The Global Switch was a worldwide phenomenon that cause people to swap bodies at random. This book includes four more vignettes of people who swapped bodies during the Global Switch:
A husband who swaps bodies with his wife.
A woman who swaps bodies with her boyfriend’s secret girlfriend.
A boss who swaps bodies with his employee’s college aged daughter, and his mistress who’s swapped into the employee’s wife.
A man who swaps bodies with his ex, and discovers that she’s feminized his old body.
As they all learn to cope with their new bodies, they struggle to return to their old relationships, or overcome their new hardships.
This 11,000+ word collection features standalone stories that take place during the Global Switch and include male to female, female to female, and female to male body swaps, gender changes, feminization, and explicit erotic scenes and is available on Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold.
The leather office chair creaked as George leaned forward and picked up his desk phone. He pressed the button for his secretary, the deep red fingernail polish of his carefully manicured hand glinting in the light.
“Kate, can you send Peter in?”
George didn’t miss a lot of things about his previous body: the liver spots, the extra pounds, the hair growing out of everywhere except his head. But he did miss his old voice. It had a deep gravitas that Heather’s voice lacked. He was trying to lower the timber of his girly voice but thought he still came off as way too chipper.
“Certainly, Mr. Wentworth,” Kate responded.
George replaced the received and sat up straight, adjusting his jacket to try and obscure his breasts, an action that had become more difficult since he’d gotten the implants a month ago. It was bad enough that George was about to have a difficult conversation with Peter while George was stuck in the body of Peter’s daughter. Peter didn’t need to see right away what changes George had made to her since he’d been inside.
When George first got swapped into Heather’s body he’d been somewhat relieved about her flat chest. It had been one less thing to adjust to. He was already thrown off by his wider hips, his perfectly sculpted legs, much shorter stature and her high pitched voice—god, her voice. Not to mention the major difference between his legs. But he’d adjusted to it all. Even come to enjoy it.
It was only about six months in that he began to feel that he was missing out on all the things he could enjoy about being a woman. He still had his position as head of the company. Still had his wealth after the government office had sorted out their identities. The only thing he was missing was tits. So, as he did anytime he was missing something in life, he went out and bought them. Jumped up three sizes gradually, shelling out big bucks to make them as realistic as possible. None of those cheapo surgeries for George. These were tits he’d be proud to take home to Heather’s mother, figuratively and, in George’s present circumstances, literally.
The door to George’s office opened and Peter shuffled in. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes. Have a seat.” George said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
Peter sat heavily, a doleful look on his deeply lined face. He kept glancing up at George and then away, as if he was having a hard time looking at his daughter’s face. George felt sorry for the guy. Poor Peter had lost both his daughter and his wife to the company while he’d stayed behind in his heavyset body. It must have been tough having to see their former bodies every day. Especially when it was his boss in Heather’s tiny frame.
George tucked his wavy chestnut brown hair behind one ear and then placed his hands on his desk, tiny fingers splayed. “Peter, I’m sure you know the company has been going through some difficulties. Ever since this whole shift, business has been down. The company is retooling and as part of that process we’ve had to eliminate your position.”
Peter nodded. “I’m being fired.”
“Let go. Yes. You can still use the company’s counseling services for the next week if you’d like. I know this is hard on you. And I’m sorry. But I wanted to tell you personally because you’ve been here so long.”
“But…what about my daughter? And my wife? Will I get to see them again?”
“Peter, I am not your daughter. I know I have her body but I am not her.” George said slowly.
“But I…” Peter’s eyes widened as they flicked down to George’s chest. “What did you do to her?”
“This is my body. I can do what I want with it. I don’t have a responsibility for anyone else. How is…how is Heather doing?”
“Not good. She lost her whole life.” Peter sniffed and George handed him a tissue. “I wish I’d never brought them here that day.”
“I know this is hard. I didn’t want to be a young woman. But things are as they are.” George did wonder who he would have swapped with had Peter not brought his family to work. He shuddered at the thought of swapping with his secretary. Kate was a great worker but, frankly, she always reminded him of a toad, with her wide mouth and fat, squashed body. Or, at least, she had before the shift. Now she reminded him of much more erotic things. “Let me get your paperwork.”
George opened up the drawer of his desk and rummaged through it but couldn’t locate the files.
“Shit,” he murmured. Picking up the phone, he dialed his secretary. “Kate, can you bring Peter’s file in, please?”
A few seconds later the door opened and Kate came in. Peter turned to watch her cross the room, the look on his face was pathetic but understandable. George let his eyes linger on Kate as well. She’d swapped with Peter’s wife, and it was a definite step up for Kate. Her new body had an adorable heart shaped face with big brown eyes and dark, exotic features. While Peter’s wife was stuck in Kate’s squashed toad body, Kate got all the benefits of his wife’s slender figure, with her bouncy breasts and sweet little peach of an ass. Kate oozed sexuality and George drank it all in.
“Here you are, sir.” She said, sliding the file onto the desk. She turned and gave a sad smile to Peter. “Hi, Peter. Sorry.”
Peter said nothing as she turned and walked out, her little ass wiggling delightfully beneath the black skirt. George slipped the papers out of the file and slid them across the desk.
“Here’s the details of your severance. I’m sure you’ll find it quite generous.”
Peter took it silently and there was a beat as he stared down at his hands. Then he stood and slowly shuffled to the door, pausing briefly to take one last lingering look at his daughter’s body, knowing he would probably never see it again. When he was gone, George called Kate back into the office. She came in, shutting the door behind her.
“File these would you?” George said, tucking the rest of the papers back into the file.
Kate nodded, coming around the side of the desk next to George. She bent over the desk, her perfect round little ass right in his face. George reached beneath her skirt and slid Heather’s dainty hand up her thigh, skirting across her bare pussy and into her warmth. She sighed and leaned on the table, arching her back as George’s hands caressed her, dipping lightly in between her nether lips and stroking gently.
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Autobuy from me, Love these Global Switch vignettes. Your work always ends up inspiring me for a few captions. Keep up the great work!
Thanks, I love random swaps. Nice to hear my stories are inspirational! Thanks for reading!