Waking up in my new body (Patreon)

Waking up on the couch, I felt a strange dizziness, as if I was floating on the edge of reality and a dream. My gaze was foggy, but the sight that greeted me was even foggier. My legs, long, slender, and seemingly glowing under the dim apartment lights, stretched out before me. I ran my hand along my thighs, the texture foreign, yet inviting. Confusion swept over me, but it was swept away just as quickly by curiosity as desire emanated from between my legs. For the first time in years, I felt horny. I felt hot.

I felt alive.

With a long, unceremonious yawn, I sat up and noticed my chest was fuller and rounder. A peculiar feeling swelled in my core while my legs trembled. At first, I stumbled to stand, taking my time to balance while my chest jiggled. “I feel so fit and tight,” I whispered to myself with a sweet voice. I also noticed that the apartment was alien, filled with pictures and knick-knacks that were unfamiliar. I couldn’t remember what brought me here or what I had been doing before I found myself on the couch.

Curiosity led me into a washroom with a messy array of skin care items scattered across a marble counter. But the mirror over the sink presented me with the most bizarre sight. A young face, soft, with shining eyes and vibrant skin looked back at me. I reached out, and my reflection mirrored my movements perfectly. My mind spun as I tried to reconcile the reflection until I remembered.

That's when it hit me.

A stray memory came floating back. I'd been reading, late into the night, about ancient lore and forgotten magic. There was a spell, an incantation that was supposed to grant a second chance at life. In my old age, I was just desperate and curious enough to try it. I could remember my wrinkled hands gripping the parchment, my fading eyes scanning the arcane symbols, my trembling voice speaking out the words. Then, a rush of wind, a feeling of soaring through walls and realities. I had dismissed it as an imaginative dream before I drifted off to sleep. But it was more than that. It was real.

A slow smile spread across my face. I was an elderly woman longing for youth, and with the spell, I had achieved the impossible. My spirit was in a young body, in a life full of potential. And this hot little body had a name - Vanessa. The smile stretched wider. Vanessa's life spread out before me like an open book as I rifled through her purse. Photographs, letters, ID cards — each piece gave me an insight into the life I had now seemingly inhabited. She was a college student, majoring in art history. She worked part-time at a bookstore. There were pictures of her with a group of friends on her phone huddled together.

Days turned into weeks as I learned everything about Vanessa. Social media helped too. I discovered her tastes in food and music, her fears, and her dreams. Every detail felt precious, cherished. It was a life full of vigor, a stark contrast from my own. The urge to stay, to experience life in this young body, was compelling. And the fact that I had so much information at my fingertips meant that taking over this new life was going to be super easy.