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I'll never get used to waking up in a brand new body every single day of my life. Most of the time it's pretty enjoyable - the first time I woke up in the body of a celebrity (Chris Pratt, if you must know) and that time I woke up as a college cheerleader with big tits come to mind in particular - but some days I'm completely out of it because I've jumped into a junkie or some overweight unemployed loser without any drive to get off the sofa.

Sometimes I'm unlucky enough to get several bad bodies in a row. In fact, that's been my life pretty much since the turn of the year. Nineteen bad bodies in a row, whether they're overweight or malnourished or just unsuitable for me. Here we finally are on the 20th and I'm in a body that's practically godly compared to everything else that's come recently! Nice defined muscles, a handsome face and a pretty decent package? Yeah, I can see myself having a good day in this.

I've just got to hope that tomorrow's another good day too. I really don't want to go back to hiding away from the mirrors because I've been unfortunate to wake up in the body of some orge. I thought agreeing to become a body hopper would be all fun and games - I just had no idea what I was really in for!

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