"Are you my long lost twin or something?" Part 3

Part 1 & Part 2



1

"Oh my gawd, I love this song!" Abby (front) shouted over the bass. "Hold me Georgia!"

George (back) happily wrapped his feminine arm around his love. Abby's soft skin against his, he was in heaven. He felt his tits bouncing up and down, bouncin' all around, in and out of his top, but he didn't care he was with his one true love. Abby was a narcissist, but as she grew to accept it she was in love with "Georgia" her "almost twin" as her BF Steph called her. George knew that Abby was finally happy to be out of the closet, their relationship was no longer secret, they were a full blown lesbian couple. George didn't have the heart to tell her that Georgia was actually a male shapeshifter, in fact he loved being Georgia more than being George. At this point he might as well have forgotten he was ever a fifty-something male shapeshifter.

Getting Old

Henry sat down topless in front of the webcam for his eighteenth time that month and began playing his tits.

Nineteen days ago Henry had been a lonely single thirty-something male who was going through a rough patch with a recent breakup from his girlfriend. As a means of coping with the breakup his masturbation habits became an addiction, nightly he'd jerk off to some random cam girl.

However one night an FOSE struck him. Suddenly, at the peak of climax, he found himself wearing the body of the beautiful girl he came too. To the outside viewer the live feed went from a girl taunting her tits in front of thousands of strangers to a very confused woman in shock of having breasts at all.

Henry had worked a lot of crappy jobs before in his life, but with the lifestyle his new body had the only way he could make ends meet was to continue her side-gig of being a cam girl. So every night Henry would log on, and dance topless to thousands of horny men just like he used to be, in order to make a few more bucks. After eighteen nights the job began getting old.

Aphrodite Part 4 - Reunion

Once Edward arrived stateside he became aware of just how sexy he now was. Heads turned with each step he took, both male and female. He knew that deep in their minds they were all in disbelief of how so much beauty, how so much lust, could be held in just one woman. But nobody was in more disbelief than his granddaughter April.

"Is this some sort of joke?" April's voice was stern as a rock. "Just who are you really?"

"What were you expecting? Ken told you everything, it's really me, your Grandpa Eddie!"

"This is bullshit, I'm outta here."

Earlier that week Edward had Ken arrange a reunion with April. Edward always had s soft spot for her, of all his grandchildren she held his sense of adventure and open mindedness the most. Ken explained everything to April, and over the phone she seemed open enough to the possibility of her grandfather's transformation. So they went forward with their plans.

"Wait, just wait a minute April!" Edward caught his granddaughter by the elbow. "Even if you don't believe me right now, just humor me and let's get some lunch."

"Ugh, fine!" April sighed and went with the woman claiming to be her grandfather to the restaurant.

***

It took a while (and a few drinks) to convince April of her grandfather's recent transformation. The thing with women, Edward learned, is that they were unswayed by his new powers of persuasion. Only men could be seduced by the powers of Aphrodite, women saw him as an equal now.

"I cannot believe your tits are larger than mine!" April said a few margarita's later. "How do you walk with those?"

"It's just the blessing of the gods I suppose," Edward took a sip of his whiskey, neat. His body might have changed, but his drink preferences will always be the same. "This is why I've come to you my dear April. I need you help in teaching me to be a woman. I've gotten by so far, but I have no idea what to really do. Can you help your Grandpa Eddie?"

"Your check ladies," the waiter said handing the two their checks. Edward eyed the price, $98.76!

"I believe you've been mistaken sir," Edward said handing him the check. "But I think the decimal is supposed to be closer to the right."

"Oh yes, of course. I'll fix it up right away!" The waiter said acting completely unfazed, but Edward knew what he had done.

"We can start with you wardrobe," April said. She hadn't noticed.

"Are you suggesting a shopping spree?" Edward cheered.

"Yes, you're a woman now, you're going to need a lot more clothes. Let's go shopping!"

"Your check again ladies, so sorry for the mistake." The waiter returned the check. It was marked at $9.88 this time. Edward smiled and handed the waiter a $20.

"Keep the change," he said. "Now let's go shopping!"

Aphrodite Part 3 - Powers of Persuasion

Edward thought it would be hard to convince his party that the busty goddess who stood before him was actually Edward Donald Hillary, PhD and world renowned explorer, but it was surprisingly easy. The power of Aphrodite appeared to have given him amazing powers of persuasion, or maybe it was because Edward was the first woman the crew had seen in weeks that they would believe nearly anything coming out of his mouth.

"Could you just button up a little more?" Kenny asked Edward.

"I told you Ken," Edward said. "My chest won't allow me to button up any further, see," he began forcing his cleavage together as pulled the shirt together.

"Alright alright," Kenny diverted his eyes away from Edward. "It's just that it's really distracting, our crew hasn't seen a woman in weeks and the first one they see is some busty woman claiming to be their old leader. Can you at least carry something?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, I'm a woman now which means I'm not as strong. I'll have to leave all the heavy lifting to the men now," Edward lied. He knew he could carry something, hell he knew he probably could lift more than any of the men on the crew with his new god granted abilities, but he also wanted to see how far his new powers of persuasion could go.

"What happened to you Edward?" Kenny sighed.

"I became a woman."

"Other than that, I mean look at you!" He motioned towards his friend. "It's been six days since we found you on the path to the Fountain, all of us are covered in dirt and possibly animal dung too. We smell like we have been just farted out of a horse, and look like we've been crawling in the trenches all day, and you don't even have a speck of dust on you. You aren't just a woman now, something happened to you."

"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny," Edward placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I told you what happened. I found the Fountain, well what was left of it, I tasted the waters with my old lips and I felt the energy flow back into me. It just so happened that somehow the Fountain transformed me into a beautiful woman as well. I wish I saved some drops for you Ken, but there was only enough left for a few sips."

Kenny sighed. "I know, it's just that I'm still pissed off about you taking off without me. It was supposed to be our Fountain!"

"How about I make it up to you tonight?" Edward moved his hand further down Kenny's back.

"How could you possibly do that?"

"By sharing a little bit of what the Fountain gave to me, with you. Your wife doesn't have to know."

"Deal!" Kenny said, his face now wide with a grin.

"It's the least I can do," Edward smiled. He grinned at himself, he was impressed how far his new found powers of persuasion could go.

Aphrodite Part 2 - The Woman

The party approached the location of the legendary Fountain of Youth. Kenny, Edward's first mate and best friend, was in charge this morning. He had awoken to a note from his trusted friend saying that he could not sleep that night, that Edward could taste the sweet waters of the Fountain and he must go, for it had called out to him. Kenny wondered how a man as old as Edward could be so far ahead of the party since the supposive location of the Fountain was at least a half days hike away.

After a few hours of hiking his mind began wondering what could have happened to Edward, and how he would have to explain the death of one of the few remaining true adventures in the world to the expedition's sponsors, and Edwards children. Then Kenny walked straight into James, the expedition's youngest recruit, who had stopped in his tracks for now apparent reason.

"Get your ass in gear ya' newbie," Kenny barked.

Jame said nothing, he just pointed forward. Fingers trembling. Kenny looked around at the rest of the party. The rest of them began looking the direction of Jame's fingers. Kenny was the last to look, then he saw the roadblock.

Before the party stood a beautiful young woman. Her chest partially exposed beneath a denim jacket, her hair flowing in the wind like it in a movie. Her grin wide and confident. The clothing she wore looked a lot like Edward's.

"It's not polite to stare at a woman you know," she said.

Kenny and the rest said nothing.

"Oh my," she said covering herself up. "I hadn't noticed my shirt was undone, here let me button up."

Kenny wanted to speak, he wanted to ask her who she was and what she was doing here. But for some reason he couldn't find the energy to utter any words from his vocal chords.

Aphrodite Part 1 - The Fountain

I knew from the beginning this was going to be a series, so I already gave it its own tag.

"Yes, I feel it! I feel the youth flowing back into me, I feel the power of the gods granted to me. I feel youthful again, like I can run a marathon without breaking sweat. I feel... I feel...." Edward began gasping as he felt his chest constricting, like an enormous weight was pressing against it. The optimism the old explorer had suddenly slipped from his mind, had he been guided to the wrong fountain? Maybe this was his karma for abandoning his crew so he could be the first one to drink from the Fountain of Youth. He was beginning to feel like the Nazi at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, he drank with too much confidence too soon.

Then he saw a strand of dark hair fall infront of his face. Pop, pop! The buttons on his jacket began popping off. He looked down and saw that his chest had inflated, like two Norsemen tumors had began growing out of nowhere. They continued ripping the buttons off until he saw... he saw... cleavage?

Pop the last button went, allowing him to breath normally again. He gasped for air. Instinctively he grasped towards his head, and he felt long strands of think hair. Next he grasped for his chest, it was soft and smooth. Out of panic he reached for his crotch, and was greeted by his biggest fear: nothing there.

Edward began panicking, again it became hard to breath. His gasp feminine, his chest pulling his body towards the ground. He felt lost. He felt helpless. He felt... he felt... powerful. A new surge of energy swarmed within his body, it was warm and lustful. All of sudden he knew what he became, he didn't know how, he just knew what happened. The Greek Goddess Aphrodite had given him a second chance of life, and with it a piece of her power. Edward grinned and opened the denim of his shirt. Soon his party was going to be here, and soon he was going to test out his new gifts.

Hormones

See Part 1 of Harold's adventure here.

Nice rack, Harold thought admiring his mount's breast. I haven't seen a pair this perfect in so long!

"Are you okay Sid?" The young man next to Harold asked.

"I'm fine, just checking to see if I still have any tan lines." Harold looked up from his breasts into the young man's eyes.

There's something about hormones that can really override one's thoughts. No matter how powerful of a body hopper you are, male or female, hormones will always win. Harold was immediately struck by the young man's handsome looks, his jawline was so square and masculine. His eyes so blue and soft. And his body. His body was to Harold to what his mount's breasts were to the man next to him, it was so perfect and hard. Harold had never wanted a man inside him so much before in his life.

"You look fine," the man continued.

"Are you sure?" Harold asked?

"Yes, perfectly fine."

"Here, how about you check for me?" Harold told the young man's hand and placed it on his breast. "Take a peak, feel around, make sure there are no tan marks."

A little tent began to pitch inside that man's swim suit. His hormones began to override him. Harold felt the man's hands as they began caressing his breasts.

"Wait," Harold said removing the man's hands from his breasts. "Not here, how about we go somewhere a little more private?" He stood up, taking one of the man's hands and led him to a secluded part of the beach. They were both slaves to their body's hormones, and neither would like it any other way.

Meridian

Dave stood by the limo as the private jet roared on up the tarmac. The gust from the jet engines was enough to blow off Dave's footing, but he was a professional and professionals do not budge.

The bodyguard was given a brief memo today from the CEO of Meridian International, Charles Vincent, that his experiment had been a complete success and that his most trusted bodyguard, Dave, should be expecting him to arrive in a different form, and that he is under strict orders to trust that no matter what, if a person comes up to him today claiming to be Charles Vincent, to act towards them as if they are Charles Vincent. It must have been one crazy experiment.

The plane halted a few feet from the limo and lowered the staircase. Out walked a beautiful woman, she was dressed in a designer dress and walked with more power and confidence than any woman Dave had met before in his life.

"Dave," she said approaching the car. "Nice to see you again. How do I look?"

"Excuse me miss, I don't believe we've met." Dave said sternly.

"Did you not get the memo?"

"I did get a memo."

"Did you get the second memo?"

"I only got one miss."

"You didn't get the second memo?" She said pulling out her phone. "Somebody's getting fired it looks like." She typed out a quick email and put her phone back into her purse. "Problem solved. Now Dave, what did the first memo say?"

"To treat anyone who claims to be Mr. Vincent as if they are Mr. Vincent today."

"Good, good. Well Dave, I am Mr. Vincent. The boys in the lab have been helping me find a fountain of youth. This is the answer, a brand new body!" Charles said. "This should have been explained in the second memo with a detailed report. This body is only temporary for now, she's just some random model we paid off, thought I'd give the female form a spin for a weekend to see what it's like. But this is the answer Dave, we solved death! This calls for a little celebration, don't ya think?"

"I agree Mis-ter Vincent," Dave gulped. "Where too?"

"The usual of course," Charles said setting himself into the rear seat of the limo. "Oh, and you can call my Charlie."

"Of course Charlie."

Bello's Beauties

Clark was taken aback by the beautiful woman approaching him. She was every man's wet dream, with her perfectly sized tits, her long flowing hair, and her hourglass figure. She was the forth woman this week that fit his fantasies perfectly, first was the bombshell blonde, then the cute ginger, and next the busty asian. He had no idea how Mr. Bello found so many beautiful women to come in and model his clothing designs.

"Don't just stand there silly, we got a photo shoot to do!" She said to him and twirled around.

"Oh yes, yes of course, uhhh," her beauty had erased the name Mr. Bello gave him before the shoot.

"Sophia," she said extending her hand, he took it and shook it.

"Yes Sophia, let's get to the shoot."

She giggled, that's when Clark realized he forgot to let her hand go. "Maybe we can discuss your bonus later, but lets get to work first," she winked.

"Yeah, you're right. I got everything set up over here," he said leading her down the hall. "Is Mr. Bello coming?"

"You're new here aren't you?" she said, "Mr. Bello is a busy man, he doesn't have time for petty photo shoots. Now let's get going, you want to get that bonus now don't you?"

Little did Clark know that Sophia, the bombshell blonde, the cute ginger, and the busty asian were all his boss, Mr. Bello. Bello was a shapeshifter and a passionate designer of women's clothing, a passion brought with him from Italy to New York to found his own modeling agency. He didn't need models to wear his designs, he wanted to wear them himself, so he did all the modeling in the many different forms he worse. And sometimes, if the photographer was good enough, he'd give them a little 'bonus' afterwards. Clark was a fantastic photographer.

Cat Calling

"Damn, look at the rack on her." Juan said as a busty girl in a blue bikini passed him. "Wee woo," he whistled out, "looking good babe! Wanna compare boobs?"

The blue bikined girl sneared at Juan and continued her stroll down the beach.

"What it'd do to have a dick again to titty fuck the shit out of her," Juan rolled back.

"Jesus Juan, I thought you were embarrassing when you had a dick. This is even worse," the man next to him said.

"You know what they say Tina, you can take the dick away from the man, but you can't take the man away from the dick. Plus girl, your vag ain't bad I just sometimes miss gettin hard is all."

"I don't know how you men deal with these things, I can't control it, it just pops up sometimes. It's like having a perverted jack in the box between my legs."

Juan eyed his old body up and down, and noticed the bulge in Tina's pants she was attempting to cover with a towel.

"That chick turned you on didn't she?" He nudged his friend. "You wanna fuck her don't ya?"

"Shut up Juan!" Tina hastily covered herself up.

"You know," he said checking out another girl passing by, "that's one thing I really do love about having a pussy, nobody knows if I'm turned on or not." He said winking at his old friend.

Maybe I should just keep teasing you

"Maybe I just keep teasing you," the Snapchat read.

"Goddamit Meagan you can't play a guy like this." Anthony sent back. "When are you gonna invite me over?"

"I know exactly how to play a guy," she replied. "You'll come over when I'm ready. Promise you won't rub one out before then, kay? ;)"

"Fuuuuccckkkk," Anthony groaned leaning back in his chair. He had no idea what had gotten into her, for years he was stuck in the friend zone and now all of a sudden she was sending him seductive snaps all day. He wondered what had lead to this change of mind, did she finally come around to realize how hot he actually was? Did Megan finally become aware of just how much power she had over him? Or was it something else?

What Anthony hadn't suspected was that Megan's mind had literally been changed. Inside her body was the mind of Harold, an old body hopper who took joy out of taking over young women's bodies and seducing their male friends. He had been toying with every guy in her phone since he took over that morning, what none of them knew was that he had no actual intent to sleep with any of them. He just liked toying with men and watching their hormones take over.

This will do

Yeah, this will do. Collin thought pulling himself out of the ocean. Moments ago the man taking a dip in the bay with his family. His family, who he loved but was the largest source of stress and monotony in his life. He wanted to be free, to be young again, to have something different than the same old 9 to 5, the same bills due at the end of each month, and the same sex he and his wife always had. Collin had a plant to escape it all without hurting his family, so he took out a life insurance policy.

It was summer time, that meant vacation time, and vacations meant tourist, and tourist meant Collin could disappear into a new life. So he brought his family on vacation to Florida for his last time.

Collin scanned the beaches, looking for the right body to snatch, this time he wanted something different, something unfamiliar, something he had never experienced before in his life. So he decided to check out the bikini clad woman. Half a mile down the beach he found the perfect body, a group of young twenty-somethings, obviously tourists do to their accents, he selected one of the girls as his target.

Using a possession spell he found he muttered the words beneath his breath. Once the spell was complete a sharp pain erupted from his left arm, his chest convulsed at an irregular pattern, and he began gasping for breath. The world went dark, and with that he was dead.

Half a mile away the tourist girl was bathing in the water. Collin felt his soul shoot straight down the beach into her body. Eager he stood up and inspected his new body, but was distracted by the cry of his now widowed wife.

"Goodbye Susan, but I couldn't take it anymore. I hope you enjoy the gift I gave you," he said in a French accent. "Oh, I'm French now." He said all giddy.

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Professor

I was reading this Wait But Why? article (a blog you should all read), and this CGP Grey video (another must watch YouTuber in my opinion) about what makes you you and it got me thinking about the implications of TG blogs and more. Sure it might not be fitting for a fetish blog like this, but I like to ponder these kinds of things occasionally. Plus I felt like I needed to pace myself after having these two sexy posts back to back.

"Consciousness is nothing more than an information continuum," Professor Lee said to the audience.  "Think of it this way: if you have a car and you go into the mechanic once a month to have something upgraded or fixed, like a bumper or a piston, one by one throughout the car's lifetime until all the original parts have been replaced or upgraded, do you still have the same car?"

Lee let the audience soak in the silence.

"Consciousness is just like that." The professor paced across the stage. "You are nothing more than the sum of your experiences and how you react to them, just like a car is the sum of it's parts and how they act upon the other." Lee stopped center stage. "Hoppers like myself have the ability to temporarily force your brain to exchange parts with mine, one by one, just like our the car. Take for example this body I'm wearing, the body of my lovely assistant Jennifer I'm wearing. As a hopper I am able to force my internal wiring of my brain into hers, as long as I please. This might sound controversial, you might not agree on it's morale implications, but here at SHIFT we use this to get things done.

"As new coming heads of Interpol yourself it is my job to inform you everything about SHIFT and what we've managed to accomplish as a small faction of shapeshifters and body hoppers. SHIFT has managed to stop countless acts of terrorism thanks to combatant shifters like Agent Avery, we have assassinated the most dangerous mobsters in the world with hoppers like myself, and as we speak we have a shiftier or hopper hidden inside of every major crime syndicate or terrorist cell in the world. SHIFT is the world's best kept secret, and we welcome you all to being apart of it."

The professor paused for the applause.

"Now let me demonstrate what you will be expecting working here..." Lee continued.

Student Bodies Part 2: Visitation Hours

Part 1 Here

"Who's ready for a fucking fun night girls!?" Felix (middle, black hair) shouted. 

"Whoooo!!!!" The five girls shouted, all the drunkest they have been in their lives.

Felix wanted to cut loose tonight, he had been stressed with his research and teaching schedules that he needed a break. So on Friday, after his last lecture of the week, he took a stroll around campus until he found a girl he liked. He liked to possess freshmen on nights like tonight because he could do something stupid as them and they'd think they just blacked out from too much to drink. 

Liz, that was his name tonight according to his student ID. He knew nothing about her, and he didn't have to, he went over to his hidden liquor stash in the library he kept for nights like tonight, returned to her room and began inviting girls in Liz's dorm over for drinks. The next thing they knew it was 2am and all of them were blacked out, except for Felix. He led the girls down to the bottom floor and out to the front entrance, they all lined up by the door.

"On your mark, get set, go!" He shouted from Liz's mouth, and the girls began streaking across the campus. 

Faker

"Mmmm, you paid well for these didn't you? They almost feel real." Jon said grouping his new body's breast.

"Uhhh, Melissa, what do you mean?" Ben asked.

"Let me take a better look here," Jon said untying his bikini around his neck, "yep, fake but believable."

"Melissa," Ben said, "do you not remember the surgery?"

"Oh," Jon giggled, "silly me. I think I'm a bit too drunk. Thank you so much for these." Jon hugged the man, he had to be at least twenty years older than his mount.

Jon was an older body hopper, old enough that he was a witness of the fall of the Roman Empire. Melissa was just his latest mount, but his first female mount in over a century. After posing as Ben's butler for years, Jon decided it was time to abandon the penis and go back to a vagina and tits, at least for a little while, so he assumed the form of Ben's hot new wife.

"Now," Jon said grabbing Ben by the hand, "how about you show how much you appreciate giving me this gift?"

And the two went upstairs.

Oculus Shift

"I look hot as fuck," David said gazing into the virtual mirror. His avatar smirked at him with her cute face and big eyes. "I take back everything I've said about kids these days."

David was an elderly man, born in 1990 he had lived through the boom of the information age of the early 2000s, seen the birth of holograms and 3D printed food in 2020, the first human on Mars in 2030, and personally knew the first person to have their minds uploaded to a computer in 2040. Now the elderly man was living in the post singularity age of 2050, AI an virtual reality ruled all. For years he had resisted the temptations of immortally living within a computer, until one day on his deathbed his grandson convinced him otherwise.

David now inhabited a fully digital body, capable of his wildest dreams. Today was just another day about his world, he had transformed his avatar into the sexiest girl he could think of.

"Now time to look for another avatar to give this body a test drive," David said spawning his new body into a common room.

Wasted on the Young

"Woohoo, it feels great to be young again!" Edward said shaking his new female ass to the treadmill. He had just ran half a marathon in his granddaughter's body, he hadn't ran that much in decades.

"Glad you're enjoying it," Brandon said. "But why Sarah?"

"Listen grandson, I spent 85 years of my life with a dick. After spending 85 years with your dick don't you think you'd be tired of it?"

"Er, I don't think so."

"That's because you still got 58 years to go to understand what I'm saying." Edward got off the treadmill and started drying himself off. Brandon got uneasy when his Grandfather Eddy began wiping his sister's breasts. "It's the same old same old every day, you can only jerk off to so many pictures of busty women before it becomes routine. So as you might know, once you and Macy gave me the opportunity to become young for a week I chose the obvious new and exciting choice."

Edwards finished wiping off his sweaty female form in front of his grandson.

"Now if you would excuse me," Edward said, "I got to see the ladies the room and then get ready for a night on town!"

Student Bodies

Another request! This one is from anonymous on my main request page. 

"Woah Jessica I didn't expect you to be so, so..." Alex stumbled.

"So what?" Jessica said in a teasing voice.

"So fucking hot!"

"Oh why would you ever think that Alex Donizetti?" The girl asked while caressing his bicep.

"It's just that in class you've always been so reserved and focused on passing. And how did you know my last name?"

***

Jessica wasn't Jessica today. Inside the hot co-ed's body resided the mind of Doctor Felix Oswald PhD. A professor of psychology at their university. Jessica, one of the many prideful straight A students in his class, was struggling on the borderline between an A- or a B+. She was absolutely devastated, her parents only expected the best out of her, and getting a 4.0 GPA was the best way she could do it! One day she arrived during Dr. Oswald's office hours asking what she could asking, no begging, to be brought up to an A in his physic 101 class. "Isn't the Delta Kappa Delta toga party happening this weekend?" He asked politely.

"Yes it is, but I don't see how this is important." Jessica said.

"It's very important alright," Felix said locking his eyes with hers, "believe it or not, but I haven't been to their toga party since your mom was around your age."

"What exactly do you mean?" Jessica asked.

"I mean I would love to get an invitation, but unfortunately I'm-"

"Old..." Jessica interrupted.

"A professor," Felix corrected her. "But I have a special ability that, if you let me use it on you, will allow me to attend and I will guarantee you will never ever get below an A in my class. Hell you could skip class for the rest of the semester and I wouldn't care."

"And that it?"

"I'm a body hopper," he grinned, "let me borrow your body. Just for the party."

***

"Just a guess silly," Felix said with Jessica's vocal chords, "now how about we go back to my room and I'll show you how focused I really am?" He took Alex by his arm and guided the young man upstairs. 

Heiress

Bryan was a tycoon, as an Irish immigrant who came to the States with only the clothes on his back he managed to build himself an entertainment empire rivaling that of Disney. He was the definition of the American dream. One day he discovered something he should have seen coming. Arial, his good for nothing granddaughter, was attempting to kill him after it was leaked how much money he would be lending her.

Upon the discovery he calmly smiled and decided to up her fortune, from a mere 15% to a full 100%, and with the aid of a witch doctor he was able to get the ultimate life insurance plan, once he died his soul would be placed into her body meanwhile her's will forever been banished to the afterlife.

Not a week later after he upped her inheritance the beloved media tycoon was found dead in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver the reports said. Soon the media flocked to his largest inheritor, Arial. He took the attention and ran with it, discussing his new plans for the company's future and how he felt about his "grandfathers" sudden death. For the first time in history, he was the maker and heiress of his own fortune.

Chillaxin'

"Now this is the life!" Brad (right) said stretching his feminine arms, "no work, no stupid customers, no ex-girlfriend sending me sobby texts, and views as beautiful as the ocean." He said eyeing the girl next to him.

"Awe you're too sweet," Gary (left) teased, "but unfortunately I'm taken." He said pointing to the ring on his left right finger. "Plus I love my fiance's cock."

"Hmm, speaking of cock," Brad said eyeing a hunky guy running by. "How quickly do you think I can get him inside me?"

"Dude, you're like the straightest guy I know. You've slept with how many girls, including this body? What's the matter, tired of pussy?"

"Nah man, I just need a vacation," Brad said standing up, "and you've given me the greatest one yet." He began making his way towards the guy, his breast jiggling beneath his bikini at every step.

Brad and Gary were best friends. Brad, had recently been through a tough break up and was feeling down in the dumps about everything. Wanting to help a friend out Brad convinced his fiancee to allow Gary to join them on their annual trip to Exchange Island. After arriving Gary ended up in the body of Jill, his fiancee, and Brad wound up as a busty girl. He took swap surprisingly well, so well that five minutes after leaving Gary he was getting his brain fucked out behind the bathroom!