Curtis wakes up, feeling groggy from his sleep. He reached for his alarm clock, only to find it out of reach. Confused, he opens his eyes to find an arm that doesn’t belong to him reaching for his alarm clock. Instead of seeing his tattoo that spirals around his slightly muscular arm, this arm was shorter, feminine, and had long red nails. He shot up in bed, looking over the rest of him in alarm.
He was definitely not a man. He could see small breasts on his chest, and a feminine figure below it. Long, red hair fell down around his face. He reached his hand between his legs and sure enough, instead of finding his dick, he found a vagina. He bolted up to look in the mirror, only to find he didn’t recognize the person he now was. She looked maybe 20, definitely young. She was slight and short, no taller than 5’. He noticed a tattoo on the back of her left hand, which had his name: ‘Curtis Kline’.
Behind him, he heard the bedroom door open. “Hey honey, breakfast is ready.” a voice said, one he recognized. Curtis turned around and saw exactly what he expected to see: a face with a rugged full beard and piercing blue eyes. It was his face. He could see the back of his body’s left hand and it also had a tattoo on it. The tattoo read: ‘Jessica Sawyer’, his girlfriends’ name. “H-hey babe… what’s going on?”
Jessica, in Curtis’s body, approached Curtis. Jessica stood 6’2” tall, with some muscle on her build, but was not overly muscular. The tattoo of a snake curled down her right arm. She only wore a pair of boxers which did not hide her 10” erection. “Don’t you remember? You traded bodies with the bartender last night. Cute young thing too.” She placed her larger hands on Curtis’s shoulders and bent down to kiss Curtis. Curtis himself could feel his stomach get butterflies from looking at his own body.
“O-Oh yeah…” Curtis said shyly. He traded bodies?! What does that mean?
Jessica headed back toward the door. “Go ahead and get dressed, but quickly or breakfast will get cold.
Curtis was left to get dressed, and he looked around his closet for something to wear. Fortunately, the closet seemed to have a large assortment of all kinds of clothes to wear of a bunch of different sizes. He chose a red blouse and black skirt, that if he wore glasses with would make him look like a sexy librarian. Curtis headed to the kitchen and began eating the breakfast his girlfriend had prepared. He felt uncomfortable with his girlfriend, in his body, staring at him while rubbing her dick under the table.
Eventually, Jessica spoke up. “Curtis, what’s wrong? I can tell when you’re upset…” Curtis swallowed the bite of food he had in his mouth before speaking up. “Is anything off to you…? Like, you’re not supposed to be a man?” Jessica looked confused. “I’m not a man. I’m just in a male body.” Jessica stood up and walked over to Curtis, placing her hand on his forehead, feeling for a fever. “Are you okay? How much did you drink last night?” Curtis shrugged. “Uh… a lot. I guess I’m a bit confused about everything… it should clear up in a bit. Jessica sighed. “Okay… if you promise you’re okay.” She returned to her seat. “Oh, since you’re feeling off, maybe you should cancel your trade with Mrs. Hernandez next door?”
Curtis shook his head. If this was really happening, he figured he should at least play along, try to fit in for the time being abs figure out what’s going on. “No, it’s fine. I’ll head right over after breakfast.”
After the two of them finished eating, Curtis left his house, making a stop next door for his ‘trade’ before going to work.