Switcheroo

"Hello lover! So vat do you sink?" George just stood there, confused and transfixed. The accent was that of the housekeeper Birgeitte, and the 'uniform' she had changed into was much different from her usual attire,but more so was her entire attitude and demeanor. If he didn't know better , he'd almost swear she was carrying his wifes swagger. It took him a minute, but he shook his head and decided to get to the bottom of what was going on. "Ummm, excuse me Birgeitte, but can you tell me what the heck is going on here? I can't imagine that outfit will be very comfortable to complete your duties in? Has Mrs. Collins seen you like this? I doubt she'll be very happy. You best change and get back to work." "Ah, Jorge. You silly, silly man. It IS me. Katerine. Your loving wife. Do you like? Birgeitte has agreed to zis temorery svitcheroo so zat we may, how you say, have a leetle fun. She has given me total freedom to do vatever you vant

"Dude! What are you doing? Why are you all dressed up like that and where do you think you're going?" "I don't think calling your mother 'dude' is appropriate now is it young man?" giggle " Billy! That is NOT funny! You agreed to be my mom for awhile to teach her a lesson and so that we could get to do fun stuff together and she couldn't stop us. You're also supposed to help me with that parent teacher stuff mom is suppose to go to tomorrow night and make sure I don't get into any more trouble. You got me that new Playstation, but have barely played with me even though you bought me the best over 18 games. That was so cool by the way, but still, you spend more time talking to my dad in my parents room than hanging out with me. That wasn't the plan." "Oh Lenny. I'm sure one day you'll understand. As for why I'm dressed like this, your father is taking me out to a nice fancy dinner to celebrate. Anyway

"Please Mrs. Adams. Don't make us do this. We promise that we'll be better students. We won't talk back to you, or talk out in class. Just give us back our bodies. Katie and Mandy will ruin any chance we have to get into a good College football program." Steve begged on his knees to his English teacher. "Yeah. I'll even put in an effort to bring my marks up. Anything you want me to do. Just get me out of this body. I feel so, so exposed." his friend and teammate Simon said. "Oh, believe me gentlemen, or is that ladies, when this little assignment is over, you'll have a better appreciation for the rules as well as the girls. They've told me how you disrespect them. From slapping their asses in school, to treating them like little sex toys outside of school, and even making them alter and 'sexy up' their school uniforms. The exact uniforms you are now wearing. That nice boy Jason told me all about the awful things you do to

Brad had been dating Jessica for about 8 months now. Everything had been going great and their sex life was phenomenal. Jessica did wonder though, when Brad would suddenly smile for no reason mid coitus, what he was thinking about and she suspected it was her BFF Samantha. Sam and Jess were virtually inseparable and looked like they were sisters, if not twins. If Sam would simply dye her blonde hair red like Jess, everyone would swear they were. Now, Jessica's suspicions about her boyfriend were not unfounded. He was constantly flirting with Sam and suggesting that the they have a threesome, just for fun. Once he found out that on a few drunken occasions, Jess and Sam had messed around a little, he became almost insistent. Once he began mentioning it during sex, it became too much. That's when Jess came up with her own little plan Jessica's mother had told her for years that the women in her family dabbled in witchcraft, but Jess never really believed her. She decided

James couldn't believe it. He'd hit the clubs with Abbie's friends. Laughed, drank and talked about boys. The more they talked, the more James started feeling strange in his groin. He felt all warm and a bit wet. He was never lacking for men to dance with no matter what club they went to and not only could he confidently walk in the mysterious heels, but he was dancing and moving as if he'd had his sisters body his, or even her, entire life. Although he remembered being James, his mind slowly became flooded with Abbie's thoughts. At first he thought it was the alcohol. All of the stuff called vodka that he kept drinking made him feel all light headed and giggly. He assumed all the thoughts he didn't understand at first, were just a side effect of the drinks. It was about half way through the night, when James started thinking about the large bulge in the pants of the guy he was dancing with, and superstitiously rubbed his sisters hand along it, feigning sh

James had always been fascinated with his sister and desperately wanted to know what it was like to be a woman. His sister was older than he was and had a very active social life. She was your typical, up for anything, party girl. Out all night, every night, and still finding the tie and energy to hold down a decent job during the day. As a result, James was able to indulge his little cross dressing fetish on a regular bases. He was forever trying on her club outfits and dresses and loved walking around the house (when his mother was too preoccupied to notice) in any one of his sisters pairs of heels. Thankfully their house was mostly carpeted, bar the front entry way. One day James found he had some time to sneak into his sisters room and have a little fun. It was about an hour before Abbie was due home from work, and she already had tonight's outfit ready and presented nicely on her bed. He'd have to do his usual and take careful note of where everything was so that when

Becky went upstairs to check on Jason. It was unlike the little guy to not greet her at the door. Jason was at that perfect age where he loved being babysat by his cool neighbour, but wasn't old enough to be crushing on her yet. When she got to Jason's room, she saw him (or who she thought was Jason), sprawled out on his bed, face in his pillow and he sounded like he was crying. "Hey buddy. What's wrong? What can we do to have some fun and make you laugh?" As Becky walked across Jason's bedroom floor, she reached down to pick up a discarded shirt. "Ouch!", she said. "Why did I get a shock from you shirt Jay?" That's when Amanda popped Jason's head up, stopped crying and looked over to Becky who looked confused. She smiled, turned herself around and sat on the bed and waited. This time she got to see from the outside as Becky's body changed. She shrunk. Her hair got shorter. Her boobs started to disappear and something unco

"So mommy. How do I look? Or should that be how do you look?" *giggle* "Jason! You can't do this. Give mommy back her body and we can forget that this happened. Please?! Before my date gets here. You had to sit down because you couldn't even walk in my shoes, and look at you! Trying to pull my dress down. It's really that short. Do you think you can go around, walk in those shoes, let alone dance like I'm suppose to, and not have my favourite dress ride up and show the world mommy's special parts? You're just a little boy at heart after all." "Special parts? You mean your vagina mommy? Or should I say my vagina little Jason?" "What? How do you know that word? Did you hear your father say it on the weekend. He's going to get his little tushie spanked. Wait? tushie? But that's what you call a bum. Why would I say that? I never say tushie. Oh no. Is something happening to my mind?" "It sure is 'Jaso

"It's no use! I just can't do it! No matter how much I try, I almost break my damn ankle every freakin time!" "Ummm, you mean MY ankle dear. Now let's go! Try again. I have faith in you and I lknow you can do this. You're thinking about it too hard. If you can walk gracefully up and down the stairs, you can walk anywhere. I chose those shoes because they're my most comfortable so shouldn't pinch your toes. Too much." "I don;t want to do it mom. Why do I have to? This isn't fair! I think you know exactly what's happened and just don't want to do anything about it. You just want a break away from whatever is going on in your life, don't you?" "Now why on earth would you think that Allan? I have no desire to be a 15 year old again. Let alone a boy. Let ALONE my own son. That's just wrong on so many levels. Now, until we can figure out what has caused this, I need you to act like me and be able to pass a

"DAMN YOU MOTHER!!" Caroline was pissed. She wasn't sure how she had ended up in this flash hotel room, and she sure as hell didn't know how she ended up in her mother's body, but she knew her mother had something to do with it? Could she have known that Caroline was about to have sex with her boyfriend James? Lots and lots and lots of sex. Her mother had spoke to her for years about 'being responsible' and 'waiting for the right time'. Well she'd done just that. She had been dating James for almost 4 months now. All of her friends had put out within the first month, but Caroline had waited. James had never pressured her and even when things got hot and heavy, and she had stopped it, he had respected her wishes and not tried to push further. She figured that he deserved a reward for that so had found a sexy little outfit and they had texted each other lots of dirty suggestions on what to try. She had planned to try as many as they could, fo

"Wow Caroline! You look so sexy in that. You really do want to make our first time special, don't you?" "Well I thought a little something extra might make sure you don't back out. Do you like?" "Oh yes, yes, YES! I sure do. Where did you get that outfit?" "A girl has to have some secrets from her boyfriend. Do you care where I got it, or are you just happy that I do have it? Aren't you going to enjoy taking it off of me? *giggle* "Just be careful with my nylons. They're expensive." Or at least I assume they are? Caroline's mother Suzanne had been doing what most parents do. Be nosy when it comes to teir teenage children. Caroline had left her phone sitting in the kitchen...unlocked. Suzanne's curiosity got the better of her, and she scrolled through her most recent text messages with her boyfriend, James. James was a nice boy, who Suzanne liked. He was respectful to Suzanne and her daughter and always made