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A collection of three short stories featuring adult situations and explicit descriptions of men taking over the bodies of beautiful women and experiencing life as the other gender.

Spirited Away
A young man learns astral projection and uses it to explore the women in his neighborhood, including the Latina next door and his friend’s mom.

Sloppy Seconds
A bodyhopper tries to salvage a woman’s life after discovering a previous bodyhopper has ruthlessly tried to ruin her.

Exploring Her Innocence
An older man uses a magic ring to enter the body of his rival’s niece for a week, and finds himself irresistibly drawn to “his” cousin.


Ricky thought astral projection was a bunch of made up hocus-pocus, but that didn’t stop him from trying it. He’d been fantasizing about possessing a woman and exploring a feminine body from the inside for as long as he could remember. Ricky was nearly obsessed with stories of people possessing others for their own pleasure. It sometimes even intruded on his daydreams. He’d be sitting in class, bored, and would find himself fantasizing about what he would do if he could suddenly jump out of his body and into one of his classmates, or even one of his prettier teachers. How would people act differently around him from another person’s skin? What would it feel like to walk around in someone else’s body? To touch and caress his own soft feminine form? Ricky had to cut those thoughts off quickly when he was in school; no way was he going to risk getting called on and having to do the walk of shame to the blackboard with an erection tent-poling his pants. But in the privacy of his own room he let his imagination run wild. What if there were a way?

It was during one of those fantasizing/yearning afternoons that Ricky stumbled upon an internet forum purporting to teach people how to astral project. Logically, Ricky knew this was ridiculous, impossible. Astral projection was just a convenient narrative vehicle to enable the protagonist of a story to slip into another body.

And yet…what could it hurt to try?

The instructions required some practice in meditation and the keeping of a ‘Dream Journal’ in which Ricky would write down his dreams and his state of mind the night before in order to establish a pattern of mindful alertness. It felt new age-y and weird, like when his mom suddenly started getting into crystal therapy. Nevertheless, Ricky gave it a shot, making sure to keep his dream journal well hidden from his older brother.

The first week was, in fact, new age-y and weird as Ricky practiced meditating before bed. He awoke the next day maybe a little more refreshed than usual, but still rooted to his own body. About mid-way through week two, just when he was about to give up, he started to have some success.

Ricky had finished his meditation and was lying on his bed with his eyes closed while picturing his spirit form rising out of his body, almost trying to will himself to disconnect from his corporeal form. The only outcome of his exercises up until this point had been a deep sleep. In fact, he was almost on the cusp of sleep when he suddenly felt lighter, like a great weight had fallen away. He opened his eyes and looked at one of his arms, spread out on the bed. Emanating from it was a faint bluish-gray glow, the mere sliver of what might have been the ghostly form of his own arm. And then he was sucked back into his body and jolted fully awake.

Ricky sat up and stared at his arm, curling the fingers of his hand. He was in his body now. Was he ever out of it? It had felt so real, but maybe it was just a dream. He documented everything in his dream journal, feeling a little less silly about the whole thing now that there was the possibility it was real.

The final breakthrough came a week later, again just as Ricky was ready to give up. He was in his meditative state, trying to will himself up and out when he felt the lightness again. This time he held his eyes closed, concentrated on pushing his spirit form up. He was conscious of a sensation of rising as the weight dropped away from him. He held onto this feeling for a few seconds until he felt confident he could hold it. Then he opened his eyes.

Everything was white. Was he dead? Did he astral project himself right into heaven or hell or limbo or wherever? He turned his head to the right and saw the top of his closet door. Ahh, of course, the white was the ceiling, he was so close to it that it filled his vision.

Holy shit, he was floating near the ceiling! The realization hit him like a lightning bolt and almost caused him to drop back down to his body. He quickly concentrated again and stopped his fall, then turned himself around. Below him lay his body, its chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He looked at his spirit self, an exact duplicate of his physical form, down to the nightshirt he was currently wearing. The only difference was that his spiritual body was ghostly and pale, hardly visible unless you knew what you were looking for.

Ricky whooped and clapped his hands together. There was only the merest whisper of sound from his voice and his hands. He flew slowly around the room, though ‘flew’ wasn’t really the right word for it. He was walking on air. He’d read about this in the forum. You walked mentally rather than physically, though the actual motion of moving your spiritual legs helped your thoughts actualize what you intended. After a little practice Ricky was able to fly fairly well. Now, who to explore? The thought of inhabiting a member of his family made him shudder in disgust, so he went out to explore the night.

He approached the wall of his room and slowly pushed his hand through it. There was a suggestion of solidity, like sticking a finger into warm butter, but his hand went right through. Ricky let the rest of his body follow until he was outside. He soared up and over his house, enjoying the freedom of flying through the air, without the drawback of wind or cold.

The lights were on in the bedroom of the apartment next door. Ricky flew down for a closer look and hovered outside the window. The television was on inside and his neighbor was sitting on the couch in her pink and white nightie. Ricky had only seen his neighbor from afar but that was enough to tell she was incredibly hot. He slipped in through the window to get a closer look.

She was a curvy Latina woman, probably somewhere in her early twenties, with a broad, smooth face and wavy auburn hair that was currently draped down the back of her shoulders. Ricky hovered closer to get a better glimpse of her firm breasts pressing out the fabric of her silk nightie. Her long, mocha legs were tucked beneath her firm, wide butt. She had a full figure that nicely filled out her nightdress. Ricky wondered what it would feel like to have such a luscious female body.

Was he actually going to do this? Could he possess his neighbor? The thought of being inside her body made Ricky giddy. If his astral body had had blood it would have been pounding in his ears. He was nervous at the thought of finally achieving his fantasy but this female body was tantalizingly close. He approached from the side, gazing at her wonderful profile, with her round cheeks and straight, broad nose. She stared at the TV, oblivious to Ricky as he ogled her body and fought with whether to try taking her over. She was a real person, not a story. A person that Ricky had seen and fantasized over. She had a life, and a family and a body that was giving him an astral erection.

Before he could have second (or third or fourth) thoughts, he pushed inside her. There was a little resistance at first, but after he broke through he felt himself being sucked down. Before he could pull away the world had twisted around and he was staring at the television. He looked down at himself and found the deep cleavage of his Latina neighbor. The dark valley between her rounded breasts was right beneath his nose. He brought his hands up in front of his face. They were hairless and slender, the tapered nails glossy and pink.

Ricky ran his fingers lightly up his arm, feeling his neighbor’s smooth, warm skin. Her bare shoulders were meaty without being fat. Hesitantly, he cupped his hands beneath his heavy chest and hefted his new breasts, watching the wonderful curves bounce at his touch. Then he dropped them and pulled away.

Should he be doing this? It felt like he was violating her privacy. What if he had been pushed out of her body and was hovering around watching him? The thought caused him to dart his eyes around the room. His long hair tickled down his back as he looked but he saw nothing. On the other had, he was her now. Her hands were his, her body was his, it would just be her playing with herself.

Ricky let his fingers return to his heavy chest. His fingers danced across the skin before pulling down the neck of his nightie and freeing his breasts. They flopped down over the top of his clothes. They looked so huge from his perspective. Each dark areola had a tiny nipple that began to pearl out at his touch as he lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers, sending small bursts of pleasure through his body. He felt her warming as he caressed her tits, squeezing and hefting, watching the fleshy weight bob up and down as he picked them and dropped them, watching them, feeling them bounce together. The sight was amazing, but to be able to feel it from inside her form multiplied his pleasure.

Ricky unfolded his legs and stretched out. His little toes, so tiny and delicate, were also painted pink. Her thighs and calves were firm, the muscles rippling beneath her flawless skin as he stretched her toes up and down. He pulled the nightie off over his head and dropped it to the floor then gazed down at his gorgeous body. Beneath his chubby tummy a dark triangle of hair pointed towards his new sex, surrounded by solid thighs. Ricky was growing warm just looking down at himself, at his powerful womanly body framed by two massive breasts.

He slipped one of his feminine fingers between his legs, pushing gently against the coarse pubic hair until he came up against the warm hood of his clit. He rubbed gently, sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. His other hand continued gently massaging a breast, squeezing the deliciously firm weight. He slipped another finger inside himself, felt her warmth, her wetness, felt her opening to his touch. His breath came faster as he stared down at himself. Ricky’s clit budded out and he moaned softly, continuing to rub in wider circles as he gazed down into the velvety folds of his pussy. His pussy. Just the thought caused a minor orgasm, a short burst of pleasure pulsing through his body. He groaned, hearing his higher pitched voice for the first time and continued urging his new body on.

He pulled his breast up to his mouth and slipped his lips around his nipple. He sucked his sensitive breast, his hot breath and eager tongue ratcheting up the tension cascading through his body as he licked his neighbor’s tit. He was sopping wet now and he pressed harder inside himself, urging his pleasure on as the wave built inside him, his body tensing, tensing. He bit his nipple and then with a groan and a shudder he came. The release erupted through him, upwards from his pussy, washing his body in a fiery pleasure, deep and full unlike any he’d ever known.

‘Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,’ he cried in a slight Spanish accent as he pushed his body up once more, his thighs dripping with his lust as he rubbed his soaking fingers against his pleasure until he was rewarded with the final blast of orgasm. ‘Oh, oh, oh, oh!’ his voice rose in pitch as he crested and came, desire burning through his stolen body as he forced the beautiful Latina to masturbate for his pleasure.


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