Girl Next Door (F2F Body Theft)

My latest story features a young woman stealing an older woman’s life. Girl Next Door is available on Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview below.

Tricia was a good looking ebony woman with a good job, a good life, and a wonderful husband. And then her next door neighbor, Alyssa, stole Tricia’s life by using a strange machine to swap their bodies.

Now Tricia is stuck in the body of a petite 18 year old white cheerleader and desperate to figure out a way to get her life back even as she’s tormented by watching Alyssa enjoy her new life…and her new husband. 

The machine that swapped Tricia and Alyssa is nowhere to be found, and none of Alyssa’s friends know anything about it. But there’s something off about Alyssa’s boyfriend and figuring it out may be the key to Tricia getting her body back.

Fortunately, with Tricia’s gorgeous new body, she knows just how to entice the secrets out of him…and have some fun of her own.

This 7000+ word story features female-to-female body theft, and female to male body swaps, as well as explicit erotic solo and interracial couple play.

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That night, Tricia lay in a stranger’s bed trying to make sense of the day. Dinner had been awkward. She didn’t know what to say to her parents, how to speak. She remembered herself as an older black woman and had no connection to this young white teenager she’d become. Showering was an experience of itself. She’d felt like she was violating someone’s privacy as she slipped off Alyssa’s clothes and stepped naked into the shower. She couldn’t help but explore her new body as she soaped herself up. It was such a pale, delicate thing. compared to her old form which was just there. Her hefty curves and cocoa butter skin replaced with small, perfectly shaped breasts and lean muscles. As she groped her new body a wonderful heat bloomed between her thighs. God, her body seemed to be in overdrive, constantly horny and waiting only the slightest provocation. She forced herself to stop, but this had only hidden the desire. Now, lying in bed wearing only the flimsiest top and panties, the gentle breeze from the open window wafting across her skin, surrounded by darkness, Tricia had nothing to distract from her new body’s urges.

It was while fighting off the urge to touch herself that she first heard it: a repeated, high pitched cry from next door. The cry was urgent and sexual, the sound of someone deep in the throes of ecstasy. It took Tricia a moment to realize the voice was her old one, the cries those of her former body probably getting pounded by her husband.

And that was all it took to push her over the edge. Suddenly, Alyssa’s body needed to be touched. There was no stopping the urgent demand and Tricia didn’t try. She let her hands move up to her breasts, so perky and firm beneath her fingers. She squeezed her nipple softly, before letting her fingers circle down and brush against the sensitive skin beneath her breasts. Alyssa’s body was incredibly responsive and a small sigh escaped Tricia’s lips as her fingers returned to her little pink nipples, gently squeezing and releasing in time with the cries from next door. Her nipples pearled out in desire, sharp flashes of lust radiating down her body with each squeeze.

Tricia arched her back and drew a hand across her forehead, down the strange contours of her nose and cheeks, resting her hand on her chin as she bit her pinky. Her legs writhed slowly in anxious anticipation, the heat from her pussy growing, pulsing through her youthful body until it filled her completely, a gentle burn of desire. She drew her fingers down her body, across her trim tummy, sending shivers through her young body as the cries from outside the window continued. Tricia’s fingers trailed down over her mound, followed the trail of coarse hair between her legs until they landed on her entrance. She brushed her fingers over and lightly down her thighs, Alyssa’s body thrumming now. When her fingers returned to her pussy she found the lips open and ready and she sunk gently inside the heat and wetness of her new body.

A moan escaped her lips as she slipped inside herself for the first time, fingers searching, rubbing against her inner folds until she found the perfect angle, the perfect pressure against her budding nub of desire. Bliss exploded through her and she gasped, spread her legs, sunk her fingers in deeper as she rubbed herself. Alyssa’s body was on fire, soaking wet and trembling on the verge of ecstasy. The cries across the way intensified and Tricia fucked herself to their rhythm, fingers sinking deeper inside her wet heat, curling up to land against the dimpled nub of her center. Her breasts rose and fell faster, her breath hitched in her throat, and when the final gasping cries came from outside the window Tricia joined them. Her body crested and she came, back arched, head thrust deep against the pillow, eyes clenched shut as pleasure burned through her.

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