Body Swap

I opened a drawer in his chest of drawers, but found t-shirts. I opened the one above it, and found boxers - but that wasn't all. Along with boxers there were two boxes of condoms, a roll of tissues, some porn mags and a dildo. A dildo. Black, and very long. I almost laughed. I didn't know Sam enjoyed receiving anal. In fact, I thought it something that only girls did.

I picked up a porn mag. Did people still use these, what with all the internet porn that was available? I flicked through, checking out all the different men and women who featured. Then, as I turned to the second last page, a photo fell out.

I picked it up and nearly squealed. It was of Katie. Naked. It had clearly been taken through the glass of the door to the bathroom, without her knowing. He was drying her hair, and her nude body was arched, pushing her beautiful breasts forwards. It looked like something out of a professional magazine, if not for the crap camera quality. The photo aroused me, but I was still offended at the invasion of her privacy. I slipped it into my pocket, deciding to throw it away later. A small voice in my mind warned me against interfering, but I pushed it away.

I placed the mags back where I found them, pulled out a pair of boxers and closed the drawer. I carefully stepped into my boxers, making sure not to fall over. They felt too baggy, too open. I quickly pulled jeans on over the top to tighten up, but I still felt too exposed. Out of instinct I went for a bra, before catching myself and just grabbing a top. It was a plain grey t-shirt, but I didn't really care about looking my best. My chest, too, felt exposed, from the lack of a bra, but I just shrugged the top into place and tried to ignore it.

I desperately racked my brains for anything I might have forgotten. Luckily, his school bag seemed already packed, so I grabbed that and went out. I walked slowly, very deliberately putting one foot in front of the other so as not to fall. Pretty soon I got used to it, but I still payed close attention to where I was going. I had no idea where I was, but I got out Sam's phone and went onto maps. I typed in the name of our college, and a blue line appeared instantly showing me where to go.

It was some time before I got to school, so I assumed Sam was gonna be there. I walked up the ramp to the front of the school, turning right to go to our year's common room. I scanned the room, for some reason looking for Sam, before my eyes settled on my own face. My own body was sitting across the room from me, staring at me intently. I swallowed and walked slowly towards him.

He gave a grimaced, pained smile. There was something in his eyes - fear, shock, even anger, but on top of that... Joy? Triumph? That's what it looked like, knowing my own face. It was uncanny how well he pulled my faces.

I had pictured a scene where we would sit down and discuss it. We would rationally talk over what was happening, how we would deal with it and when it would go away. However I forgot two things. First, rationality had gone out of the window at this stage, clearly shown by his grimace. Second, Sam was a dick. He had always been a dick. So I should have seen it coming, though for some reason it shocked me deeply. Maybe I thought that fear would somehow bind us together.

He opened his mouth, pulled a twisted grin on my face and said: "you have nice tits."

My mouth opened and closed like a drowning fish. I think it unnerved him slightly, seeing the shock on his own face, but that only drove him on. As he was lifting up my phone I decided he was simply reacting badly from the shock, and I would forgive him. Until I saw the naked photo of me.

He must have taken it this morning! Anger flared up inside me, and I barked, "prick!" as I grabbed for the phone. Somehow I didn't make it though, and he jumped up, with surprising skill for someone in a different body. I, however, over-balanced, so by the time I had got up he was already showing the photo to two guys sitting there.

I watched in despair as the three of them leering over the photo, the two guys thinking that this random girl, this slut, was showing them a nude of her. Rage burned within me, and I stalked up to join them.

"You think that's good? Take a look at this." I dove a hand into my pocket and pulled out the photo of Sam's sister. I slammed it on the table. "How hot is my sister?"

From the second I saw the combination of panic and loathing on my own face I knew I had been stupid - but what could I do? I had to teach him a lesson, didn't I? The two audience members to our secret feud goggled at the photo, before looking at me in a mix of awe and disgust. I felt a rush of victory. Sam glared at me, fixed. I met his gaze with a cold stare and, seeing that he was incapable of a come-back, stalked out of the room to my first lesson.

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I was fuming. Who did she think she was? A small part of my brain knew that I had started it, and had been a dick, but she had crossed a line. My sister would hear of it for sure, and I would slowly die of embarrassment. I had to get back at her, I knew I had to make her pay - and I had control of her body, I could do what I wanted. I could commit a crime, get her arrested!

No, that wasn't good enough. I wanted her embarrassed, like she made me. Completely embarrassed. That same small part of my brain told me not to let things escalate, but I was blind to any of that. She was a stupid slut and had to be punished. Yeah, she was a slut. And I would show the whole school.

I didn't bother checking what class I was supposed to be in. I stormed up the stairs, but slowed down after nearly tripping. I walked round the school over to the science rooms.

A few months ago, one of our teachers, Mr Edmunds, had been involved in a serious case about teaching sex-ed "inappropriately". Everyone knew he was dodgy, and he'd been made to sit through a very serious tribunal, but in the end he had got away with a warning. His classroom was half-way down the corridor. I approached it, and got out Arifa's phone. I went onto her camera and selected video. I started the record, held it hidden behind my back and knocked on the door, praying he didn't have a class for the morning.

He opened it a crack, and then fully when he saw who it was. Apparently he had taught Arifa before, because he seemed to recognise her. He was almost fifty, but looking very good on it. He had salt-and-pepper hair, short, and loosely shaved stubble. He wasn't buff but he was strong and square-shouldered. I gave him a smile that I imagined to look flirtatious. "Hi, sir," I purred. My voice was shockingly sexy, and I was loving it.

"What can I do for you, Arifa?"

I wandered past him into the classroom. I lent back against a desk cluttered with stuff, and slipped Arifa's phone onto the surface. "Oh well, I've got a free-period..." I left the sentence hanging. Meanwhile I carefully nudged the camera around so that it was pointing at the direction I felt would capture the most of the classroom.

"Need to ask me some questions?"

I had imagined a porn-like scenario playing out in my head, maybe sucking for good grades, but I just thought, fuck it. I walked up to him and rested my hand on his crotch.

I would never identify with being gay, and maybe not even bi, but I had often been curious. Never enough to try it with a guy, barring a kiss at a club, but now was my chance. I was surprised at how nice his hardening dick felt in my hand, and how aroused it made me.

I pushed him backwards so that he was sitting on a chair, his profile splayed out directly in front of the camera. Looking deep into his shocked face, I slowly undid the button and flies on his jeans. He gave a short gasp as they peeled back to reveal a bulge in his boxers. I tackled with this next button, only allowing myself to break eye contact and look down once his dick was out.

I felt a surge of several emotions at once. A rush of confidence, and even arrogance, as I realised that my dick was (used to be?) a good three inches longer than his. A rush of fear as I realised I was touching my first dick, aside from my own - and it was a teacher's. A rush of guilt for Arifa, which was soon repressed and replaced my my overriding emotion - a rush of excitement. I grabbed the short, hard dick and began to slowly rub up and down for the camera.

Mr Edmunds gave a half moan, half squeal of pleasure. I looked back at him and sighed, "Oh Mr Edmunds." This was too much for him, and he let out another, louder moan. I watched my wrist intently, trying to get a flowing wrist movement going.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of where I knew the camera was pointing. Gazing up into Mr Edmund's eyes, I slowly lowered my head down towards his dick, my heart pounding. My lips touched the pulsing head of his dick and I gave a gentle kiss, feeling Arifa's soft lips run perfectly across it. Mr Edmunds gave a quiet whimper, so I kissed it again, this time opening my mouth more. For the third kiss I used my tongue to softly flick the very tip of his dick, and he shivered with pleasure.

"Are you ready, sir?" I tried to put on my best porn-star voice - I expected it to sound dumb but somehow Arifa's voice just seemed to melt into it. My own voice sent shivers down my spine, accompanied by another thrill when I thought how good that would have sounded for the camera.

Mr Edmunds gave a stammered "yes," but I had already plunged my face forwards. His dick was small but somehow it still seemed to fill my mouth up. I wrapped my lips over the base of his shaft and gave a gentle suck. I wasn't sure that you were actually meant to suck, but his twitch and squeal of pleasure was enough to convince me that it had been a good idea. I drew my head back, tracing pleasure lines with my tongue across his veins. I pushed forwards again, and began to get into a rhythm. With each push of my lips Mr Edmunds let out a short, strangled gasp of pleasure.

While my mouth was busy, my hands tugged down and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. My hands then drifted back up, running along the insides of his legs until they had reached his boxers. His dick was through the hole in the boxers so I couldn't pull them down, but they were quite baggy so I reached a hand into his leg hole. My fingers found his balls and I wrapped my hand around them. I began to gently squeeze them in time with each downwards thrust of my head. Mr Edmunds' dick began to twitch in my mouth, and I knew he was nearly there.

I was wondering whether I should swallow, but then decided that it wouldn't look good for the camera - although for some reason I desperately wanted to taste his cum. Instead, I pulled down the neck of my top, exposing Arifa's amazing tits. I pulled my mouth off his dick and began to pump again with my hand. I felt it bulge, so I tilted back and aimed it at my chest.

Mr Edmunds' dick exploded. Long ropes of white cum splattered all over my tits - one was far-reaching enough to land across my chin. I kept pumping until he was done, until he lay panting and moaning in his chair. He lifted his head and looked at me, so I flashed him a grin and ran a finger across my chin, wiping up the cum. I held eye contact as I slowly put my finger in my mouth and sucked it off. It was salty, and surprisingly warm.

He collapsed back as I stood up. I grabbed a sheet of tissue (it was a science lab, after all) and wiped the cum off my tits, admiring them as I did. Mr Edmunds was still in a state of shock, so I had no need to worry about how I was going to get the camera. I walked out, swiping it and hitting the "stop record" button as I went.

My whole body was alive. I was buzzing with the excitement of it all. I decided to go find a toilet and get myself off. Maybe I'd film that, too.

Before I did, I got the video - nine minutes of sucking - and formatted it to text message. I punched in my own number, and sent it to Arifa. Picturing her reaction, my mouth spread into a wide grin, and I headed off for a bit of relief.

*****

I was going to ignore the message until I saw that it was from my own phone.

Geography. It was such a dull subject. I had no idea why Sam had picked it, but he had and so I had to sit through two hours of it. Still, the teacher was dopey, so I could easily check my phone during class.

I had a sense of dread as I opened it. What could Sam want? I slid the bar across, opening the message. It was a video, I could see that. I pressed play and started to watch.

I was confused at first, but the second I heard my voice murmur "hi, Sir", in a voice that was recognisable but somehow different, I knew what it was. I watched with growing horror as on the screen I could see my own hands pulling open Mr Edmunds' zipper and pulling out- oh God. I wanted to stop watching, but I had to know whether Sam had gone all the way. I ran the slider across the screen, zooming through the video, but I remained on my knees throughout. I guess it was a blessing.

I felt sick even before I received Sam's next text. A second message simply read, "Could get me 100 from pornhub".

I furiously tapped out a reply, asking him to meet me. I excused myself rom my lesson, without even having to pretend to be feeling sick, and ran down the stairs as fast as I could without risking falling over. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the door to the toilet we'd just been in, with a sneer stretched across his, my, face. He held up the phone and shook it in my face.

"Hey, Sam. Did you know, I'm a huge slut? I've got evidence, look!" His voice was mine, but it was twisted, mocking. He laughed at my sickened expression.

"I've filled out the necessary form. One click and it's on pornhub." I couldn't know for sure if he was telling the truth but it was certainly open on something, and anywhere that the video was sent to would fuck me up. I couldn't even bear to think about it.

"Yeah, that's right. This is only gonna last a day, this twisted voodoo shit, I can feel it. But I'm gonna keep the video. I'm gonna upload a copy. So when we switch back, you'll be mine, bitch. You'll be mine to do with as I please."

He had no way of knowing that it would only last a day, but just looking at him told me that he'd clearly gone mad. It was my face, but the eyes that stared at me were different. He had lost it. And it was hardly surprising. It's not something most people have to deal with, body swaps. I almost pitied him.

"You're gonna fuck me. You're gonna suck me. You're gonna dance for me, whenever I want. Hey I like anal, maybe we'll try that too. Whatever I want, slut. Bitch. Cunt."

The last three words stirred something inside of me, and any trace of pity was replaced by rage. Blindly, I lashed out with a half fist, and the phone went flying from his hand. He flinched backwards and let go of a tiny, involuntary whimper.

In a flash, the balance of power had suddenly changed. He had had the advantage the whole time - he had my body, and in society, especially at college, a girl's esteem is much more fragile to break than a boy's. And yet I had the physical advantage. Sam clearly worked out regularly, so he was strong and muscly. His body was a good bit taller than mine, too. Seeing my own body, cowering in the corner, made me fully realise what power I had over him.

I grabbed Sam and stuffed him into the toilet. He yelped and stumbled inwards. I grasped his frail, female body and shoved him into one of the cubicles. Bending his over the toilet, I put my lips next to his ear. "You wanna play rough?"

I had always had fantasies of being dominated. I had done light bondage with an ex-boyfriend before, but I'd always wanted to take it further. I had previously spent hours alone, touching myself to the idea of submission to a guy, and even on one or two occasions to a rape fantasy. And now I was watching it happen. I was playing out my own fantasy on myself, and what's more it came with the sweetness of revenge. My mind was wild with anger, fear and excitement as I growled those four words.

I ripped off Sam's top (it was one I had always disliked) to expose a smooth, dark body with a black, lacy bra. I had been taking bras off every day for the past seven years, so in under a second the bra was gone and his breasts had fallen out. I reached round to grab them, squeezing them hard enough to give a pang of pain on top of the sensitive pleasure that I knew would come. I lent my whole weight on him to pin him down, loving how strong I was in his body.

From an objective viewpoint, looking at Sam and thinking of it as just a form, I was hot. Gorgeous shape, perfectly shaped boobs and a butt that, from behind, perked up at me and begged to be fucked. I cringed at my own narcissism, but I couldn't deny it - I had one sexy body.

I lifted one hand off his boob and slapped his bum, hard. He gave a little squeak of pain that turned me on even more, and as my hand went back to his boobs I felt a raging erection pressing against my jeans. The feeling was weird, very different to what I was used to, but it felt so good rubbing against the inside of my trousers. I was filled with an insuppressable desire to rub it, to pleasure it, and I suddenly understood why guys were so sex-obsessed. The hormones that were raging through my body seemed to focus my entire being around my bulging dick.

Of course, this went against everything I stood for. I hated rape, I hated sexism, I hated guys who thought of nothing but fucking. And yet I was so fuelled by rage, and my the confusion of my female mind with male hormones, that it went out of the window. Still pressing down on him, I reached my right hand back down to my crotch. Sam was struggling quite a bit, and whimpering, but the small body felt so weak and fragile compared to my bigger one. I wasn't used to jeans, so it took me a few seconds to undo the flies, but they soon peeled away to expose the bulge in my underwear. I undid the button for those too, and whipped out my dick.

It felt heavy in my hand, and the feeling of skin and cloth against it further egged me on. I roughly pulled up his skirt to expose lacy black panties to match the bra. Sam whimpered again, and said something, a beg of some kind, but I wasn't listening. I took out Sam's phone, and went onto the camera. Selecting video, I pointed it at my own face and pressed record.

"This is me, Sam. I'm about to rape Arifa. This is my fuck-tape." I swivelled the camera around so that it was capturing my dick poised just behind Sam's pussy. I let go of him with my other hand so he attempted to get away, but again the sheer force of me on top of him pressed him down. With my hand I pulled the panties aside, exposing a pussy that I'd only ever seen from above. Despite everything, it was glistening wet.

My whole body was tingling with anticipation as I lined my cock up to his pussy. I lightly prodded my dick into it, before letting go, grabbing Sam's waist and ramming myself in.

It didn't go as smoothly as I expected, and I inwardly winced at the pain that I knew he must be feeling. Sam half screamed, mostly from the shock of it. I blanched, but the film that he had made or Mr Edmunds sprung into my mind, and any pity vanished. On top of that, any thoughts were driven out by the sheer pleasure. The hot, tight pussy clamped around my dick, pressurising and pleasuring it in a million different places at once. My moan was almost as loud as Sam's scream as a shock of sensitivity tore through me.

I buried myself as deep as I could go and held it there. After a few seconds I pulled out almost entirely, but straight away thrust my dick back into Sam. I began to pound him, just as hard but also picking up speed. I heard myself making involuntary grunts and moans in time to Sam's cries. My balls slapped against him with each thrust. I pushed Sam's phone back into my pocket, and used that hand to slap his bum, before reaching over again to grab one of his boobs. It felt perfect in my hand, soft and perky and so arousing. I pinched the nipple lightly, and felt a shudder go through his body.