1. Body Swap


    Date: 8/27/2017, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    it turned itself on. After a few seconds it asked for a pin code, and I started to panic, but I tried 1234 and it let me straight in. I mashed in my own mobile number, and started to dial. There was no answer. I hung up and rung again. No answer. That was to be expected - it wasn't his phone, after all. I rung a third time, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. Just as it went to the answer phone message for the fifth time, it was answered at the other end. There was a few seconds of silence. "Hello?" It was my voice. It sounded weird over the phone, but it was my own voice. That came as a big shock - a bigger shock than anything else, for some reason. I had no idea why I was this calm. Except I don't think I was, I think I was deeply in shock, and it was just buried deep inside. Perhaps showing itself in a different way. "Sam?" My voice wasn't majorly deep, but compared to what I was used to I felt husky and rough. There was a dead silence on the other end, except for heavy breathing. His voice came back faint. "Who is this?" "This is Arifa. I'm you and you're me." His nervous swallow was audible over the phone. "What happened?" "How the fuck should I know? We need to talk. Meet me in the common room at college. Now, before others get there. Act normal." "Act normal??" His voice "Okay, as normal as possible then. Just be there in half an hour." I furiously hit the hang-up symbol, before instantly feeling bad. He was just as scared as me, maybe more so judging by his ...
    reaction. I swung my legs around over the side of my bed, and slowly stood up, making sure the dizziness didn't affect me too much. I felt so tall, so precariously balanced, like I would topple at the slightest breeze. Clothes were strewn around the floor. I wasn't sure what was clean and what was dirty - but, as I recollected, it didn't matter, they were my body parts now. I stooped down to grab a pair of boxers, and nearly fell over. The rest of the dressing I took much more slowly, until I was clad in jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I opened my door and looked warily out. I realised I didn't have any idea who lived in his house, or what his normal morning regime would be. I was willing to bet it wouldn't involve make-up. ***** I heard the beep on the other line, and lowered the phone to the floor that I was lying on. I felt faint - unsurprising, really, considering I had just fainted. I sat up gingerly - just as well, considering the change in height. I remained still, breathing deeply, supporting myself on my short, thin arms. There was a knock at the door and a woman stuck her head round. I stared at her. She looked like I now did, but slightly older, and with longer hair. She laughed. "Hey s*s, what're you doing on the floor?" My throat felt dry. "Just... Sitting." She laughed again. "Okay, well I washed the outfit you wanted for today, it's in the bathroom for after your shower." "Thanks." Shower and clothes, simple morning routine. She left as I pulled myself upwards. I ...