Nolan is enjoying being body swapped with his stepmom and giving in to all his dirty urges, not knowing that she is working on a way to get her body back in Flip Side 2, available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.

Ever since 18 year old Nolan body swapped with his stepmom he’s been loving his new life being a woman. Being sexy and in charge. Having access to the body of his dreams any time he likes.

He’s tossed away Tiffany’s old conservative wardrobe in order to dress up like a slut, luxuriating in showing off his seductive new body in tight tops and short skirts. He keeps up appearances by arguing with his stepmom’s work nemesis, Steven, in the hallways but then pulls him into his office for some desperate love making. They both enjoy watching Tiffany’s body get what it deserves. And what it craves.

Meanwhile, Tiffany is having an awful time in her stepson’s body. Now she’s the one getting mocked and bullied by Derick. It’s gotten even worse now that Nolan, bent on making his former bully pay, has been appealing to the principal for Derick to be punished. While the school takes it’s time investigating, Derick is taking out his anger on Tiffany with a vengeance.

But Tiffany is so close to fixing the remote. And when she does she’s going to get her body back. Then she’s going to make Nolan pay.

That is…if everything goes according to plan.

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Nolan

I sat back and glowered at the principal, crossing my legs so that the miniskirt slid up my stepmom’s thighs. My thighs now. Smooth and bronzed and delicious. The principal, to his credit, kept his eyes firmly fixed on mine, refusing to be tempted to have a glance at the parts of Tiffany’s body that I was presenting to him. Even my tits couldn’t tempt him. My top clung to my form, opening low to reveal the lacy bra that pushed my already exquisite cleavage up into enormous curves.

My stepmom, Tiffany, sat next to me in my body, a perpetual hangdog look on my former face. She’d tidied me up a bit. Her new skin a little healthier, body a little lighter. But she was otherwise broken. The fire had gone out of her when I smashed the remote control that had body swapped us. In the three months since, I thoroughly enjoyed my delightful new body while she trudged along, just getting by in my old, pathetic one.

“Go on, tell him,” I prodded Tiffany.

Tiffany sighed. “Derick runs into me in the hallways on purpose.”

“And?” I said, glaring at my former body.

“He dumped his lunch tray into my backpack.”

“And he called him names and encouraged others to pick on him,” I finished. “Derick is a bully. So what are you going to do about him?” I turned to the principal.

“I assure you, Mrs. Baxter—” The principal began.

“Miss Baxter,” I corrected him, enjoying the sound of it.

“Sorry, Miss Baxter. We take bullying very seriously at the school. There are processes in place we need to follow before we can take any action. Nolan, I’ll need you to provide me a list of everything he’s done to you in writing. And were there any witnesses to any of this?”

“Tons,” Tiffany said sullenly.

She didn’t want to be here but Derick hadn’t stopped bullying me even though it was no longer me he was bullying. I hated Tiffany but I held a deep seated grudge for Derick after everything he’d done to me.

“He should be expelled,” I said, my manicured hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Kids like that are no good.”

The principal nodded agreeably. “We will take any necessary action after we go through the proper investigation.”

I left the office a few minutes later, rounding the corner into the waiting room and stopping so short that Tiffany almost ran into me. Derick was sitting in the plastic chairs outside the principal’s office, a smug smile on his face and wearing his favorite purple and yellow basketball jersey, as if the clothes could give him the skills of the name emblazoned across the back. I glowered down at him. He looked from me to Tiffany and his eyes hardened.

“You’re going to get what’s coming to you,” I hissed through clenched teeth before sweeping out of the office and down the hall.

The click of my heels echoed in the empty halls and, even though Tiffany plodded along in my ungainly, pudgy body, I was short enough that I had to take almost two steps for her one.

“Well, that was a waste of fucking time,” I said. “What do we do now?”

“Nothing. Please,” Tiffany whined. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Then stand up for yourself. Punch him or something.”

She snorted. “Easy for you to say. Why didn’t you do it when you were in this body?”

I rounded on her and brought her up short, glaring up at my old face. I poked her in the chest to emphasize my words as I hissed: “Don’t you ever mention that we swapped bodies. I can make your life so much worse. Do you want to go live out on the streets?”

“No. Sorry.” She mumbled.

I liked this version of Tiffany. Soft spoken. Terrified of me. Broken. In my magnanimity I allowed her to keep living in the house. Truthfully, it was just so I could lord over her the fact that I had her body and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. I dumped her old wardrobe—well, everything except the sexy-as-fuck heels—and upgraded her to a sexier one. Miniskirts to show off my delectable ass and tight, low cut tops to show off my amazing new tits. Really going for the office slut look. I had the body of my dreams. I was a short blonde with big tits and incredible legs and I was intent on showing it all, getting off on the fact that I knew everyone wanted to fuck me. Including Tiffany herself. I’d seen her staring at me. Probably her unfamiliar testosterone doing things to her body she couldn’t control. Meanwhile, I was doing all sorts of things to her body that I could control, wringing nightly pleasure out of it.

In my new role, I made Tiffany do all the cooking and the cleaning, threatening to kick her out if she displeased me. I had her completely under my thumb and had relaxed into my new life, confident that we would never switch back.

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