Head to toe in fucking ginger! (Patreon)

I woke up naked. Head to fucking toe in ginger, from the hair on my head, arms, legs and chest right down to ginger fucking pubes! I was completely naked but there was a pair of black Nikes, socks, shorts and a t on the floor next to my bed. I wasn’t ginger yesterday. I didn’t have 100% confirmation of why I was ginger or who I was, I hadn’t seen my reflection but I was almost sure I think I recognised the tattoo on my arm but I had never been this close to who I think I am even though I suspect I am one of my closest friends. By close I mean I had never experienced his hands or arms or any of his body as my own or anyone else’s body for that matter. This was truly weird. Whom ever I was and the fact is currently ginger wasn’t too bad, I wasn’t ugly I just wasn’t me! Although I was far from Italian, my body did look a little Italian!

As I got up from my bed I was a little dazed. I was also uneasy on my feet, I seem r taller than before and my body had different weights and proportions. Heading to the mirror I confirmed I was who I thought I was, Liam, one of my closest friends and hook up from last night. Then I heard my phone beep.

It was a struggle to unlock it, normally i use Face ID and if that didn’t work, my finger would. But I had a different face and different finger prints. I remembered the password. It was a text from Liam.

“Hey Ryan, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve borrowed your body for the day. Don’t worry it’s just a loan and I will return this evening to swap us back. If I were you, which I am 😜 I wouldn’t go out today people will wonder why you look so different, I’ve already text your boss and told him your too Ill to go into work today.”

At first I was livid and I typed a whole bunch of messages based around him being a prick, a thief and demanding he returned right now. But the more I thought about it, I didn’t actually mind. It might be fun exploring a new body for the day and it’s not like he’s stolen it forever, just the day and he’s got me an excuse for a day off work. So I replied with.

“Hey, no bother. I just wish you’d of asked me first, I probably would have doubted it could be done but I would have let you try. All I want to know is, how and what time you will be back?” A reply came swiftly.

“Oh, I expected you to be mad! Sweet that your not! I’ll be back at 7pm. How, well how long have I wanted to have sex with you for? 10 fucking years. You finally said yes I couldn’t miss that opportunity. It was the thing you thought were poppers, they were laced with a body swapping drug. I’ll bring some more later.”

“You drugged me? Lol ! Okay see you at 7, enjoy your day, enjoy my body!”

I didn’t get a reply. It was fine. I spent the rest of the day exploring every inch of my temporary body, wanking, fingering my borrowed hole. Sniffing my pits. I logged onto a gay dating app and got a hook up too. Surprising how many hits I got with my ginger looks.

A while later I showered and explored some more before eating and chilling. I began wondering what he would have felt like with this ginger body being fucked by me. I bet it was one hell of a ride. It got me seriously aroused and I cummed for about the 50th time today. Hopefully I would experience the same later today.

7pm came and went, an hour later I was getting worried. 10pm and I still hadn’t heard from him. Eventually he text me back.

“Hey bro, the party went on longer than I was expecting. I’ll be there soon.

Oh finally, I was getting worried! No bother , I’m heading to bed, can we swap in the morning? Being you has been exhausting and I’m sure you want your body back fully refreshed. Just send me a picture so I know my body is still in one piece!

If your sure? Be ready at 7am we gotta swap back before 9. Ok? The pic is on the way.

Ok.

I fell to sleep.

The next morning came and I was awoken to banging on my front door and about 100 missed calls and twice that in texts. It was 8.50am. I ran to the door let my body inside, we sniffed the poppers and luckily fucked each other just in time. I had got to experience my real body fucking my temporary one and must be feeling exactly like he was last night. It got to around 9.30 and we hadn’t changed back.

I didn’t care right now I felt like I was walking on a cloud. He, still with my body was panicking. He tried to make it happen again. We took the poppers and he began fucking me once again. But as he did we both fell asleep as I was staring at my borrowed hands and arms.

A few hours later I woke up. I was still staring at my hands and arms. They were back to normal, I was me again. I still had something pounding my ass. Then he woke and checked out his arms too. He was himself again. He pulled out his dick from my butt.

No offence, I’d love to fuck you again but I don’t want to risk our bodies swapping again. He left with his own body. Leaving me reading in the events of the last 24 hours. It had been amazing, and I wanted more.

Hey, any more of them poppers?

Sure, who you wanting to swap with?

No one but you!

Really, you want more of being head to toe in fucking ginger? Somehow I kept your very first thought you had in my body. The words head to toe in fucking ginger keep repeating themselves in my head. You really did enjoy yourself didn’t you?

I sure did. I’ll be over after work.

He arrived just before 9am. So what happens if we stay swapped longer than 24 hours?

That can’t happen, it’s just a body swap. Our minds can’t swap. If we swap longer than 24 hours we may as well be dead. We can never see our friends or family again as we will look completely different and no one will believe we have swapped bodies. If we do stay in each others bodies longer than 24 hours we can never go back to our own body.

Would that be such a bad thing, we can start new lives together as a couple.

Maybe. Let’s just swap a few times before we decide, I’m worried when you’ve had my body a few times that you won’t like being head to toe in fucking ginger will be your thing.

Yeah okay, a few more trials.

For the next few weeks we swapped most days and I absolutely loved being him and being head to toe in fucking ginger. We even met our families as each other and introduced each other as our lovers. Our families didn’t seem to accept that, so it seemed if we did this, then we would need to disappear. I began planning a new life in Australia for us both and after about three months, he finally agreed to,let us stay swapped.

Things have never been better,