You are a 14 year old boy named Brandon.
You wake up, at 7:15 sharp as you do every morning, to watch Mrs. Robins do her daily jog. She lived a couple houses down from you, and she was sexy. Every morning, she would jog, and you would watch. Her bteasts bouncing as she ran. She had great curves. Your mom tells you to get ready, and you do, having to leave the window.
You're biking home one day from school, and you notice something, there's a new store in town. You haven't seen any advertisements, it's just there. You're puzzled, and you decide to take a look.
You walk inside the store and see an old man putting some trinkets on a shelf. You start to ask what the store sells. And then he cuts you off, and says: "Why Brendon, this is a store that sells magic items. I create them myself." You ponder how he knew that, then realized that he's probably a wizard. You ask what he has, and he makes his way over to a table. The store is relatively small, and there's a small drawer he pulls out of his table. The old man points to it and says: "These are about all you can afford." You ask what each item is, (the following are references to other CYOC chapters, go check them out.)"Well, I have this ring that makes people older, the one that makes people younger is too expensive. I also have this remote that allows you to take body parts off and switch it with other animal or people parts, I also blah blah blah blah, and finally, have this ring that allows you to swap bodies. That's all you have enough for. If you get more money, maybe I can make something just for you, but it'd be lots of money." That body swap ring interests you, what it'd be like to walk around as someone else. "This stuff works... Right?" "Of course it does!" The wizard scolds. You fish money out of your pocket, and put it in the table. You ask if it's enough. He looks at it and says: "I'm feeling generous today. Yes, it is." He knew what you wanted, and you buy it. He warns you: "Be wise with that ring. Don't cause trouble." You assure him you won't.
The next day, you wake up at 7:15 like usual. You get to watch Mrs. Robin jog. You wish you were her. She has such a great body. Her great breasts, her ass that waggles back and forth in her restraining shorts. But then you begin to feel dizzy. All of a sudden, you feel sweat dripping down your chest and back, and see bouncing breasts. You stop to take a look at yourself. You're Mrs. Robin. You look up to your window and see yourself collapsed by the windowsill.