The panic of the Great Shift caused traffic chaos. It took Andrew forever to get back to his apartment. Once the panic abated slightly and the reality of his new body set in, he had plenty of time to think up an excuse for his wife as to why he was in a prostitute’s body.
He slunk in to the house, yanking his dress down his legs and clutching his handbag in one hand. His silky hair spilled down his cheek, his hips swayed at each step, and the tiny breasts on his chest bobbed up and down. He tried not to think about any of that as he rounded the corner.
In the kitchen, head in hands, was a solidly built man with short blond hair. He looked up at Andrew with piercing blue eyes. The white shirt was stretched tight across his broad chest.
“Andrew?” He asked.
Andrew nodded. “Felicia?”
“Uh huh.”
The two stared at each other for a beat. Before Andrew could say anything Felicia hurriedly spoke:
“I was at the gym. This is my gym instructor. We were doing a lesson when I swapped bodies with him. Who are you?”
“I don’t know. I was just driving and suddenly I was in the passenger seat of some rich dude’s car. I think I’m his daughter or something.”
Both of them were lying. Felicia had been spread over an exercise ball in a private room of the gym as her instructor fucked her from behind and then suddenly she was fucking herself. Andrew had his cock deep inside this slender hooker when all of a sudden he was splayed on the bed and his own cock was pumping into his new pussy.
Both accepted the other’s excuse, not wanting to reveal their own proclivities.

Body Switch Collection 13 features 5 previously published erotic body swapping stories from M. Wills and is now available on Smashwords or Amazon or wherever ebooks are sold.

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