No Hard Feelings (Patreon)

I'm not a good person. I know that now. A month ago I would have happily walked over people to better my standing - in fact I did several times and look where I've ended up: trapped in a lesser man's body while somebody else reaped the benefit of my success. 

I had no education or skills going for me; all I had to rely on were my looks so they were precisely what I used to get the kind of life I wanted. I manipulated and used people - men and women - in order to get memberships at exclusive gym clubs and expensive designer clothes that would allow me to dress to impress at any given moment. I was living a charmed life and all I had to do was lie and cheat my way through. It was easy and I didn't ever think twice about what I was doing. Unfortunately for me it was that arrogance that would eventually lead to my downfall.

When I found out that one of the guys at my gym had mountains stored in his bank account it suddenly no longer mattered to me that he was carrying a little extra weight around the waist, nor that he was losing his hair or even that he was married. That last one actually made him all that more of an enticing target, to tell the truth. With my gorgeous looks and perfect body it didn't take much to get the guy's attention and convince him to forget about the ring on his finger. Before long we had begun to fool around in the gym's saunas and I eventually let him pump his load into me after promising that he would come back for more.

Over the next few months I lured him deeper and deeper into my spider's web of manipulation until I was finally ready to push him into action. It didn't take much to convince him to leave his husband - the other was short, skinny and altogether unimpressive in comparison - and promise himself to me. The gifts began then as he started putting his millions to good use, treating me to romantic getaways and expensive watches. I accepted every gift with a smile and a kiss, delighted that once again I was getting my way.

My luck would run out just a few short weeks later. The moment I spied my future husband's ex-spouse entering the gym I made a beeline for him, relishing the thought of humiliating the scrawny wannabe even further. "Hey there little guy, there's no hard feelings, right?" I asked in a smug tone, holding out my hand in an overly polite gesture. He stared at it for a moment, and then up at me, before smiling. There was a glint in his eye, one that sent a shiver down my spine, and suddenly his hand was clasping mine and I felt a sucking sensation against every fibre of my being.

The next thing I knew I was stood across from myself, bony hand stinging from the sensation of being gripped by a stronger man. Even as the dust settled and my mind attempted to rationalise the fact that I had just switched bodies with another man, the other pulled away and allowed a small gemstone to drop to the floor beneath us. I barely had time to consider that it had been the reason for our swap before his boot came down heavily on it, crushing it - and any possibility of a reverse switch - to pieces. I glanced back up and was met by my own smug expression. "No hard feelings."

Seeing him live my perfect life in the weeks since then has been like torture. He swaggers around the gym, all but throwing himself onto his former (and soon to be future) husband for everyone to see. Sometimes I even see them fucking in the showers or the sauna when they think nobody's watching. He's not afraid to embarrass himself by publicly regaling stories of their sex life, or wear the skimpiest of clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination. Every time we lock eyes he smirks, knowing that he's taken everything from me. With each miserable passing day I was beginning to accept that maybe this was all just karma at play and boy had I built up a lot of bad karma...