In the near future males are a rare commodity, and Pierce is the rarest: intelligent, athletic and handsome. And he knows it. Women throw themselves at him for a chance to have his babies. He’s arrogant and free of consequences.
Until the day his body is stolen.
After a night of intense passion, Pierce wakes to find himself in a stranger’s body. A plain-looking young woman who lives in a slum. She’s everything he wasn’t: not too bright, average looks, and with no confidence. Even worse, the longer he stays in her body the more he finds himself sinking into her personality and losing everything that made him so special.
Pierce goes looking for the people who did this to try to get his body back. Who did this and why? And can he resist his new body’s erotic desire for humiliation long enough to figure it all out?
This 11,000+ word story contains themes of body theft, male to female body swaps, and erotic solo and hetero scenes.
The cab took off into the air as Pierce called after it futilely: “Wait!”
There was laughter from behind him and he turned to find a small group of women watching him. They were dressed in yellow and black, colors that Pierce recognized from the news as belonging to some sort of gang that fought over the dregs of the city. The women were scarred and hefty, with a considerable amount of bulk. They all had solid faces and moved with deliberate, plodding steps. Pierce drew himself up to his full height and they still towered over his delicate body.
“Where you off to so soon, Denise?” The apparent leader said. She was an older woman with a heavyset jaw and deep lines across her face. A woman so ugly Pierce wouldn’t have been caught dead talking to her just a day ago.
The women surrounded him and gave off an air of menace. Pierce wasn’t sure what Denise’s relationship to them was or how he was supposed to behave. He trembled in fear and he couldn’t get his wits about him. His thoughts kept juddering off as he glanced at the array of weapons the women casually wore.
“J-just going uptown,” he managed to say in a shaky voice, trying to look around the circle to all of them at once.
The woman quirked an eyebrow. “Uptown, huh? Going to serve your masters another fancy feast?”
“Maybe she landed a man,” another woman said, to great gales of throaty laughter from the women.
“Not her,” another said, “She doesn’t have the figure.”
Someone pinched Pierce’s butt and he yelped and jumped away to more laughter.
“I don’t mind her figure. I’ll keep her warm. That’s a better offer than you’ll get from anyone uptown.”
“It’s m-my job,” Pierce said, hating how he felt so small, so weak, how he couldn’t think of even one clever thing to say.
“Better start walking, then,” the leader said, her eyes roaming up and down Pierce’s body. “Bring us back something good this time, huh? Otherwise you’ll have to pay your safety fees in…other ways.”
She winked. The women laughed again and walked away, leaving Pierce shaken and…strangely excited by the whole endeavor. He ran back into his apartment building, up the dark staircase and back into his room where he felt safer and less on display. His confidence was shot.
There was something wrong with him. He felt too warm for such little exercise. His thoughts were racing and was tense and itchy in a strange way between his legs.
Reaching down to scratch himself, his fingers landed between his legs and pressed the pants up against his new pussy. The touch brought with it a flush of warmth and he let his hand remain there, keeping the pressure on it. He rocked back and forth, remembering how humiliating it was to be looked down on by those gross old ladies, how helpless he felt, how they called him names and did whatever they wanted with his body.
The heat was now radiating through him. With a start he realized he was getting off on the humiliation of his new life. Pierce pulled his hand away from his pants and stalked back and forth through the small apartment. The desperate itch wasn’t going away. He couldn’t live with it distracting him, making it difficult to plan.
He unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand down past his pouch of a tummy, beneath the waistband of his pants. His fingers grazed over the coarse pubic hair and landed on an unfamiliar slit. Dipping in, he landed on a dewy warmth. Christ, he was getting wet already.
Pierce rolled his jeans and panties down his legs and kicked them away, revealing his long legs and pale creamy thighs. He’d seen better. Hell, he’d passed up better women than this. But right then he just needed the physical touch of himself.
Lying back on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling so as not to have to look at himself and let his hand play between his legs, exploring the gentle folds that he now possessed. His pussy lips clung to his fingers as he circled them around through his velvety folds. His other hand came up to one of his small breasts and he groped himself, digging his fingers in to grab a handful of flesh and failing. This body was so goddamn flat. And yet it still felt wonderful to stroke the little nipples.