“Oh, you’re ready to swap back, huh? Well, I’m not,” Adam says to me, making my former eyebrow arch.
The wind whispers his red-gold hair across my cheek and his lips are slightly parted, revealing the hint of his white teeth as he focuses my own green eyes on my new self.
Is it narcissistic to want to fuck myself? Because that’s the extreme feeling I get when he looks at me like that, each of us inside the other’s body. The remnants of Adam’s emotions, his synaptic connections underlying my conscious thought, makes my – his? – cock twitch in his – my? – pants.
“The rest of the day. Please?” He bats his eyes at me and, god, I can’t deny him.
“Fine,” I say.
“Yay!” He says, and kisses me on the cheek, the sharp floral scent of my own shampoo setting off something dark and primal in Adam’s body.
He takes my hand and walks me through the park. He likes being me, I can tell. The way he moves his body, the way he smiles. Is that how I look? How I smile? How I move?
And is this how Adam likes looking at me?
He stops and turns to me again, gushing about something and, on impulse, I kiss him. It’s strange and wonderful kissing myself with Adam’s senses, slipping my hand against the curve of his hips.
When I pull away his cheeks are flushed and his eyes bright.
“Why don’t we go back home and try out something a little more intimate?” He suggests.
My cock agrees.
Dominic’s mind has been copied into four sexy bodies, while Cole’s mind has been copied into his sister’s hot friend. As they try to fix the machine, neither of them can resist the opportunity to fully explore their new selves in Copy That 3, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
