Someone Else (Preview)

My latest two short stories are now available as Someone Else on Smashwords and Amazon. Check out the preview below.

Two red hot erotic tales of male to female body theft and possession. Featuring the following stories:

Substitute Teacher
Four teenage friends have always fantasized about one of their pretty, young teachers. When one of the guys gets a chance to possess her, he gives them all an opportunity to do everything they’ve always desired to her buxom body.

Keeping Up Appearances
A witch casts a spell on a young man after overhearing him mocking a famously vapid celebrity family. Now in the body of one of the “fat” sisters, can he overcome the revulsion of his new life and his new body in order to reverse the spell? Or is he stuck in her curvy body forever?


1

What makes you so sure this will work?” Will mumbled around a mouthful of chips, spraying crumbs onto the couch he was sitting on.

Oh, gross!” James sputtered, dodging out of the way of his tubby friend’s crumbs and wrinkling his freckled nose at Will’s manners.

There was something about the whole store that seemed magical,” Greg answered without looking up from the basement floor where he was carefully using a piece of red chalk to draw a series of triangles set inside a larger circle.

Right,” Seth said, “A magic store in the middle of the world’s most boring mall.”

World’s biggest, most boring mall,” Will added with a derisive snort, stuffing another handful of chips into his mouth.

Gimme one of those,” James said, holding out his hand for Will’s bag of chips. Will handed the bag over and James plunged his hand in and came up empty. “Hey!”

Will snorted laughter as James threw the empty bag back at him.

Ok,” Greg finished the last line and stood up, his lanky body unfolding slowly. He ran a hand through his thick shock of black hair as he compared the drawing he’d made with the diagram on the scroll he’d purchase from the magic shop. Finally, he nodded, satisfied. The large chalk circle had been split into four semi-overlapping triangles, with a smaller circle in the middle.

Isn’t it supposed to be a pentagram?” Seth asked, adjusting his thick glasses. “I thought all magic used pentagrams. All black magic anyway. And that’s what this is. Isn’t it?”

Does one of us have to sell our soul or anything?” James asked.

Not it!” Will shouted.

The instructions said souls weren’t necessary,” Greg replied.

When Greg first told them he’d found a spell that could transfer one person into another person’s body they were all skeptical. But he’d been oddly insistent. The others had humored him throughout the week as they discussed who they would possess and what they would do. The consensus finally landed on Elizabeth Packard, their math teacher.

She always seemed so prim and proper, with her long, dark hair tied back in a tight bun and her shapeless, flower-print dresses that every so often would cling to her figure, hinting at the voluptuous body beneath. She seemed younger than most of the other teachers, probably in her late twenties, and all four of the guys had a crush on her. She had a stunning oval face with dark brown eyes, full lips and a straight nose. Her ample bosom could sometimes be seen pressed against the fabric of her dress when she walked. Rumor had it she used to be a cheerleader throughout college and all four of the guys had satisfied themselves to thoughts of her at one point or another.

It had seemed like a joke, the idea of possessing her body. But now, standing in the basement looking at the carefully drawn figure on the floor and the wrinkled scroll in Greg’s hand, it all suddenly seemed very real. Even Will, normally the clown of the group, was subdued as he stared down at the chalk marks on the basement floor.

What do we do now?” Seth asked.

We put the picture in the middle. And we chant. The spell should last four days…so until midnight Tuesday.” Greg turned to Will. “Do you have the picture?”

Will shuffled around and pushed his flabby hand into a hip pocket, withdrawing a creased sheet of paper and handing it to Greg. James stood and looked over Greg’s shoulder at the picture.

You can’t even tell that’s her!” James complained, looking at the blurry picture.

I had to take it quick while her back was turned. My mom would be real pissed if she confiscated another phone.”

It’s her,” Greg said quietly, “I recognize the dress. It looked less blurry on Tuesday, though.”

You wanted a picture, I got a picture. Excuuuse me if it’s not a perfect headshot.”

Greg placed the picture in the smaller circle and directed the others to sit inside one of the triangles. Once they were seated he passed around copies of the paper onto which he’d transcribed the words from the scroll they were all supposed to chant.

So who’s going to…uh…you know?” Seth asked, pushing his glasses up his sweaty nose once more. He looked around at the others but none of them met his eye. Either they didn’t want to or they were too afraid of what the others would think if they volunteered.

Finally, Greg shrugged. “We’ll just see what happens.”

With that, Greg started chanting the words on the paper and the other guys joined in. As they read, a wind seemed to seep into the room out of nowhere, buffeting their clothes. They held tight to the paper and continued chanting, a look of wonder spreading across each face as it dawned on them that this could actually work. When they reached the end of the chant the wind suddenly ceased. Greg looked up. Will was gone.

2

Will felt himself being flung through the air, though he didn’t seem to have any physical form. He was being pulled at a lightning pace towards some destination. Houses and streets and other people whizzing by in a blur, more sensed than seen. And suddenly he slammed to a stop and gasped, his body—for he had a body once more—lurching up, his hands bracing against soft sheets.

He was in a dark, unfamiliar bedroom. The figure of a man under the covers next to him turned his head and sleepily asked “You ok?”

Yeah, I’m–” Will paused, hearing his teacher’s voice coming from his lips. “I’m fine. I just need…a drink.”

He shuffled to the floor and stood unsteadily on long legs. He could feel his hair whisping across his face, and a long t-shirt draped over his body that fell down to his thighs. It brushed against his legs as he made his way crookedly towards the dim outline of the bedroom door. He felt strangely off-balance and there was an unfamiliar weight hanging from his chest that wobbled at each step.

Half feeling his way out the door and down the hall, he soon found the bathroom. He padded in and quietly shut the door, then flicked on the light. When his eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness, he gaped into the mirror and saw Elizabeth Packard staring back at him. She wore an old t-shirt that left her slender arms free and barely reached her thighs. Her mouth was halfway open in surprise.

Ho-ly shit,” he said, watching the mirror image of his teacher mimic his every move. “Wh-hoa, I’m fucking hot,” he giggled, hearing his prim and proper teacher swearing. He brought his hands up to his face and felt the smooth contours of her soft features. He looked down at the shirt he was wearing, at the two bumps pressing against the fabric on his chest, then quickly pulled the shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor, freeing his breasts. Now he stood, topless, in his hot teacher’s body, wearing nothing but a pair of blue lace panties that tapered between his slim thighs. His tits seemed massive, even bigger than Will had imagined them, though maybe it was just viewing him from his new perspective. Taking them in each hand he found they were plump but firm. The small, pink areolae stood out against his pale skin.

He pushed one of his tits with a slender finger and watched it wobble hypnotically. He swayed his chest from side to side and watched his tits bounce against each other, sending gentle ripples across the wide expanse of creamy skin. He whipped his chest back once, too fast, and a quick flash of pain hit him as his breasts slammed against each other.

Oww,” he grabbed his breasts. “Sorry, ladies,” he smiled down at them.

He ran his hand across his trim tummy. Will thought his new body’s weight was better distributed than his old, and briefly wondered why Elizabeth always wore such shapeless, baggy clothes in school. Then he reflected that if she wore anything that showed off her figure the teenage guys would never get their work done. He looked back up at Elizabeth’s pretty face in the mirror. She had a cute face, with a straight nose and slender, arched eyebrows. Now that Will had her alone, there was one thing that he’d always wanted to do.

Will noticed her bottle of body lotion on the counter, the coconut scented moisturizer that always reminded him of her. He’d found out which brand she used and bought the same one, using it whenever he took himself in hand and thought of her. He didn’t need it now that he had the real deal, but he picked it up anyway and, still naked but for his panties, quietly carried it further down the hall, into the living room and away from Elizabeth’s sleeping husband.

He turned on a corner lamp so he could see his new body, then lay down on the couch and squirted some moisturizer onto his long fingers before massaging it onto his breasts. God, that felt good as he made Elizabeth’s fingers gently squeeze and press her own firm tits. He circled his fingers over and around his weighty flesh until his skin was shiny with the oil and his nipples perked out. A fire began burning between his legs. He looked down at his long body stretched out on the cushions of the couch. He was such a hotty; the body he’d spent so much time—too much time, perhaps—fantasizing about was now his to do as he wished. Will was glad he was the one chosen. The other guys were going to miss out. For now, anyway.

Will cupped one enormous breast and pushed it towards his face. By bending his head down he was able to take Elizabeth’s plump nipple between his lips and suck on her tender skin. He let his teeth graze gently against his swollen nipple, sending runners of pain down towards his new sex where it mingled with the warmth and spread throughout his body. With the finger and thumb of his other hand he squeeze his other nipple, gently at first, but increasing the pressure, his body getting off on the pain as he wriggled his ass into the cushions. A sigh escaped Will’s lips as delight flared bright through him and he felt a delightful itch growing deep inside him.

Still suckling one nipple, he slid his other hand beneath his panties, his searching fingers landing first on the coarse trail of Elizabeth’s pubes, which he followed over his mound and down into his pussy. His fingers slid onto his already swelling clit and he gasped as he entered himself for the first time and felt his warmth surround him.


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