My life had become so strange. I would sleep for hours on end and wake up around dinnertime. Every time I woke up, I figured it was just a ridiculous bad dream. Then I would see my chubby furry body, my snout, my weird clawed paws, and then I remembered I was permanently trapped in this female raccoon body. I was trying to get used to being quiet, but most evenings I would inadvertently bark and growl in horror at what I'd become. It was like waking up in a weird Halloween costume, except I was 70cm tall and I could never take it off. Not for the rest of my life.
I crawled over to Lucas's room. I hadn't interacted with him much, as he would only make fun of me. This last day or so my body felt even more uncomfortable and strange than usual. Lucas was 20, he was handsome and cool. Even as a human boy I had been jealous of him, but in my new body the feeling went even further. He was basically a god compared to me. I felt like he could make me feel better, somehow.
"Hey, 'Mom'!" he chuckled as I struggled to crawl into his bed. "What's it like being a raccoon?"
I managed not to hiss or growl in response to his teasing. I tried to look into his eyes sincerely, to communicate the desperate sadness I was feeling. I took my gross raccoon paw and touched my own face, my tummy, my tail. I wanted him to understand the real humiliation and desperation I was living with. I was trapped in this body! Forever! A humiliating, irreversible prison sentence! Why couldn't he understand that?
Suddenly David burst in—my former Mom. He was now a teenage boy, the opposite of my prison sentence. Testosterone, the thrill of getting taller and more muscular with each passing week. Before the swap I had no appreciation for how lucky I was to live in that body. Mom will appreciate it, no doubt. Maybe this was karma for me taking that body for granted.
"Hey, Lucas!" he said. With my voice. I, on the other hand, would never be able to use my voice again. Just growling and barking nonsense for the rest of my short life.
"Hey, David. My little brother!" he said excitedly. He stood up. Both boys towered over my little body.
"Okay, being a boy is amazing. I feel so excited, strong, so cool."
"You've got it, bro!" said Lucas, grinning. "Hey, this is weird, but we're both boys now, right?
The new David looked over at me, a pitiful little trash creature, and then to his older brother. "Yeah, that's right. We're both boys! Why do you ask?"
"I just think..." Lucas pondered for a moment and then looked over to me. "I just think it'll be fun to do some boy things together." He looked at his brother, who was wearing a cool sweatshirt and nicely fitted jeans.
David had a soft masculine bulge between his legs. "Being a boy is absolutely amazing," he said in his teenage boy voice. "We should do boy things together!" He grinned at Lucas. Then he looked at me. A naked little furry rat with a tail and a vagina. Suddenly I felt more conscious of my body than ever before. I saw the two handsome young men in front of me. They were men, something I could never be again.