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"Come on, babe!" my boyfriend sighed, "You gotta chill out. Whatever happened to us, it's probably reversible."

"Probably?!" I exclaimed, unable to keep my voice down from its shrill highs. The pitch made me flinch but there was little to do to control it when I was hardly remaining in control of my own emotions. "This better be more than 'probably' reversible!" 

My brain was struggling to deal with what had happened the moment I had reached climax and filled my boyfriend up. It wasn't exactly the first time we'd ever fucked - he was a horny old fuck who loved having a young stud like me around the house so it was rare an hour went by without him getting his hands on me. Never had any of those other occasions ended with us switching bodies though, which was precisely the reason I was so caught up in the moment.

Now let me explain to you why this particular body swap was so distressing to me - there's quite the age difference between myself and my boyfriend. At twenty-three and with a gorgeous face and muscular body, I could have pretty much any guy (or girl, not that they'd ever interested me) that I wanted and yet I had settled for the older dude who could spoil me with gifts and money. Jordan was thirty-five years my senior at fifty-eight and was well past his prime with a sagging beer gut and so few hairs remaining on his head that it was probably possible to count them all individually within just a few minutes.

In terms of personality, Jordan wasn't exactly the greatest either. He was a pushover really and it was fair to say that I had taken advantage of that fact quite frequently during our relationship. We had only been together a month and yet I must have already had several thousand dollars spent on maintaining my expensive lifestyle including a membership to an exclusive gym that Hollywood celebs use. My body was my prized possession and suddenly it was ripped from me and granted to my elderly partner instead.

"Is this really so bad?" Jordan asked, grinning at me as he ran his hands down his abs - in reality, my hands down my abs. My blood all but boiled and I couldn't even bring myself to raise my lips into a smile because all I saw was a gorgeous hunky body that was currently out of my control. "A bit of role reversal could be good for us, actually. Me, the young stud, and you... you, my sugar daddy."

"I- I'm not- Don't get your hopes up," I warned in a shaking voice, uncomfortable with the turn in our discussion. This was a situation that needed to be fixed as soon as possible, there wasn't any time to mess around with silly games. It didn't matter that I found myself excited and aroused at the sight of my own body laid there with all of its powerful muscles on display, we needed to stay on task...

I'm the young stud, me! I'm nobody's sugar daddy and if Jordan thinks he's keeping that body for any longer than he has to then he's mistaken. Well, that's as much as I'm hoping. I've got to convince him to fuck me to try and recreate our swap but he suddenly seems a lot more in love with his reflection than me.

I could only hope that he didn't find my Grindr account with all the flirtatious messages I've been sending guys my own age. He'd be seriously pissed off about that and perhaps even threaten to keep my body which simply can't happen. Now how am I gonna get him to stop taking selfies on my cell phone before somebody sends me a dick pic? This is going to be tougher than I thought...