As he turned his blonde head and glanced at his reflection, Stanley couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t match his movements. That prostitute had really done a number on him when she’d swapped their bodies. He hadn’t even paid her yet.
As he slid the black panties down his ass, Trey marveled at the ability of the human mind to adapt to any circumstances.
Vernan was the ultimate voyeur; he enjoyed playing with magic and hopping bodies to try all new experiences.
Gabe shielded his eyes from the sun and sighed as the handbag chafed against his left tit. He was getting tired of the constant complaining from his friend Jake right next to him as they walked to work.
Richard was highly dissatisfied with how his wife was acting.
“I don’t believe you!” Owen’s sister Meg shouted at him as he walked away in her naked body. “You wouldn’t dare!”
The office clock ticked by as Alan kept glancing at it and feeling more tired and stressed out with each passing minute. He was under intense pressure to meet his boss’s deadline for the new advertisement, yet he felt trapped and uncreative at his desk.
Discordant notes tumbled around the room as Reynold desperately played the piano. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the blonde hair tickling his neck and the flimsy dress that encased his body. (Oh, what was that melody? he thought to himself.)
Shawn clutched at his new chest and yelped as his thumbs rubbed against his sensitive nipples. The wind kept blowing hair in his eyes, so he shook his head and did his best to glare at his girlfriend Irene.
“Sis, where are you going?” Jimmy asked in high tones. (Gosh, how he hated hearing his sister’s voice come from his lips.)