Don't Feel Like Myself (Part 6)

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By nightfall, Doug had stopped fighting the fact that he was now in Leah's body and fully embraced it instead. Donning some rather short cut-offs, he went to a club and had a few drinks. A few more down and he hit the dance floor in epic style. Leah's body was just so athletically inclined that it made it easy to pull off all sorts of moves. Doug no longer cared if Leah swapped back with him tomorrow or in a month or ever. He was ready to enjoy each and every minute of his time in her body.

Don't Feel Like Myself (Part 5)

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With enough people now gathered around, Doug decided to start making things really embarrassing. He just started repeatedly slapping Leah's ass...er, his ass. He realized he was thinking of it as his own now. In fact, he began to wonder why he was humiliating himself in front of Leah's friends. Sure, he knew he had done it in the hopes that Leah would hear of it and switch back so that he couldn't continue to embarrass her. But it was a quick realization on Doug's part that he didn't want to switch back! He couldn't offer any rhyme or reason where this thought came from, but he put a quick stop to his antics, knowing that if he were to keep this body, he'd inherit any humiliation he built up with it.

Don't Feel Like Myself (Part 4)

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Doug knew he was going to have to step up the embarrassment. He started thrusting his pelvis and simulate yanking himself -- as if that was still possible. This started to get a few stares from some of the other people in the gym. He couldn't wait for the word to get back to Leah. She'd hear about this and be demanding her body back as soon as she did. Of course, he still had a few other tricks up his sleeve to ensure that he got her attention.

Don't Feel Like Myself (Part 3)

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Doug didn't have a clue where Leah could have run off to in his body, but he did have an idea on how to draw her out from wherever she was hiding. He knew she took pride in her cheerleading and went to the gym every day. He simply decided that he would go to where she so often practiced to make a fool out of his himself. He hoped the word would get out to draw her out of the woodwork. He tried to look as silly as possible, but so far no one was batting an eyelash.

Expecting this

Nathan heard a loud angry knock at the front door. He took a deep breath; he was expecting this. He opened the door to find a small, nerdy guy standing there. It was, of course, Nathan's own body. He had used one of his recent science experiments to switch bodies with Katy, one of the most popular girls in school, and now Katy had arrived at her own house looking for answers. Nathan had been spending the last 15 minutes preparing what he would say.

"What do you want, Dork?" He asked, pretending like he actually was Katy.

"You know what I want. Give me my body back?"

"Like what are you talking about?"

"I don't know what you did or how you did it, but you somehow switched our bodies?"

"Is this one of those nerd fantasy dragon game thingies? I don't care what it is. Get out of here, or I'm calling the police."

Katy sulked as she left, realizing she was defeated. Nathan waited until she was out of sight, and then celebrated with a little dance. He was going to enjoy Katy's life!

Don't feel like myself (Part 6)

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By nightfall, Doug had stopped fighting the fact that he was now in Leah's body and fully embraced it instead. Donning some rather short cut-offs, he went to a club and had a few drinks. A few more down and he hit the dance floor in epic style. Leah's body was just so athletically inclined that it made it easy to pull off all sorts of moves. Doug no longer cared if Leah swapped back with him tomorrow or in a month or ever. He was ready to enjoy each and every minute of his time in her body.

Don't feel like myself (Part 5)

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With enough people now gathered around, Doug decided to start making things really embarrassing. He just started repeatedly slapping Leah's ass...er, his ass. He realized he was thinking of it as his own now. In fact, he began to wonder why he was humiliating himself in front of Leah's friends. Sure, he knew he had done it in the hopes that Leah would hear of it and switch back so that he couldn't continue to embarrass her. But it was a quick realization on Doug's part that he didn't want to switch back! He couldn't offer any rhyme or reason where this thought came from, but he put a quick stop to his antics, knowing that if he were to keep this body, he'd inherit any humiliation he built up with it.

Don't feel like myself (Part 4)

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Doug knew he was going to have to step up the embarrassment. He started thrusting his pelvis and simulate yanking himself -- as if that was still possible. This started to get a few stares from some of the other people in the gym. He couldn't wait for the word to get back to Leah. She'd hear about this and be demanding her body back as soon as she did. Of course, he still had a few other tricks up his sleeve to ensure that he got her attention.

Don't feel like myself (Part 3)

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Doug didn't have a clue where Leah could have run off to in his body, but he did have an idea on how to draw her out from wherever she was hiding. He knew she took pride in her cheerleading and went to the gym every day. He simply decided that he would go to where she so often practiced to make a fool out of his himself. He hoped the word would get out to draw her out of the woodwork. He tried to look as silly as possible, but so far no one was batting an eyelash.