Chad stretched his arms and legs.
"Man, I feel strong. How ya feeling, Chad?" Chad said patting his crotch. "Heh, heh, you thought you wouldn't
end up being my underwear, didn't ya? Guess, I out thought you. The body swap spell I used requires the swapper
to consent. By doing your own protection spell, that counts as consent as far as magic goes. Oh, man I guess I
you must feel weird with your new body wrapped around your old cock and balls and butt." He grabbed his nut and
goosed his ass.
Chad's mind was reeling. He'd been punked. No worse than punked. At least it was his own crotch and ass, he
told himself. Everything got dark fast as the new Chad got dressed. Having a brain made out of spandex and
cotton was pretty limiting. Chad had trouble thinking of the body inside him as anything but Chad, and his
existence was now simply an extension of the man wearing him. Something nagged at his now limited mind.
Something important he had read. There might be a way, if only he could remember. He had a slight case of ADD
before, now it seemed to be all he had. He kept focusing on the tastes, scents, texture and shapes of the man
flesh inside him.