The Body Thief - 3 (Patreon)

With assistance from Denise we got up to the third floor, and over to apartment 212. Using her keys, I opened the door.

She had immaculate upscaled apartment with three bedrooms, white carpets, white furnishings, and stainless appliances.

“Wow,” I said. “You actually live here?”

“Yes,” Denise set down her purse and went into the kitchen. “Anyone for wine?”

“Beer for me,” I said.

“Y yo,” Sergio replied.

Denise took out a wine glass and two frosty beer mugs, then poured our drinks.

I settled onto her white leather couch and marveled at the furnishings. There were several erotic art pieces, one a black and white picture of a naked woman wearing a collar and had her hands tied behind her back. Another featured a rather large black man smearing cum over the lips of a blindfolded woman who knelt at his feet.

A statue over the electronic fireplace had a man penetrating a woman from behind while he held her long hair in her fist.

I felt my face flush and touched my hair. My nipples and new female equipment were getting warm.

“You like?” Denise said, handing me a mug of beer.

“It’s ah…interesting.” I took a sip, wanting to chug the whole mug.

“It’s arousing you, isn’t it?” Denise put Sergio’s hand on my cheek, running a thumb over my lips.

“No, stop that!” I said, but I gasped at the audacity of the action.

“You two should fuck,” Sergio said. “I’ll watch.”

Denise grinned at me, a strange light in his borrowed eyes. “I’d be down with that.”

“No!” I cleared my throat. “We need to figure out how to get our bodies back!”

Denise sighed, sitting back on the couch. “I’ve always wondered what being a man was like, and now’s our chance!”

“Once a puta, always a puta.” Sergio said. I don’t know if it was the fact that his spanish was coming from a different mouth…but he didn’t sound himself.

“So, what do we do now?” I said, taking another drink. My crotch was very warm, and my nipples were diamonds, but I did not want to give into those feelings.

“Well, we have to find you I suppose.”

“How do you think this happened?” Sergio said.

“No se,” Denise responded, drinking some wine. “Maybe it was an alien or something?”

“Es possible,” Sergio said. He put a hand to Evelyn’s head. “My head starting to hurt very bad.”

“Maybe there’s something online,” Denise said, getting up and pulling a laptop out of a drawer under the gigantic flat screen television.

I went to Denise’s purse, and pulled out her phone. “It’s a long shot, but I’m going to try to call my phone.”

“Do you think that muy bueno?” Sergio said. “You might alert him or something.”

“He has to know we’re upset, right?”

“Sergio is right, maybe we should learn more about body swapping first.”

Denise turned on the Macintosh, and I heard the Apple chime. She frowned staring at the screen.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“I can’t…what was my password?”

“You can’t remember it?”

She typed something quickly but shook her head. “Oh, this is silly. I get on this every day!”

I got up and looked at the screen. “Something about a dog…”

“Yes, my first dog’s name was Margarita…”

She frowned again.

“Daisy,” I said. “Daisy022702”

“Why did I think my first dog’s name was Margarita?”

“Apparently, we’re still shifting,” I said. “I knew your phone password too!”

“Daisy in espanol is Margarita,” Sergio said.

“Oh this is bad,” Denise said as she was finally able to login.

We drank as she performed internet searches on body swapping, soul transfers, transmigration and other topics. Tons of information abounded, but nothing solid, of course. Supposedly a Tibetan monk had been able to perform it back in the year 1012 but the books related to the topic were burned and didn’t exist anymore.

After a few hours, we were all quite buzzed and had made zero progress.

“I really want to try out this cock,” Denise said after snapping the laptop shut. “If you’re not interested, Geoffrey, how about you, Sergio?”

“I didn’t think you’d ever ask, puta. Want to watch, Geofredo?”

“No, thanks, you two go ahead.”

Denise leaped up with a grin on Sergio’s face. “Let’s go!”

Sergio smiled and took her hand.

Sighing, I went into the dining room where there was a mirror on one wall. I walked up to it and put a hand on Denise’s hip staring at my new visage.

She really was lovely, with shapely curves, that long red hair still somewhat caught up in a curly updo and pouty lips. I touched my face, feeling how smooth and soft it was, then traced a line down between my breasts, over my flat tummy, and down further.

I could hear them in the other room, laughing and making love. I’d never been one to be so bold; they were apparently a match made in sexual heaven. It gave me a bit of a sick feeling in my gut; I wanted to be the one making love to Denise, but not making love as Denise. It just wasn’t fair.

Glancing at the clock, I realized my shift would have been ending soon. Even though I was only 24, I lived at home with my parents and my little sister. I’d been out all night before, but I’d need to at least let them know where I was and who I was with.

Tapping Denise’s long nailed finger on my lip, I wondered how I could communicate that. I pulled out Denise’s phone and tapped in the unlock pin.

We all had a family phone plan so Mom’s phone was two digits before mine. I tapped in the number, then waited for her to answer.

“Hello?” Mom said.

“Um, yes. Uh, Mrs Wilkins?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Um, I’m a friend of Geoffrey's. I wanted to let you know that he—“

“Oh, did you need to speak to him?”

“Wait, what? He’s there?”

“Yes, he’s here. One moment.”

He was there? In my house? With my family?

“Hello?” my voice said.

“Um, Geoffrey?” I said.

He was silent. “One moment.”

I could hear him telling my mom that he was going to talk in his room. A few moments later he came back on.

“Now we can talk. How do you like your new body, Denise.”

“Look, I don’t know why you’ve done this, but we all want our bodies back!”

“You were something of an impulse decision, but I thought it was sort of perfect, don’t you, Denise?”

The way he spoke was familiar, like I knew him from somewhere. But how was that possible?

“Look, how about I come home and you can unwind all of this? I want my body back!”

“Hmm, no, I don’t think I can do that.”

“Please?” I said, trying not to sound like I was begging. “Look, I won’t involve the others. I’ll come over, you can swap back into me, and then back into Sergio and Evelyn. It’s not fair—“

“Life isn’t fair, little dove.” He spoke in a firm tone of voice. “Now listen closely, because I will say this only once.”

“Please!”

“I’m rather enjoying this body right now. Young, healthy, good-looking…Lot’s of career prospects, a decent job, a loving family. Believe it or not, the more time you spend with me, the more I’ll learn about being you so we can get together tomorrow if you’d like, after work.”

“But I—“

“Don’t cut me off, Denise.” He said the name rather harshly. “Tomorrow after work, so that’s eleven PM. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t, but—“

“We spend time tomorrow, and maybe the next night. I live your life for a week. At the end of the week, if you still want to swap back, I’ll do it.”

“I do want to swap back!”

“You say that now, Denise, but I know you’ve been obsessing over that body for awhile now. So now you get to feel what it’s like, eh? Just a week, little dove, and then we’ll get everyone back to normal.”

“Do you promise?”

“You don’t have any choice, Denise. If you do anything stupid like call the authorities, or show up here unannounced, or try to make contact with you family again the deal is off, capisce?”

“Alright.”

“Same goes for the other two. Sadly, Miss Evelyn had a heart attack shortly after my swap into her body, so there’s no Evelyn to return, but I’ll take her body and move along. Does that sound like a plan, Denise?”

“Yes.”

“Very well. Now, I’m tired from the swaps, they always take it out of me, so I’m going to sleep. Remember what I said, NO CONTACT, until tomorrow night. Got it?”

“Yes, got it.”

“Good.”

“I’ll tell the other two as well.”

“You do that. Oh, and don’t go fucking anyone. If you do, it will seal you into the body forever.”

I set the phone down and ran down the hallway