Body Swap

[JohnAubrey]

Trying out something a bit different... Hopefully more to come.



Louise hated her brother, and she hated his girlfriend too. The only good thing about their parents’ divorce, as far as she was concerned, was that her brother now lived with their dad on the other side of the country, and she only had to see Michael and Rachel if they came to stay in the school holidays.

Louise and Michael were twins, not that anyone meeting them both for the first time ever believed that. If Louise had a pound coin for every time a stranger had learnt this information and then stared in disbelief from one to the other, she would have been able to relieve the local Aldi of its entire stock of shopping trolleys.

It was always the same routine: the stranger would look from Louise, then up to Michael, then back down to Louise, now with an expression of pity. Louise had realised long ago that it was futile to point out that she was technically the older twin, having arrived in this world a few minutes before her sibling - that just made people laugh in her face. Well, generally above her face.

There was no escaping the fact that Louise was still a shrimp. Puberty had taken one look at her, decided it wasn’t worth the effort, and made discreetly for the exit. Her brother, on the other hand, was referred to by their granny as a ‘strapping young man’ and this was an impressively understated description even by her standards, which included once sending a postcard home from a holiday in France on which she had described the Palace of Versailles as ‘quite posh’.

Michael stood a foot and a half taller than his twin sister and, since discovering what a rigorous gym regimen could do to a body with an unusual capacity for growth a few years ago, was more than twice as heavy as her, bulging with improbable muscles that he was more than happy to show off at every available opportunity; if anything, the real challenge was hiding them. He was also handsome, and he knew it; he was supremely confident - or arrogant, depending on who you asked; and he was a natural athlete, who was used to winning at everything. 

People looked at Michael and estimated him to be four or five years older than he actually was; conversely, people looked at Louise and scaled down, seeing an unfortunate-looking little girl who seemed far younger than she actually was. Gawky, bespectacled, acne-ridden and - worst of all, as far as Louise herself was concerned - completely flat-chested.

Michael’s girlfriend, Rachel, did not have this problem. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rachel sashayed around behind what looked like a dead-heat in a zeppelin race. She may not have been that much taller than Louise, but she was built to a different specification entirely - petite, yes, but abundantly curvy with it.

Together, Michael and Rachel were the sexiest couple in their school's sixth form - capable of giving not just their horny, hormonal peers wet dreams, but also the teaching staff as well.

Whenever they came to visit, Louise counted the days until they left, and was currently taking solace in the fact that she knew this was their final evening as guests; although if anyone had asked Louise, she would have replied that this was still not soon enough.

Michael and Rachel were currently taking up the entire sofa - Michael’s broad shoulders were popping out of his gym vest and he was taking up space enough for two or three Louises; and Rachel was lying coquettishly on her stomach next to him, kicking her legs in the air, the underside of her peachy, round bottom jiggling slightly in her too-short shorts every time her shins whacked into the armrest.

Louise sat awkwardly in an uncomfortable wicker chair off to the side of the room. She couldn’t see the TV clearly from there, but she did have a clear line of sight to Michael and Rachel, so she had plenty of opportunity to glare at them resentfully.

Louise hated her brother, and she hated his girlfriend too, because they were hot and she was not. And every time they came to stay, they seemed to have got hotter, which just compounded the fact that she hadn’t changed at all.

As far as Louise was concerned, Michael and Rachel had all the worst of the accompanying attributes so often found in the beautiful - they were narcissistic, selfish, and cruel.

Louise hated her brother, and she hated his girlfriend too.




Later that evening, Louise put down her book and realised she’d forgotten to brush her teeth before bed. As she headed for the bathroom she heard a rhythmic noise. Something on TV, perhaps? What was it? Intrigued, Louise edged along the corridor, towards Michael’s room. The bedroom door was open and Louise could clearly see the two naked figures inside. Rachel lay on her back across the bed, her head dangling over the edge; Michael currently held her head in both hands, the better to repeatedly thrust his giant erection deep into her open mouth and down her throat.

Glorp. Glorp. Glorp.

A mixture of saliva and semen was leaking from Rachel’s mouth and running down her face and into her nose.

Glorp. Glorp. Glorp.

Louise’s mouth was dry. She had never seen anything like this before; sex was a closed book to her - closed, placed on a high shelf and stored far out of sight up in the stacks. 

‘Is this how my brother treats Rachel?’ Louise thought.

Glorp. Glorp. Glorp.

‘Why is she letting him do this to her?  Can she even be enjoying this?’

Glorp. Glorp. Glorp.

‘This is so disgusting!’

Michael let go of Rachel’s head with one hand and half-turned, causing Louise to start back, in case he had somehow sensed her presence, but he was just admiring himself in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. He flexed a chiselled bicep and admired himself as he carried on face-fucking his girfriend.

Glorp. Glorp. Glorp.

“Oh yeah, babe! Do you know how lucky you are? That’s it; suck my big cock! Swallow it all!”

He grabbed Rachel’s head with both hands again, and pulled it violently towards him, until her chin was smashed into his pubis and could go no further. He held her there. Rachel’s eyes bulged and rolled back into her head. Louise became convinced Rachel was choking - her body was starting to stiffen and convulse - but if he knew what was happening to her, Michael seemed unconcerned.

Just as Louise started to think she might have to run into the room to save her, Rachel started to bang her fists on Michael’s hips. He finally got the message. He released her head, and took a step back. Rachel’s chest heaved and undulated as she made noises like a dying fish. Michael stepped forward again and started to whack Rachel in her flushed face with his glistening boner, first one cheek, then the other.

Rachel’s breathing became more normal, and she started giggling. Her mascara had started to run, moistened by tears, saliva or semen, Louise couldn’t tell.

“Oh my god, baby, that was so hot! You are such a stud.”

Michael started flexing his abs, checking himself out again. He stepped closer to the mirror. Suddenly Louise realised there was now a clear line of sight between herself and Rachel. Their eyes locked. Rachel rolled onto her front and gave Louise a blissful grin. She blew her a kiss, and with it a big cummy bubble, which grew bigger and bigger.

Pop!

Louise ran back down the corridor, the sound of Rachel’s scornful giggling echoing in her ears.




The following day, Louise managed to come up with an excuse to leave the house early and avoid seeing Michael and Rachel leave. She was confused and ashamed by what she had witnessed, her sexual inexperience brought home in the most explicit, humiliating manner she could imagine. She felt small and stupid and alone, and she hated her brother and his girlfriend all the more for making her feel that way.

That night she felt in the mood for some comfort viewing, pulled an old favourite DVD off the shelf, and fell asleep watching Freaky Friday.




The next morning, as Louise started to wake up, yawning and stretching, she felt different, almost sluggish. Was she ill? No, that wasn’t it; it was something else. Her body moved in an unfamiliar manner. Was she… bigger? Heavier? And was there someone in bed with her? What was going on?

Louise panicked, scrabbled across the mattress and threw back the bedclothes to see who was lying next to her. As she twisted her body and rolled onto her side a huge penis whipped through the air like the arm of a trebuchet firing a projectile.

It was hers.

Her penis smacked into the prone body next to her.

“Mmmhh… Morning, baby… I love it when you wake me up like that.”

The figure next to her yawned and stretched. Still trying to comprehend exactly what was going on, Louise took a while to realise she was looking at Rachel, who was now snuggling up against her and craning her neck to deliver a kiss to her lips.

Louise moved to grab Rachel’s shoulder and pull her away, but became transfixed by the sight of her own arm bunching up with bulging muscles. As Louise stared at her bicep, Rachel started to caress it, kissing it, licking it, pulling herself even closer to Louise until her soft, jiggling breasts smooshed into Louise’s slab-like pecs.

“Mmmh, yeah, that’s my muscle stud,” Rachel moaned.

Louise pulled away and sat up, dragging Rachel, still draped over her arm, with her. She looked in the mirror at her reflection and saw…

… Michael? She was Michael? She was Michael! How was she Michael?

She scrambled off the bed, but Rachel had locked her arms and legs around her. Before she even realised what she was doing, Louise had stood up, taking Rachel with her. She was shocked to realise the little minx felt like she weighed almost nothing.

Rachel was purring with excitement now, nuzzling Louise’s neck and bucking her hips to grind her wet little pussy against Louise’s eight-pack abs. Freaking out, Louise grabbed hold of Rachel, turned and flung her easily back onto the bed. Rachel screamed in excitement.

“Oh, you know I love it rough, baby!”

Nimble as a monkey, she was back on her feet in seconds, jumping across the bed and then back into Louise’s embrace, grabbing hold of her beefy arms, manoeuvring her hips until, with a start, Louise realised that her penis - her penis! - over which she apparently had no control, had grown long and hard and had slipped inside Rachel.

Rachel felt warm and soft and moist, and better than anything Louise had ever experienced before.

“Mmmmh!”

Overwhelmed, her synapses firing with more information than they could handle, Louise stood unmoving, for all the world looking like a finely chiselled statue of a Greek hero, easily bearing the weight of the nymphet sexpot who was now enthusiastically bouncing up and down on her erection, which Louise could feel throbbing like a twisted ankle.

In time, Rachel’s breathing changed, her breaths coming quicker and shallower, and her movements became slower, but more deliberate, arching her back to slip along the length of Louise’s hard cock, and then thrusting herself back down on it, impaling herself.

“Mmmmh! Oh, baby! Yes, baby!”

Louise felt like an electric current was running through her, like she was Frankenstein’s monster becoming alive, truly alive, for the first time. Not only did she feel more amazing than she ever had done before, it was clear that whatever she was doing was making Rachel feel incredible - unashamedly, audibly, pornographically incredible - as well; and skipping countless inexpert, disappointing teenage fumblings and fast-forwarding to an earth-shattering perfectly synchronised mutual climax was a transcendental experience for Louise.

She had a sudden hunger, a carnal craving, for Rachel and her body. Louise slipped the large hands over which she now had control under Rachel’s bum, massaging the pliant, round cheeks, squeezing them ever more firmly, enjoying the way they tightened as Rachel contracted her body to pull herself back up to the tip of Louise’s cock, before sliding back down it, slick and slippery with their juices.

Louise gave an extra squeeze, pulling Rachel down to the very bottom of her shaft and holding her there, skewered and quivering, moaning in ecstasy.

Louise felt like a dam about to burst. Her legs began to shake. The butterflies in her tummy were migrating, taking flight en masse. She had never given much thought to what her first orgasm would be like but, it’s fair to say, she had never in a million years expected it to be like this.

As Louise exploded with hot pleasure, Rachel screamed her name. Well, almost.

“Oh, Miiiiiiiichael! Yes! Yeeeeesssss!”

The next thing Louise knew, she was lying on her back on the bed in a post-coital haze, with Rachel draped over her, kissing her neck and stroking her left nipple.

“Are you excited, baby? Today’s the day!” giggled Rachel.

“The day? The day for what?” Louise murmured, blissfully.

“Have you forgotten? Today’s the day you promised to take me to the gym with you and show me how to work out!”

[MissChiara05]

Real funny story...hope it will continue

[jhunter]

Very interesting premise, with a good flow. Not bad for an introduction. Keep up the nice work.

[wowser1016]

Very different start and interesting approach. Louise is gonna have fun. K+!

[TaleTitan]

Wow, I'm really loving this. Keep it up!

[JohnAubrey]

I'd actually forgotten that I'd posted this!

I enjoyed writing it, and I did have a second chapter drafted out along with a vague notion of where the story might go after that, so watch this space...

[MissChiara05]

Excited for this update...thank you so much k++

I'd actually forgotten that I'd posted this!

I enjoyed writing it, and I did have a second chapter drafted out along with a vague notion of where the story might go after that, so watch this space...

[MissChiara05]

Hope in new chapter

Excited for this update...thank you so much k++

I'd actually forgotten that I'd posted this!

I enjoyed writing it, and I did have a second chapter drafted out along with a vague notion of where the story might go after that, so watch this space...

[quick]

Looking forward to it.

[phil123]

Hope for more and what happens in the gym.

[JohnAubrey]

Chapter 2.1 (Hopefully 2.2 to arrive shortly)



Louise watched as Rachel stood on her tiptoes to talk to the man behind the front desk at the gym. Like everyone else in the foyer she couldn’t help but notice how, as Rachel rocked back from the balls of her feet and her heels hit the ground, her round, peachy bottom bounced irresistibly underneath her leggings.

Louise may have seen Rachel totally naked within the last hour, but that casual jiggle was an open invitation to anyone watching to start undressing Rachel with their eyes and, like every other man in the area, Louise couldn't help but RSVP.

It was all too easy to picture Louise’s thong being gobbled up between her voluptuous cheeks.

Louise felt it start to get hard again.

Oh god, what was she becoming?

This was the question that had been quietly nagging away at Louise that morning: what was she becoming?

And that was weird, because she was also dimly aware that really the question she should have been fixated on was: what had she become?

Louise had barely stopped to think about how she had ended up switching bodies with her twin brother. Normally an academic, inquisitive girl - some would say a girly swot, or a teacher’s pet, or perhaps just a nerdy loser - she appeared to be experiencing a unique phenomenon, something that was normally the realm of science fiction or fantasy, and she had accepted it without question.

Somehow she had adapted to her new body easily, all too easily.

And she had been enjoying it, perhaps too much; she had certainly been enjoying it too much to spend much time wondering about what had happened.

It was almost as if her new body had begun to control her thoughts, rather than the other way round - and her behaviour was changing as a result.

Take this morning…

Louise hadn’t asked what she had become as she sprawled on the bed in a post-coital haze, her flaccid penis still big enough to reach her navel, recovering from her first ever orgasm.

Nor when Rachel had returned from the shower and started towelling herself off, her full, perky breasts swaying in a beguiling manner that immediately drew Louise’s attention. Suddenly, the monster between her legs was rearing its head again, and - without even thinking about it - she was stroking the substantial new addition to her body as it thickened. 

Rachel, noticing what Louise was doing, bit her lip seductively and ran the fingertips of her right hand down her cleavage, down her smooth stomach, to gently rub the lips of her pussy.

“Do I turn you on, baby? Me standing here, all wet and dripping? Well, all your big muscles make me even wetter.”

Rachel dropped the towel and knelt by the edge of the bed in the space between Louise’s dangling legs. She waited there expectantly, like a puppy anticipating a treat for good behaviour. Louise sat up and, as if this was a signal, Rachel wrapped both of her small, manicured hands around Louise’s erection, which towered over her head like a phallic gnomon. 

“Mmh… SO big, and all for me.”

Louise watched, mesmerised, as Rachel slowly licked the length of her shaft from base to oozing tip; she felt her penis twitch and somehow grow even harder. Rachel swirled her tongue around the end, all the while looking deep into Louise’s eyes.

She hadn’t asked what she had become when she felt unable to resist and grabbed Rachel’s head, forcing her cock into that pretty little mouth, stretching those pouty lips, some impulse causing her to thrust Rachel’s head down and up and down and up again and again and again and again, punishing her perfect face, not caring if she hurt her, only wanting to spurt hot gobbets of cum all over her, to mark her territory like she was an animal.

Louise expected Rachel to resist, perhaps to cry, even eventually to beg for mercy, but Rachel sucked her cock like it was a Calippo on a hot day, never once breaking eye contact, staring up at her, adoringly, for the duration.

Neither had Louise asked what she had become as she walked to the gym later that morning, her gait unthinkingly becoming a arrogant swagger, her sleeveless T-shirt doing nothing to hide her bulging muscles, the unmistakable outline of her huge flaccid penis easily visible through her grey joggers as it audibly slapped against her thigh with every step.

Every woman she walked past stared at her thirstily, some of them blatantly open-mouthed in aroused wonderment. Every man she walked past looked at her enviously, some of them even fearfully.

Louise felt like she could chose to flirt or fight with anyone, like she could utter a simple chat-up line or a casual threat that - in either scenario - would be so devastatingly effective that it would make the recipient need to go home for a change of underwear.

She felt like a big, strong winner, and she was loving it.

But what was she becoming? That was the question that was bothering her now. As much as Louise was enjoying the hung, hulking body she was in, she was aware that she wasn’t thinking or acting like herself.

She was a shy girl; prim and proper. She was quiet and she was considerate. She was - not altogether by choice - chaste. Why could she only think about fucking and fighting now?

Was all this muscle actually starting to shape the way she thought? Was her porn star penis affecting how she behaved?

Louise was worried that although she still had control of her mind in her brother’s body, the body was somehow taking over.

She was worried, for example, that she was becoming dumber, just a meathead like Michael.

She cringed to think about how long she had stared at her brother’s phone that morning, wondering how she was going to unlock it, before she realised his fingerprints were now her fingerprints and a simple tap on the sensor would be all it took to get in.

And this big, muscular body was making her so horny all the time, like an animal in rutting season. One look at Rachel was enough to get her blood pumping and her cock hardening.

And her feelings towards Rachel had changed too... She hated Rachel. Or at least, she used to hate Rachel, the conceited, shallow, beautiful bitch. But now none of that seemed to matter. Now all she could think about was bending Rachel over the gym's reception desk and fucking her in front of everyone until they both got friction burns.

A tent started to form in the front of Louise's joggers. She was going to have to excuse herself...

[JohnAubrey]

Chapter 2.2 - Enjoy!



Louise muttered that she was going to the toilet as a pretext for a ménage à moi to deal with the pressure that was building in her boxers but, as she wandered off down a corridor, the man behind the front desk called her back.

“Hey bro, the gents are that way,” he said, pointing in the opposite direction.

“Oh yeah, I knew that…” mumbled a chastened Louise, her bubble bursting as her attempt to bluff her way round the gym fell at the first hurdle.

Whatever her fears about Michael's body taking over, Louise's nervous personality reasserted itself. What had she been thinking, agreeing to show Rachel how to work out? How was she going to pull this off?

Initially she had thought it would be easy. How hard could picking stuff up and putting it back down be? If her idiot of a brother could manage it, the answer was surely: not very. And once she had eventually unlocked her brother’s phone, it had seemed like an even more straightforward prospect.

For starters she had been able to use it to establish where the gym actually was, which was not a problem that had even occurred to her until that moment. And then she found that Michael’s phone was full of notes outlining exhaustive meal plans and exercise routines, and she had convinced herself that she could use these to bluff her way through the process.

It was funny: here she was thinking of her brother as stupid, but actually all these notes and calculations, detailed and scrupulous, reflected well on his organisation and maths skills. He certainly had a lot more knowledge about working out than she did.

The dunce had only got a E in his maths GCSE though, she thought smugly; she had got an A*, of course.

Judging by all the bookmarked porn videos Louise had found on Michael’s phone, he really should have got a higher mark in Biology too. Louise had only had time to quickly glance at a few of them, but she had already learnt several new things about the human body.

Louise started to daydream about putting some of these new principles into practice. Absorbed in her thoughts of what she was going to do to Rachel later when they were back home, Louise didn’t notice the woman walking towards her from the opposite end of the corridor until they were within touching distance.

When she looked up, she forgot she was in Michael’s hulking body and became easily-flustered little Louise again, because this woman looked angry, and she was heading straight for her.

The woman clearly worked at the gym, because she was wearing a lifeguard’s swimming costume with the gym’s logo on it - but if the outfit didn’t give it away, her amazing body did: she had a tall, athletic physique, all broad shoulders and long, powerful limbs.

Louise opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything the woman grabbed hold of Louise’s sizable semi and started to walk backwards into a supply cupboard, leading a helpless Louise after her, the door swinging shut behind them.

Wordlessly, the woman ripped down Louise’s joggers and boxers and started to jack Louise’s growing erection. With her other hand, she grabbed the back of Louise’s head and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Louise could feel the woman’s power, and she was taken aback by it. Granted, with all of Michael’s muscle, this woman’s strength did not match her own, but this woman was incredibly strong and she was fierce. Compared to the compliant, submissive Rachel, this woman’s confidence and no-nonsense attitude was a whole new experience for Louise.

The woman broke off the kiss and moved back slightly, but kept her hold on the back of Louise’s head - Louise could see the woman’s bicep peak bulging as she kept up the tension, letting Louise know she was going nowhere. Not that Louise wanted to go anywhere. For what must have been the sixth time that morning her cock felt like it had grown harder than it had ever been before.

The woman released her grip on Louise’s neck to reach down and pull aside the crotch of her swimming costume; then she unceremoniously rammed the full length of Louise’s erection inside her, leaning back to rest her hands on a shelf edge and thrusting her crotch forwards, pressing hard into Louise, gymnastically wrapping her powerful legs around Louise’s waist.

Louise was immediately distracted by the sight of this woman’s triceps bulging as she leant back on the shelf, her straightened arms taking most of her weight; and then she noticed the woman’s abs, clearly visible through her tight swimming costume, her six-pack a sleek, symmetrical and undeniably sexy symbol of power.

Who knew muscle looked so good on a woman?

Louise could feel the woman’s heels digging into her back as she bent her legs at the knees in an attempt to force Louise even further inside her. Louise yielded to the pressure, a little gingerly at first, fearing a hard thrust would cause the woman’s arms to collapse, but it quickly became clear the woman’s strength and stamina were equal to the task. Louise quickly forgot any reticence and, taking her cue from the woman’s eager prompting, started to thrust with wild abandon.

Unlike Rachel, this woman didn’t moan and squeal as she got pounded, she just panted like an athlete pushing herself to her physical limit.

Objects started to fall from the shaking shelves, but still they fucked. Dr Meinheimer could have been sitting next to them, bowling balls bouncing off his head, and still they would have fucked. Louise was lost in the throes of passion, could feel herself letting go, her orgasm getting closer, when suddenly the woman spoke for the first time…

“NO. You don’t get to cum yet!”

As far as Louise was concerned it was too late for that, and she continued her frenzied pounding until, to her amazement, the woman tightened the grip of her legs around Louise’s waist, let go of the shelf and, with the strength of her core muscles alone, performed a mid-air sit-up, bringing them eye to eye.

She slapped Louise hard across the face.

“I said ‘you don’t get to cum yet,’” she growled.

She reclined a little again, relying on that same incredible abdominal strength to hold herself up, their respective torsos now at a 45 degree angle to each other.

Lowering herself slightly, and reaching down and around, the woman grabbed Louise’s balls and squeezed.

The pain was unbearable; Louise’s legs almost gave way.

“That slutty little fuckdoll has ruined your stamina. You come when I say so, and not before. Do you understand?”

Louise could only whimper in reply.

“Good boy.”

The woman released her grip, tossed her tumbling raven-black curls back, and maintained her improbable position, starting to buck her hips in exquisitely controlled slow-motion. The pressure on Louise’s erection, buried deep inside this woman, and experiencing new, previously unknown forces exerted internally by the flexing of the woman’s iron-banded abdominal muscles, was almost unbearable.

And yet sheer astonishment at what she was seeing made Louise forget all about the inevitability of her orgasm.

The woman reached forward and stroked Louise’s meaty chest.

“Mmh, has someone been working on their upper pectorals? Very nice! I’ve been working on my core strength and playing around with heavier decline weighted crunches. Maybe you’ve noticed?”

At this the woman began to gradually lean further back until her body was sloping towards the ground, causing Louise to lean forward slightly as her painfully erect penis was pulled along for the ride; then the woman smoothly raised herself back up until she was once more face to face with Louise.

And then she did it again, and again, and…

After the tenth easy repetition, still showing no signs of strain, she stopped and smirked at Louise, raising a sardonic eyebrow. Louise had no idea that such a self-satisfied facial expression could be so sexy, but the woman’s arrogance and preening superiority urgently reminded her that she was about to blow.

“Poor little baby looks like he’s going to explode,” the woman said, mockingly.

She lunged forward for another kiss and wrapped her tongue around Louise’s, seemingly trying to wrestle it into submission. Then she bit Louise’s lip and pulled away. Louise’s eyes watered as the woman drew blood.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”

It was another invitation Louise couldn’t refuse and she could only comply enthusiastically. Her shuddering orgasm, when it arrived, was strong enough to bring her to her knees.

The woman dismounted, gracefully kicked her right leg over Louise’s left shoulder, and buried Louise’s face in her dripping pussy.

“Lick me clean. And until you ditch the bitch, this is the last time you get to enjoy my company.”

“Whut?” came the muffled reply.

“Don’t act stupid. You told me you’d dump Tits McGee by now. You don’t get to taste me again until she’s gone, so make it count.”

“But I don’t…”

Louise never got the chance to finish her sentence. In another unexpectedly balletic move, the woman swung her other leg over Louise’s right shoulder and squeezed her rock-solid thighs together. By the time Louise realised her windpipe was constricted and her supply of oxygen was cut off, she was too unprepared and overwhelmed to fight back.

Louise saw stars, and then she saw black.

Fifteen minutes later, Louise hobbled into the men’s changing rooms, head spinning, neck aching, feeling like she’d just provided the all-you-can-eat buffet at a succubus convention.   

She collapsed onto a bench. A bald-headed man, apparently wider than he was tall, sidled up to her and dropped a plastic bag at her feet.

“What?” asked Louise, weakly.

“As promised, mate.”

“What… what are you talking about?”

“Bought and paid for. Just like we discussed, mate. You remember? You’re only going to get so big when you’re natty, right?”

A few other gym-goers wandered into the room and the man, despite his bulk, slipped away as quickly and quietly as he had arrived.

Louise cradled her head in her hands. Half an hour ago she had been the king of the world. Now she felt like she’d come off worst in an argument with the guillotine.

[sgsg69]

Wow, unbelievable story line, a great twist on Freaky Friday............can't wait to see where it goes from her! Karma to you!! K+++++

[sgsg69]

Bump, hope there's more!!

[Jaguar]

I really didn't think the premise would work, but this is really good!