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My little brother wants to know what it’s like being older, he wants to experience life inside of my fathers body as well as our next door jock neighbor. I was wondering if you could help him out with that?
Be careful what you ask for! Your brother has a reputation for being an irresponsible troublemaker. Who knows what he'd get up to if he had those bodies at his disposal...
"Holy crap!" your brother shouts, seeing his body in the mirror. His jaw hangs open as he runs his fingers through unfamiliarly thick hair, "I'm him...I'm the hot neighbor!"
For as long as you can remember, your younger sibling has lusted after the guy next door. Charlie would spend most of his time peaking out of the window and into Diego's garage, giving him a front row seat to every one of the hot neighbor's workouts.
You always called Charlie a creep for staring at the neighbor, but you secretly understood why he did it. Diego was built like a god. His body was so lean that every vein was visible even from across the street! And now that body is standing in your brother's bedroom, eyes wide with so much disbelief it was comical.
"I'm Diego," Diego gasps softly, a tear of joy coming to his eye, "I don't know how. I was just thinking about him and then..."
"Charlie?"
Diego's head darts away from the mirror and stares at you with glee, "Yeah, it's me idiot! You think Diego would ever be shirtless in our house?"
Your brother turns his gaze back to his new body, licking his lips as he examines the thick round pecs hanging off his new chest. You watch as Charlie raises Diego's heavy arm and gives his muscle-tits a few squeezes. The real Diego would never grope his own body like that. In fact, the real Diego would probably kill Charlie for doing that with his body.
"I think you should give our hot neighbor some appreciation," Charlie purrs, flexing Diego's arms overhead, "I know you like his body just as much as I do big bro."
Your brother is right. Charlie might pull out the binoculars to watch the hot neighbor lift, but you aren't much better. Just last night you were wanking off to the memory of Diego giving you a casual wave as you got home.
"Charlie, this is insane," you try to stay calm, "We need to figure out what's going on."
"What's going on?" your brother uses Diego's sharp voice against you, "What's going on is I have the neighbor's hot body now, and you aren't appreciating it!"
"Please..." you ask your little brother to calm down, but it doesn't do any good. He's only getting more and more assertive with his new body, and it's messing with your head. You have to remind yourself that this is actually your dork of a younger brother and not the incredibly intimidating boy next door.
"Shut up," Charlie snaps, giving you a shove that throws you against the wall.
"Charlie!" you groan, "Don't push me ar-"
"Call me Diego."
Your younger brother swaggers over and sneers down at you. In Diego's body, you have to look up to meet his face, and he seems fed up. Already, he's got a muscled arm pinned against the wall over your shoulder, and already, you feel trapped under him.
"Char-"
"DIEGO!" he barks, slamming his other arm against the wall.
"Diego," your voice shakes, "Aren't you even just a little bit worried about the real Diego?"
"Oh, kiss my ass!" he snorts, "I just liked his body, and now it's right here for me to enjoy."
"But..."
"I told you to kiss my ass, big bro," Diego's intense glare tells you he's not joking.
Your legs feel weak. Somehow your little brother has gone from a loveable rascal to domineering bully! All it took was giving him Diego's shredded body and he's bossing you around like you're his bitch.
He doesn't wait for an answer. Charlie takes Diego's strong arms and pushes you to the floor. Before you know it, he's turned around, and you are face to face with your neighbor's tight bubble butt. You don't want to just give in to your baby bro, but Diego's assertiveness is impossible to ignore. Your face is drawn to that ass, and you lose yourself as you kiss the sculpted glutes beneath the mesh shorts.
"That's more like it," Charlie smirks, "Now that I'm inside Diego, I want some ass kissing from you everyday."
You don't respond. Your lost in the pleasure of the hot neighbor's body, his ass pinning your head against the wall. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad life, after all...
A sudden vibration jolts you out of it. The walls shake as the door to the garage is raised with a buzzing motor. Dad is home!
"Shit," Charlie says with Diego's mouth.
"I'm telling dad what's going on!" you cry, rising to your feet.
"What! No, I was just kidding about the ass stuff," Charlie panics, "Dad won't understand!"
"I don't care!" you shout and stomp out of the room. Your ego is slightly bruised by how quickly you folded for Charlie. It doesn't matter that he's wearing the bulky neighbor like a costume. He's your younger brother, and you just kissed his ass, literally!
Maybe your father can make sense of all this Freak Friday nonsense! He always has a calm decisive answer to everything.
"Hehe, beat you to him, bro!"
Your jaw drops when you see your father in the living room. The man just got home, but he's already waiting for you with his shirt ripped off. His entire beer gut is hanging out in the open, and he's shaking his torso around like he's trying to show it off.
You can't help but recoil from the sight. Your father hates taking his shirt off. The man wears shirts in the pool to keep people from seeing him like this! Yet, now here he is, without a self-conscious bone in his body.
"Dad, what are you-"
"Ooh I like it when you call me dad," his voice lowers, like he's trying to be playful.
"Wait, Charlie?" you gasp.
Your father throws his hands on his hips and smiles at you. He's the kind of guy who's only ever smiled when you scored in a sport or won a game. You can't help but feel like you've earned his approval when you see that grin. It really sucks that this isn't actually your dad.
"How did you even..?"
"I don't know, bro! I just really didn't want you to tell dad, and then I blinked, and then I was here: inside him!"
"Well get out!" you say firmly. Charlie wearing the neighbor's body was one thing, but this doesn't feel right. He shouldn't be playing around with your father like this.
"What, no!" he snorts, "Dad's even more fun to be. I feel so fat and hairy!"
"Dad's not that fat or hairy," you retort sternly.
"Oh come on," your father's voice purrs, "Look at the flab on this guy!" Charlie grabs the bloated stomach with Dad's arms and gives it a playful shake. Your real dad would be mortified if he saw how his body was acting!
"Charlie, don't do that to him."
"Shut up! I feel so big and manly in his body," he explains, "And he's still sore and sweaty from work too!"
You watch in disgust as your father raises his arm and takes a long whiff from his armpit. The real man would normally jump in the shower the second he got back from his day at the construction yard, but Charlie obviously enjoyed Dad's smell of hard work.
"I think I've had a long day of work, son," Charlie suddenly announces, lowering his voice in a cheap attempt at dad's typical monotone, "Grab your old man a beer."
"No," you pout, rolling your eyes.
"No?"
Suddenly your father pounces on you, locking you into a tight headlock with his meaty arms. You try to slip out. His bare skin is slick with sweat, but your little brother holds you there with an unyielding grip, laughing with dad's deep voice.
An hour later and you're washing dad's truck. Charlie released you from the headlock, but only after he'd told you how excited he was to manhandle you again. Apparently, he couldn't wait to use dad's body to keep you in your place.
You grabbed him his beer and massaged his shoulders like he told you, but you didn't do it happily. Your own father was now bullying you around because your stupid little brother somehow managed to hop in his body. He wants you to go upstairs and clean his bedroom next. It's getting late, but you don't want to make Charlie angry, especially now that he's put a few beers in dad's belly. Who knows what your power-drunk little brother will do when he's inebriated!
You just have to accept it. Charlie has your dad's body and you have to do what he says. This is your life now...
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A New Perspective: Part I
The sun had just set over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the rolling hills of the family farm in Texas. Douglas, a sturdy man in his early fifties, stood outside the old barn, gazing out at the fields with a mixture of pride and weariness. He was a homespun man, with a short beard that highlighted the strength of his jawline. His broad shoulders were testament to a lifetime of hard work, both as a fire protection specialist and as a farmer.
Joseph, on the other hand, was a young man in his late twenties, with an athletic build and lean muscles that were honed from years of working out and modeling. He was dressed impeccably in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his brown hair styled to perfection. His stubble, however, betrayed the fact that he hadn't shaved in a few days. Joseph was an adventurer, always eager to explore the world and experience new things. He was bisexual, something he had confessed to his father years ago, which had only served to further strain their already tenuous relationship.
As Joseph stepped out of the car and approached his father, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. They had barely spoken in over a year, and now they were meeting under such tense circumstances. Douglas's disapproval of Joseph's lifestyle choice, coupled with his father's insistence that he abandon his modeling career and join the family business, had only served to drive them further apart.
Douglas, on the other hand, was filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. He loved his son dearly, but he couldn't help but feel that Joseph was wasting his life chasing after meaningless fame and fortune. He wanted Joseph to embrace their family's blue-collar roots and work alongside him at the fire protection business and on the farm.
"Hello, Joseph," Douglas said, his tone formal and distant. "It's good to see you again."
"Likewise, Dad," Joseph replied, his voice equally guarded. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt as he looked at his father. The last time they had seen each other, they had argued heatedly about Joseph's life choices. He wished things could be different, but it seemed like their relationship was beyond repair.
The two men stood in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say. The tension was palpable. Douglas cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "Well, I should get started on dinner," he said finally. "Why don't you come inside and help me?"
Joseph hesitated, uncertain whether his father meant it as an invitation to mend fences or just a request for assistance. After a moment's consideration, he decided to accept the offer. "Sure," he said, following his father into the house. The kitchen was warm and welcoming, with a large wooden table and cozy decorations that spoke of years of family gatherings.
As they worked side by side, chopping vegetables and seasoning meat, the silence between them seemed less oppressive. Douglas glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way he moved with confidence and ease. It was hard for Douglas to believe that this was the same boy who had once been so uncertain of himself. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride, despite the tension that still lingered between them.
Meanwhile, Joseph found himself thinking about the years they had spent apart. He remembered the days when they would work together on the farm, laughing and sharing stories. He wondered if they could ever find a way back to that place of mutual understanding and respect.
As they ate their dinner, they continued to engage in small talk, discussing the latest sports news and local politics. It was a far cry from their previous arguments about Joseph's career choices, and Douglas found himself enjoying the easy banter between them. He couldn't help but notice how well his son looked, dressed in his crisp white shirt and jeans. There was a confidence about him that hadn't been there before.
Joseph, too, was relieved to be able to talk about something other than the elephant in the room. He had missed his father's company and the sense of belonging that came with being part of this family. He knew that they had differences, but he hoped that they could find some common ground.
As the evening wore on, however, their conversation began to take a familiar turn. Douglas started to question Joseph's choices once again, and Joseph found himself growing defensive. Before they knew it, they were once again arguing heatedly. "You never understood me, Dad," Joseph exclaimed, his voice rising. "You just want me to be this version of yourself, but I'm not you!"
Douglas's face flushed with anger. "Of course I understand you, Joseph! I just want you to have a stable future, one that doesn't involve chasing after fleeting fame and fortune!" he retorted. "You could be doing so much more with your life than strutting around in front of cameras!"
Joseph felt a stab of pain as his father spoke. He knew that Douglas meant well, but he couldn't help feeling like he was being suffocated by his father's expectations. "You don't get it, Dad," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not you. I don't want your life. I want my own."
Douglas looked away, unable to meet his son's eyes. He knew that he had been harsh, but he couldn't help feeling a desperate need to protect Joseph from what he saw as a reckless path. He wished he could understand why Joseph was so determined to pursue a career in modeling, when there were so many other options available to him.
Joseph retreated to his room, feeling a familiar mix of anger, frustration, and sadness. He knew that he and his father had always been different, but he had hoped that they could find some common ground. Instead, they seemed to be further apart than ever. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of his father and their strained relationship.
Douglas, too, lay awake, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't shake the image of Joseph's face as he had argued with him. He knew that he had been harsh, but he couldn't help feeling a desperate need to protect his son from what he saw as a reckless path. He wished he could understand why Joseph was so determined to pursue a career in modeling, when there were so many other options available to him.
As the hours ticked by, Douglas found himself growing more and more restless. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to step into Joseph's shoes, even for just a day. To experience the world through his son's eyes, to understand the motivations that drove him. Perhaps then, he thought, he could find a way to bridge the gap between them.
Joseph, on the other hand, spent the remainder of the night tossing and turning in bed. He couldn't shake the image of his father's disappointment and the weight of their strained relationship. He felt as though they were speaking two different languages. Perhaps if he could understand where his father was coming from, they could find a way to reach a common ground.
After they fall asleep, a sudden thunder storm arises. Lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the room in brief flashes of blue and white. The wind howls, battering the windows and causing the house to creak and groan. In the midst of the storm, there is a strange, inexplicable feeling in the air. As if the universe itself is conspiring to bring about a change.
The next morning, Joseph awakens with a start. He feels... different. His body is heavier, his movements slower. As he sits up in bed, he realizes with a jolt that he is no longer in his own body. He is in his father's body!
Douglas, too, wakes up with a start. He feels... light, almost ethereal. His movements are quick and graceful. As he swings his legs over the side of the bed, he realizes with a gasp that he is not in his own body. He is in Joseph's body!
He rushes over to the mirror, hardly able to believe what he sees. The face that stares back at him is not his own. It is young, vibrant, and unmistakably his son's. He touches his cheek, feeling the smoothness of his skin, and then runs his fingers through his silky hair. This is a dream, he tells himself, but it feels so real.
As he steps out of his room, he sees Joseph standing in the hallway, looking equally confused. His father's body feels strange, yet familiar. He tries to speak, but no words come out. He gestures for his father to follow him, and they proceed to the kitchen.
To be continued...
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Put em through the bodyswapper 😈
the angel😇 and the devil told me to do it Ok.
(feat dimple)
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Stories I Love (Part 1)
One thing I've seen other authors from time to time is create a list of stories they really liked. Granted, usually it's limited to stories for the past year, but... historically I've been really bad about showing support to other authors in the past, so I'm not going to limit myself. Presented in a vaguely chronological order, grouped by author, here are some stories which I find to be particularly outstanding. The list is also in two pieces since Tumblr does not like long lists of hyperlinks. Here's Part 2.
Strangers on a Train by @21wanderer
Strange Halloween Head Swap by @strangemaleswaps
Warning: Bear Attacks by @onelittlespiral
Untitled 10/12/23 by @the-tfstation
Insert to Grow by @hotmentransformed
Untitled 9/18/23 by @technicallyhardwombat
Untitled 8/22/23 by @change-your-instinct
Bear Trap by @davenporttf
Through the Pain by @betweenthelinesmtf
Personal Afterlife by @unseenbenefactor
Fucked Silly by @fredwkong
Untitled 4/23/20 by @bodyswap101
To Break In New Clothing by @malebodyexhibit
Pop the Cherry by @captainmalewriter
Untitled 6/20/21 by @sdonovan91
Untitled 12/06/16 by @idesofrevolution
Interpreting Your Desires by @soul-controller
Karma by @swapery
Best Friends by @swapper
Super Soldier by @bodyswapr
Reclamation by @theoldfamiliar
Second Chance by @greyswap
Helpful Gym Buddy by @jakelandry
Untitled 2/09/15 by @piosantaibhseil
Untitled 10/30/23 by @alienpossession
By @bodyswapper :
Untitled 12/13/23
Untitled 9/30/22
Untitled 2/28/23
Untitled 12/11/22
Brains and Brawn
By @tristswipaccou :
Spat Out
A Worker's Body
By @hauntedestheart :
A Business Proposition and A Business Opportunity
Untitled 9/06/23
By @swappingbryn :
Untitled 10/29/23
Five Stars, Would Recommend
Untitled 5/10/23
By @hyphyphurray :
Untitled 5/21/19
Untitled 7/30/20
Untitled 2/15/15
By @mrwavellswaps :
Taking It For Granted
Gooey Thief
By @malebodyswap45 :
Encounter
First Day
Tradition
Handyman
Adverse Effects
Lost Memory
Initiation
By @manswaps :
The Cursed Hunk Part 1 and Part 2
Untitled 12/23/21
Be Careful of Truck Stops
Untitled 7/13/21
By @mrcavanaughtf :
Nothing Has Changed
The Roommate Bet
Each Other's Perspectives
Gamer Skills
Don't Hesitate
Betting It All
A Trip to the Gym
Paid Vacation Time
Two Year Turnaround
Just Helping You Out
By @mergeman :
The Cuffs
My New Ride
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Family Reunion – Steve’s Youthful Journey
Inspired by @bodyswapper, specifically: Family Reunion Pt. 1 and Family Reunion Pt. 2
Over the course of the next year, Uncle Steve seamlessly settled into his new life as Alex. The once nerdy, shy young man moved into his own apartment and underwent a striking physical transformation, dedicating himself to the gym. Abs and well-defined biceps now adorned his frame, while a carefully groomed beard added a touch of rugged charm.
The gym became Uncle Steve's haven, where he immersed himself in lifting and sculpting his body. Conversations with fellow gym-goers transitioned from timid small talk to enthusiastic discussions about his impressive workout routine. On various occasions, he found himself admiring his reflection in the mirror, often making playful comments about his newfound physique.
"Check out these muscles, no one's going to resist me now!" Uncle Steve exclaimed, flexing in front of the mirror. "I should've done this ages ago!"
He reveled in the attention he received at the gym, expanding his social circle and embracing the newfound confidence that came with his physical transformation. One evening at a downtown bar, wearing a revealing tank top, he caught the eye of Carlos. The two engaged in a silent dance of glances and subtle smiles, each checking the other out from across the crowded room.
When the two inevitably stumbled home together, Uncle Steve used his newfound strength to toss him onto the bed. As Uncle Steve gyrated his hips against his tight hole, Carlos shouted out “oh YES Alex, harder, harder.”
“Alex” Uncle Steve thought to himself, “I like the sound of that.”
As he pinned Carlos down to the bed and picked up the pace, Uncle Steve groaned “Fuck yeah, that’s right, say my name.”
“Oh, fuck yeah Alex! Fuck me, Alex!” Carlos screamed, as the two shot their loads simultaneously.
As the year progressed, Uncle Steve became fully invested in his new life. With a fantastic body, charm, and a loving boyfriend, he relished in the power he felt. So, when the family reunion invitation arrived in his inbox, he was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't initially intended for the switch to be permanent, but the allure of his current life was too enticing to relinquish.
Reflecting on the upcoming reunion, Uncle Steve circled the date on his calendar with a sly smile. "I think Alex will be in for quite the surprise this year," he mused.
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Before he knew it, the family reunion had arrived. It promised to be a weekend filled with laughter, camaraderie, and the peculiar swap tradition that had become a cornerstone of their family dynamics. All 50+ members were gearing up for the grand event, buzzing with anticipation.
Uncle Steve played his part to perfection. As his Aunt Margot eyed Uncle Steve with curiosity, she couldn't help but comment on the apparent change. "Wow, you’ve bulked up quite a bit since I last saw you, huh?" she said.
Uncle Steve, in Alex's body, laughed confidently. "Thanks for noticing, Aunt Margot. Been hitting the gym a lot lately. Gained a lot more confidence since last year's swap."
Later, Uncle Steve found Alex, still in his body, and jokingly inquired, "So, Alex, any chance I can keep this new and improved body of yours? It's grown on me," speaking out of earshot of the other family members.
Alex chuckled nervously. "Dream on, Uncle Steve. This body is coming back to its rightful owner after the reunion. Thanks for the muscles, by the way."
That evening, Alex swapped with his grandfather to take charge of running the event, as planned the previous year. Meanwhile, the pairs were secretly chosen, and potions were distributed. Uncle Steve, still in Alex’s body, swapped with his cousin, Jack.
After the swap, Uncle Steve shared with Jack the trick he had learned to win the contest with ease.
"Uncle Steve taught me this last year; might as well use it against him this time," Uncle Steve, now Jack, remarked.
Throughout the weekend, Uncle Steve and Jack flawless mimicked their respective bodies’ behaviors. The family was none the wiser.
As Saturday night's grand dinner came around, everyone was eager to hear who had one. The room filled with excitement as Grandpa, actually Alex, stepped onto the stage to unveil the pair was voted the winners.
Grandpa's revelation sent waves of surprise through the family. "Well, well! Looks like Uncle Steve's reign has finally come to an end," he exclaimed. “The winners are Jack and Alex!”
Uncle Steve, still posing as Jack, chuckled as he walked up to the stage. "It was about time someone else became the new repeat reigning champ. And it feels real good, folks."
The room erupted into a celebration, and the unexpected turn of events became the talk of the reunion. They cheered on Jack and their new two-time champion, “Alex.”
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Later that night, Uncle Steve and Jack swapped back, with Uncle Steve firmly back in Alex’s body. The two gathered in a private room with Alex, still in his grandfather's body. Due to the rules of the reunion, Alex had to grant whatever wishes they wanted, no exceptions.
Alex looked at the two and said “congratulations on your victory, im truly impressed. Now what would you like to wish for.”
Uncle Steve turned to Jack, gesturing for him to go first.
Jack, seizing the opportunity to enhance his physique, chimed in, "I loved the strength of being in Alex’s body and now I dreaming of having Hulk-like muscles of my own. Can we make that happen, Grandpa?"
Alex chuckled. "Muscles it is, Jack. I'll make sure you wake up feeling like a superhero tomorrow."
With Jack content and leaving the room with a cheerful wave, Uncle Steve seized the moment. As the door closed behind Jack, an unsettling calm settled in.
"Now that we're alone," Uncle Steve remarked, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Let's talk about my wish,” his eyes locking onto Alex's with an unsettling intensity. "I've grown rather fond of this body, you know. How about a more permanent arrangement?”
"What do you mean?" Alex asked, a hint of angst creeping into his voice.
Uncle Steve met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "I want to keep this body forever. And for you never to be able to tell a living soul about it ever again."
Alex looked at his uncle in horror. A sense of powerlessness washed over him as he felt the magical energy surge out of his temporary vessel and towards his old body.
In that moment, a warm sensation tingled around Uncle Steve's entire body as he became lighter and lighter. It was then followed by a quick thud back down as his muscular shoulders fell back into place, and a profound calm surged throughout his body. In that moment, he knew – he was completely and entirely Alex.
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Out of the Woods
Another hot story by @bodyswapper that seemed to have been removed recently. Once again I couldn’t help myself and remade the story, with my own twists and ending! Also, featuring the incredibly hot “Seattle Dad”, which you should definitely check out!
My best friend Chris and his family were preparing for their two-weeks getaway at the lake cabin. His parents said that I would not be able to come so Chris and I were bummed. However, a day before the trip Chris came up with an idea to get me to tag along. When Chris presented me with using an ancient body swap spell he had stumbled upon I was skeptical at first, but I eventually decided to agree. I had secretly always found his father quite handsome, so if it actually worked it would be very interesting being in his Dad's burly mature body.
The day arrived, and Chris and his father headed out to the cabin first. I was so nervous and waited for the text for Chris to let me know he was going to use the spell. I got a notification from Chris and locked myself in my room to get ready. I was waiting for something to happen and instantly a surge of energy rippled me, and my soul jolted forward.
I finally snapped to and felt my body lurch upright while taking a lot of force to lift myself up. I was now inhabiting the body of Chris's handsome father. I locked eyes with Chris through my new deeper blue eyes.
"Whoa, this is insane," Chris exclaimed, staring at me, who now occupied his father's bigger, flabbier, and hairy body. "What's it like? How does it feel being in my dad's body?"
I was trying to find my bearings, and blinked a few times before responding. "It's...different, man" I paused, noticing the gravelyness of my voice. "This body feels more experienced, like it has seen a lot in life. And the hair? Well' I can feel the breeze on the stubble" I chuckled, rubbing my thick hands across my sweaty forehead.
We took a moment to absorb the nature of their situation before cracking open a few drinks and settling into the comforts of the lake cabin. The initial shock transformed into laughter and camaraderie as I began to relax in my new frame.
Hours passed, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the simple joy of being together. Chris kept commenting that my mannerisms became more similar to his fathers, and I was feeling it as well. It just felt so damn comfortable being in his father's body and leaning into that persona.
However, our enjoyment came to an abrupt halt when Chris's Dad's phone rang. We shared a scared glance, and I was feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I picked up the phone, answering it in Chris's Dad's serious tone, and realized it was Chris's Mom, or rather my ex-wife. At that moment, I had to embody the role of Chris's father, pretending to be Chris's Dad. To my surprise, I found himself slipping into the role effortlessly, and putting on a show. I even began to feel the emotion of Chris's Dad as I talked and said I miss you to his little sisters, or my daughters. They lived with their mom, so the summer getaway was the only opportunity for us to meet, Chris had explained earlier.
I hung up the phone and had the largest smile on my face. I kept rubbing my beard, enjoying the scruffiness and coarseness of it. "I did it, man! I pulled it off! Your mom didn't suspect a thing. I never knew I had it in me."
Chris beamed back, impressed by my performance. "Who knew you were gonna be able to pull it off this well,” Chris chuckled. “It's like you've been my dad all along.” When he said that my cock grew firm, as I truly began to feel like I am his father. Now, I was getting excited for the rest of the family to come up and see how well I could keep up with the charade of being Chris's father.
I was also dying to find a time to sneak off to the bathroom to feel down my new larger flesh, but I didn't want to raise suspicion to Chris on what I was doing. I was gonna wait till we went to bed and then explore his Father's form a little more closely.
- Several Days Later -
It had been a few days since Chris used the spell to swap me into his Dad’s body. At first, it was really strange walking around in this much older, taller, and heavier body, but I quickly got the gist of it. Although I was still nervous when the rest of the family came and I had to pretend to be Chris’s father. There were some obvious fumbling and embarrassing moments at first, but by the end of the evening no one seemed to mind or took notice. It was almost like I had somehow gone a quick-course on how to truly embody his father. It certainly helped that Chris helped me out here and there, as he gave me small hints and showed me recordings of how his dad normally acted whenever we were alone.
I also noticed that every day that passed I seemed to lean more and more into the persona of Chris’s Dad. I even developed his gait, unconsciously let out his hearty chuckles, and found myself more interested in fishing. At some points even Chris seemed unable to differentiate me from his father, as evident by one morning when I sat in the kitchen drinking my morning coffee and reading the newspaper when Chris came down and started eating his breakfast completely ignoring me.
When I asked him what we were doing today, he answered me with the same snappy attitude he always gave his dad for annoying him. It took a few minutes of me staring at him amusingly before I saw the panic in his eyes as he realized what he had done. “Thank god it’s only a few more days…” He had quickly tried to recover himself, though I could tell there was some slight worry left in his voice.
It wasn’t until the first evening when everyone had gone to sleep in their separate bedrooms that I fully had a chance to explore my new self. I was so thankful that Chris’s parents had divorced a few years back and slept in separate rooms, which gave me the master bedroom all to myself.
It was strange… yet exhilarating as I stood in front of the full-body mirror and inspected the reflection of Chris’s Father.
I started exploring his weary yet handsome face, his thick beefy arms, and his hairy chest, as some quiet moans escaped my lips. I found myself running his big hands across the pelt on his chest, brushing past the bush on his cheeks, and ending my journey on the thin layer of hair on his head. The sight of Chris’s shirtless furry dad being so mesmerized by himself somehow made me incredibly hard, so I quickly unbuckled the belt and let the worn jeans slip onto the floor. I gasped out in delightful shock as the thick and massive cock bounced up and down, while a few drops of precum had already begun to leak out.
Something changed within me at that moment, something deep inside telling me this was all I ever wanted. I knew then - I was in love with this body, and the act of embodying Chris’s Father.
I didn’t sleep one second that night, as I found myself on the king-sized bed exploring, fondling, and worshiping the hairy, big body that belonged to Chris’s father. I had to sit out the hunting trip the morning after because of severe back pain, which was most likely caused by all the arching from the several orgasms I had during the night…
Every single night before sleep I would find myself standing in front of the bedroom mirror, slowly take off all my clothes, and stare excitedly at the burly dad bod. I would slowly caress the thick muscles, squeeze the fat around the stomach, and grip the hardened cock firmly. The jerking always began slow and passionately, but ended in a fierce frenzy of sweat, spit, and cum. Every single time was just as hot, different, and intoxicating. It was almost as if I was getting an addiction - of being Chris’s Dad.
One evening as I stood there in front of the mirror and breathed in a day’s worth of musk this body had produced, when a memory suddenly came to me, of a few words that Chris had said the first day I had swapped with his father: “It's like you've been my dad all along…”
Those words echoed within me, within my heart… and within my very soul. I began to imagine what my whole life would have been like if I was born in this body; the childhood I had, the friends I made, even the partners I went through. I then began to imagine what life would be like from now on if I somehow kept this body; the job I had to learn, the family I would have to love, and the wild nights I would experience. I don’t know what came over me at that point, as I leaned against the reflective surface of the mirror and gave my reflection a few kisses while staring intensely into the eyes of Chris’s naked drooling dad.
“What if I have been you all along… What if I was always meant to be you… What if being you for the rest of my life is all I ever wanted…” I murmured to myself in a low and husky voice, right before I exploded and coated the entire mirror with Chris’s Dad’s sticky semen. I quickly cleaned it up, with my tongue.
An opportunity came one day when Chris and most of the family had to go on a supply run. As soon as they were gone I made my way inside my friend’s messy room and began rummaging around. It took a few minutes before I managed to find the notebook which he had scribbled the ancient body swap spell in. It detailed a sacred ritual to be performed as well as an incantation of foreign language. I could only understand a bit of it, but from what I understood Chris’s Dad would think and act exactly as me during the swap, which relieved some of my worries over what I thought of doing next. At first I had thought of just ripping the page out and throwing it away, but that would make Chris suspicious. Instead, I took an eraser and erased three of the words off the incantation, before rewriting some similar-looking words in their stead. Chris was always impressed at how well I could copy his hand-writing. Of course, I also scribbled the correct words of the incantation down on another paper, just in case. As I left the notebook and Chris’s room in the exact state as when I came in, I was already leaking profusely in my pants.
With the two-week getaway soon coming to an end, Chris began discussing how he would swap me and his father back into our rightful bodies. He decided he would do it the night before they left, as his dad and I slept. Chris explained that the ancient body swap spell had to be performed correctly and precisely, as even the smallest error could ruin the process and cause unimaginable consequences. Such as us being stuck as bodiless spirits or me somehow being stuck as his Dad for good…
- THE Night -
It was a quarter before midnight on the night before we would leave. I had just taken a long hot shower and scrubbed my big hairy body clean from the filth of the day. Staring back at me in the bathroom mirror was the dripping wet reflection of Chris’s Father sensually running his hands through the pelt of fur on his chest. This was it, the moment of truth. I had to decide if I was really going through with this. I had no idea what would come, nor the consequences that would follow from messing with Chris’s spell. All I knew was that I wanted to stay this way; to keep this incredibly hairy and sexy body all to myself and to continue playing the role of Chris’s Father… possibly forever.
Determined, I picked up the piece of paper from the notebook a few days prior and scrunched it up into a ball. With a long deep breath I dropped it into the toilet and flushed it down. Its scribbled content and possibly my only way of returning back to my old life and body, forever gone.
Just as discussed with Chris earlier, I walked into the bedroom and laid my big heavy body down on the bed. I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep, but my mind was racing and my heart was pounding out of my hairy chest. I was anxious, scared, and excited, all at the same time, as I watched the bedroom clock strike midnight. At first nothing happened, so I gave off a breath of relief.
However, soon enough a strange sensation coursed through me. It was as if Chris’s Dad’s entire body began glowing and everything slowed down. My senses dulled, my limbs became numb, and I felt as if a big unending void opened up within me. An eerie blue-ish smoke began emerging from my hairy chest and rose up towards the roof. I simply watched on in both horror and fascination as the wispy smoke quickly shifted and transformed into the shape of my old self. As if carried away by some higher calling, the smoke phased through the roof and disappeared… leaving me laying there on the bed in complete bewilderment.
The void within me felt even larger now, as if my whole being was empty and without reason. My thoughts went to the smokey shape that had resembled my former self, but for some reason it felt bizarrely foreign, as if I no longer recognized it as my own. I tried to think of my own name, my old life, and my former body, but it all felt so distant. It was a feeling of grasping at something which no longer existed; a life and an identity no longer my own. Somehow the botched spell had drained me of my sense of self, but left my mind and consciousness still attached to Chris’s father’s burly body!
I barely had time to finish my thoughts when some red-ish smoke suddenly emerged from the roof. I immediately recognized the wispy form being in the shape of Chris’s Dad. His big hairy sleeping body with its bearded tranquil face slowly descending towards me, as if attracted to the flesh I currently inhabited. I could’ve tried to move out of the way, I could’ve resisted against it entering me… but instead I opened my arms and embraced it welcomingly. When the wisp of smoke finally entered me, yet another strange sensation washed over me. The void within me was suddenly filled and I felt warm and complete again. I felt as if I was home, as if everything was right in the world. The name of Chris’s Dad echoed within my mind repeatedly: “Hank Warrens… Hank Warrens… Hank Warrens…”. The name felt so suited for me, so comfortable, almost as if I had always been called by that name. I realized then that I had fully absorbed Chris’s father’s sense of self. His name, his identity, his whole being… now belonged to me whether I wanted it or not! No matter how you looked at it, I was truly Chris's Dad, Hank Warrens now!
The sound of rustling was heard from the master bedroom door, and as I peered over I briefly saw the shape of Chris running off. He had decided to check in on me to see if the spell had properly worked, to make sure that we had returned to our own bodies. Which meant Chris most likely witnessed the moment his dad’s smokey form reunited with its burly body, under the assumption that it was the reversal process of the body swap. As far as he would know, the spell went off without a hitch and his father was back in his rightful body. That I, Hank Warrens, was back in my rightful, big, hairy, and sexy dad body…
As soon as the sound of Chris’s footsteps in the hallway quieted down, I immediately looked down at the incredible body laid out in front of me.
The hairy chest, the thick muscles, and the girthy member, they were all mine now. To touch, to squeeze, to taste, whenever and wherever I desired. Not to mention that wonderfully musty scent that oozed from my hairy armpits from the bed underneath. All these sensations and sights felt so familiar to me now, as if they had been mine all along. “It’s really like I’ve been you all along, Hank…”
I have no idea what the future holds for me now as Chris’s father, nor how I’ll deal with the situation if I’m ever found out by others… but I’m beyond excited to be dealing with it as the incredibly hairy and thick daddy Hank Warrens.
Well, maybe not as excited as my incredibly girthy and rock-hard cock right now, which is desperately yearning for my firm touch. Let's just hope I won't be too tired for the car trip home tomorrow… otherwise I'll just have to stay another day here in the cabin with my son Chris…
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This years advent calender proved to be very expensive. Surprisingly there were a lot who purchased it even though the idea of an advent calender was for kids. This exclusive advent calendar was only available to 18+ The concept was that once you stepped through your front door each day you would enter a new body and life walking out of “their” door. The only condition was to leave a present from your “Day xx” swap. Day 25 will be a special day, Christmas Day where a few options will be revealed to you.
Day 23 and I stepped out of tobys front door after confirming I was available to swap.
I decided I wanted to be in the Army and I wanted a body with tattoos. My wish was fulfilled with Brandon. Born in 1994 as confirmed with his tattoo, one of many.
It was great exploring his body and I loved how the leaves on his neck tattoo connected with the roots on his legs. I really enjoyed being in the Army but it's certainly not a career choice for me!
What did he need for Christmas though? A pair of new boots seemed appropriate since his were trashed.
Day 24 tomorrow, possibly the last day of all the swaps and the app was already promoting for selection for Christmas Day. However, it wouldn't allow confirmation of choices yet.
It gave some instructions saying that confirmation page will be available at 8am GMT on 24/12/23.
Then it said all swaps on the 24th will happen at 8am regardless of walking through a door or not, Christmas Day swaps would happen at 10am GMT, meaning our final day would last for 26 hours. You won't need to walk through a door
Those 26 hours consisted of a new body for 1 hour. Then for every hour after that an hour in each of the bodies you have been in over the last month, the final hour will be in your original body. Tell your loved ones of your journey and decision if you wish, say good bye or don't, we at real body advent swaps are sure you will realise what your giving up and or are going to miss. If you have selected to do so with the correct package we look forward to next year. Oh and by the way there are no manipulations available for the 24th.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year bodyswappers from all at real body advent swaps and bodyswap101
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Hey babe! Now that I can jump into people's bodies, Im looking for someone you can play around with tn💙 How do u feel about this handsome guy? I found him at the mall
I feel so strong and dominant walking around in this cop! 👮 if you want I can drive his patrol car to your office and give you a police escort home? Or I could just wait 🙄 Id love using this officer's body to scare some sense into those annoying neighbors of ours...
Wow, babe!
You sure know how to turn my day around! My jerk-of-a-boss is making me stay late again! I'd love to rip the uniform off that cop as soon as I get home, but I might be here awhile.
Hmm...
Maybe this lil army boy will change your mind! I pulled him over while wearing that cop, and I literally drooled when I saw him 😜🫡 I ordered him to step out of the vehicle so I could pat him down, and he had to do it! Anyways, I left the cop somewhere on the highway. What do ya think of this new body? I definitely like wearing him...
Wow, babe, just wow! That is one stud of a soldier. I'd love to thank him for his service, but that doesn't change the fact that I've got to finish these files by Monday. Sorry.
Youre gonna work yourself to death babe! But fine 😭 I'll just have to entertain myself tonight. Wonder what that annoying neighbor of ours is up to...
Omg, babe! I just jumped into our neighbor, and he's at work🤯👷
Check out the massive gut on this man! He's such a pig! That wife of his must be a great cook when shes not nagging us about HOA violations! Should I call her as her hubbie and start some drama lol...
Definitely, do not do that!
He may be annoying, but you don't need to end his marriage, babe.
Fine, but can I at least embarrass him in front of his coworkers? This guy could use a real humility check
Do whatever you want with him, babe. I think he could be brought down a peg. Take your time, too! I've got a few more hours left at the office unfortunately.
Ugh! Lemme see if I can change that...
There 😤
I just found that boss of yours and jumped in his body! Now I order you to come up to his office and air all your frustrations with me...
Woah! I'm running!
While I'm up there we're filing some paperwork to give me a raise and more vacation days!
Oh he'll give you everything you want with a sweet little BJ to show his appreciation 🤑👅 just hurry. Your boss is on his knees waiting...
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A New Perspective: Part II
Part I (Here)
In the kitchen, Joseph sits down at the table and looks around. His father's body feels so different from his own. He reaches up and touches his cheek, feeling the roughness of his father's stubble. He glances at Douglas, who is watching him intently.
Douglas takes a deep breath and says, "Joseph?" His voice sounds strange coming out of his own mouth. Joseph looks at him, wide-eyed, as he continues, "I'm sorry. For... everything. I don't know what happened last night, but I hope this gives us both a chance to understand each other better."
Joseph nods, still looking shocked. He takes a deep breath and says, "Me too, Dad. I never thought I'd want to be you, but now... I just want to understand why you're so against my modeling. I love it, and I'm good at it. I want to make something of myself."
Douglas listens intently, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest. He's always been so focused on protecting his son, on making sure he has a stable future. But he realizes now that he hasn't been giving Joseph the freedom to choose his own path.
"I want you to know that I'm not against you, Joseph. I just want the best for you. I want you to have a normal life, to go to college, to have a family of your own. I don't want you to be defined by your looks, by the way people see you. There's more to life than just that."
After their conversation during breakfast, Douglas and Joseph decide to live out each other's lives for a while until they can find a way to swap.
The day passes quickly for Joseph as he takes over his father's role at the fire protection specialist firm. He finds that he enjoys the work more than he thought he would. The job is challenging and fulfilling, and he feels a sense of purpose helping to protect people and property from fires. His father's colleagues treat him with respect and admiration, recognizing his intelligence and work ethic.
As for Douglas, he spends the day at the family farm. He finds that his son's body is more resilient and capable than he ever imagined. He puts it to good use, finishing tasks that he had been putting off for far too long. He is able to complete these task early , leaving him with some extra time to play with the farm equipment. He climbs onto the lawn mower and takes it for a spin around the property, enjoying the rush of wind through his hair and the vibration of the engine beneath him.
After mowing the lawn, he decides to try out the dirt buggy. He drives it through the muddy fields, feeling the power of the vehicle beneath him. The sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and he can't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. As he drives, he begins to think about his life and his relationship with Joseph. He realizes that he has been too strict with him, not allowing him to explore his interests or pursue his dreams.
Meanwhile, after finishing a day's work at his father's business, Joseph decides to go to the gym. He finds that his father's body is more muscular and toned than he expected. As he works out, he realizes that his father must have been diligent in maintaining his physique. The gym is filled with men and women who seem to know his father, nodding respectfully as he passes by.
After working out, Joseph feels invigorated and more confident than ever. He decides to take a quick shower before heading home. As he stands under the hot spray of water, he can't help but notice how different he feels in his own body. His father's muscular frame seems to radiate confidence, and it's intoxicating. As he soaps up, he finds himself becoming increasingly aroused. He reaches down, taking his growing erection in hand, and begins to stroke it slowly.
He tries to fight the urge, knowing that he shouldn't be doing this, but the sensations are too overwhelming. With a shuddering breath, he lets go, allowing himself to cum.
Afterward, he feels a mixture of relief and shame. He knows that he has crossed a line, but the release was so intense, so satisfying. He quickly finishes his shower, drying off and dressing in clean clothes.
He catches his reflection in the mirror and is surprised to see how different he looks from his usual self. His father's features are strong and confident, and he carries himself with an air of authority. He takes a deep breath, feeling a new sense of self-assurance wash over him. Before leaving the gym, he takes one more picture of himself in the mirror, capturing the look of confidence and power on his father's face.
When he gets home, he finds Douglas doing pulls up using the corral panels of the farm. Seeing his own body in action is both exhilarating and disconcerting.The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the scene, making Douglas's skin glisten with sweat.
"How'd it go today?" he asks, still breathing heavily from the exercise.
Joseph takes a moment to compose himself before responding. "It was...interesting. I guess I underestimated how much work you do here. I had no idea how much it takes to keep everything running smoothly." He pauses, feeling a little guilty for not appreciating his father's efforts before. "I'm sorry for not being more understanding."
Douglas nods, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm sorry too, Joseph. I guess I've been so focused on what I thought was best for you that I didn't take the time to see things from your perspective." He looks at his son and smiles, genuinely. "I'm glad we had this talk. It's made me realize that I need to be more open-minded."
They spend the rest of the evening cooking dinner together, chatting and laughing as they prepare a meal that reflects both of their culinary preferences. As they sit down to eat, they clink their glasses in a toast. "To understanding," Douglas says with a grin. "And to learning from each other."
After dinner, they clean up together, washing dishes and putting away leftovers. Joseph feels a newfound sense of closeness with his father, one that he hadn't experienced since he was much younger. As they work side by side, they continue to chat about their day, sharing stories and experiences.
Later that night, they sit down on the couch, each with a laptop in front of them. Joseph shows Douglas how to access the files on the computer he'd been using, and they begin to dig into the research on body swapping. They spend hours poring over articles, scientific papers, and message boards, trying to find any information that could help them figure out how to reverse the process.
Despite their best efforts, they find very little concrete information. Most of the sources they come across are either anecdotal or speculative. It seems that body swapping is still a relatively new phenomenon, and not much is known about how it works or how to undo it. They mutually agree that for now it's best to just continue living each other's lives until they can find some answers.
6 Months Later :
Douglas has been living as Joseph in New York City, working as an influencer and enjoying the glamorous lifestyle that comes with it. He has traveled all over the world, attending fashion shows in Paris, partying on yachts in the Mediterranean, and even gracing the covers of magazines. The experience has been exhilarating, to say the least.
As he walks down the streets of New York, he can't help but marvel at the energy and diversity of the city. People from all walks of life bustle past him, each with their own unique stories and aspirations. He feels a newfound appreciation for the opportunities that Joseph has been afforded, as well as the hard work and dedication that it takes to succeed in this industry.
Joseph on the other hand, has adapted quite well to life on the farm. He finds himself enjoying the physical labor and the simple pleasures of living off the land. The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, and he relishes the peace and quiet that comes with being away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He's learned how to drive a tractor, tend to the animals, and even fix some of the equipment when it breaks down. The locals have taken him under their wing, treating him like one of their own, and he's made a few friends along the way.
He's also become more involved in the family business, working closely with his father to manage the finances and plan for the future. It's given him a newfound respect for his father's intelligence and business acumen. They've had many long talks about their experiences living each other's lives, and Joseph feels that they've grown closer as a result.
Seems like one fateful night has brought about significant changes in both their lives. As they continue to exchange stories and experiences, Douglas and Joseph can't help but wonder what the future holds for them. They've both grown in ways they never expected, and they're beginning to understand that there's value in embracing change and stepping out of their comfort zones.
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Steve & Robin Bodyswap AU
I'm probably never going to finish this fic because I struggle with follow-through on long fics, but I enjoy this section so I thought I'd post it. At this point, it's September 1986 and Steve and Robin have been body-swapping for about a month (they can't control when it happens). Trigger warnings for homophobia and use of the word queer as a slur.
When the dizzy feeling passed, Robin was in Steve’s body, looking into his bathroom mirror. She was almost naked, only a towel around her waist, and it looked like Steve had been halfway through his hair routine. Robin sighed and picked up Steve’s hairspray and a comb, trying to finish creating Steve’s famous hairstyle. It was harder than Steve made it look, and when she finished it looked a little off-center somehow, like it had melted a little to the side. Was his hair longer than before? Whatever. This was as good as she could get it, so Steve would have to live with it.
The phone rang as Robin returned to the bedroom.
“Hello?” Robin answered.
“Hey,” Steve said. “Do you remember where you’re going tonight?”
“No,” Robin said. “I was planning on doing my English paper and then repainting my nails. I didn’t think we’d switch so late in the day.”
Steve sighed. “Me neither. That’s why I scheduled a date.”
“A date!” Robin shrieked.
She couldn’t go on a date. With a girl. As Steve Harrington.
“Yeah,” Steve said, sounding guilty. “Listen. Her name is Jenny and you’re supposed to pick her up at seven. Her address is written on a post-it on the kitchen table.”
“Steve,” Robin said. “I can’t go on this date.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Because I’m not you! Because she wants to go on a date with Mr. Cool and not some band nerd who rambles when she’s nervous, like, I don’t know, when she’s in front of a pretty girl. I can’t go on my first date with a girl in your body! And I can’t drive! I’ll crash the car and kill us both.”
“You’re not so bad anymore,” Steve said. “At worst, you’ll get into a fender-bender.”
“And what about all the other reasons this is a terrible idea?” Robin demanded.
“Do you actually mind?” Steve asked, voice small. “Going on your first date with a girl in my body?”
She knew if she said yes, he would let her cancel. But there was something vulnerable in his voice and that made her stop and think.
Did she mind? For the past three years, Robin had been dreaming of going on a date with a girl. She’d imagined what it would be like to hold a door open for a girl, to hold hands under the table, to giggle at her jokes and maybe even get a kiss at the end of the night. And she’d imagined doing all that in her own body, with someone who was into her.
Part of her wanted that. Part of her was holding onto that dream of an ideal first date, the way some girls dreamed of a perfect first time.
But also, Robin had never gone on a date with a girl because she lived in Hawkins. She probably wouldn’t get to go on a date until after she graduated and moved away. Maybe this was her chance to go on a date with a girl. It might not fully count, but it would still be her on the date. Her and this girl. It could at least be good practice for her real first date.
“I don’t mind,” Robin said. “But Steve, I’m going to ruin this.”
“You’re not going to ruin anything,” Steve said. “Just be yourself. Or, well, maybe not yourself, cause you’re supposed to be me. But you’ll be fine!”
Robin groaned. “Steeeeve.”
“It’ll be fine!”
“You won’t be mad at me if I totally tank your date, right?”
“No,” Steve said. “You’re going on a date for me. That’s like, really nice, even if it goes wrong. No one’s ever done that for me before.”
Robin snorted. “Well I would hope not, Dingus. If you’d been bodyswapping with someone else and you hadn’t brought it up by now, I’d be pissed.”
Steve laughed. “Nah, no other bodyswappers. I still think it was the Russian drugs.”
Robin rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t the drugs!”
“It totally was!”
Robin eyed the clock on Steve’s bedside table. “I have to go if I’m going to make it to your date on time.” Especially if she drove at Robin-speed to pick the girl up.
“Okay,” Steve said. “Remember, her name is Jenny and her address is on the kitchen table. I’ll start the rough draft of your essay and then you can fix it tomorrow.”
Robin winced. Steve seemed to be enjoying school more now that he was in her body and his dyslexia didn’t get in the way, but he was still a terrible essay writer. There probably wouldn’t be much usable material in whatever he wrote, but she appreciated that he was trying to take the burden of half her schoolwork.
“Thanks,” she said. “Maybe just do an outline?”
Steve paused for a moment. When he spoke again, there was something off about his voice. “Yeah, okay.”
Robin wanted to push, but she really didn’t have time and her stomach was already starting to churn with nerves at the idea of going on a date. She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone before going to Steve’s closet. She didn’t know how to dress for a date, especially as a boy, but presumably Jenny wanted to go out with Steve, so Robin pulled out jeans and a polo. She winced as she looked in the mirror, King Steve staring back. Swoopy hair, pretentious polo, and handsome face – all looking horribly out of place with Robin in his body, shoulders slumping in uncomfortably.
Robin looked away.
She found the post-in on the kitchen and Steve’s keys on the hook by the front door before sliding nervously behind the wheel of Steve’s car. She took a deep breath and slid the key into the ignition, backing painfully slowly out of the driveway. Her nerves increased as she drove, building like a knot in her stomach. It was so odd how Steve’s body handled nervousness. In her own body, Robin would be bouncing, or pacing, or flapping her hands, anything to expel this nervous energy. When Robin was anxious, she needed to move, to babble, to get it all out.
Steve’s body held onto anxiety, using it to twist his insides tighter and tighter. His shoulders ached from the tension he held and his heart started pounding and the idea of moving didn’t feel helpful, not to the body Robin was in.
But she wanted to move, and the mixed signals just added to the confused anxiety in her body.
When she arrived at Jenny’s house, she had to knock at the door. Luckily, a girl opened it, dressed nicely and looking the right age to be Steve’s date.
This was confirmed when the girl smiled and said, “Hi, Steve.”
“Hi,” Robin said. Way to go Steve! Jenny was pretty, long blonde curls and big blue eyes. She was wearing a sundress with a square neckline that drew attention to the line of her collarbones, and a short skirt that revealed long, smooth legs, tan from the summer sun. Her hands, fiddling with the hem of her dress, were decorated by thin gold rings on each finger.
“Like what you see?”
Robin flinched before she registered Jenny’s teasing tone.
Jenny was flirting. She thought she was being eyed by Steve Harrington and she liked it, so she was teasing him for staring.
But it wasn’t Steve. It was Robin, admiring a pretty girl. Robin, who lived in fear of being caught staring and being chased out of town by an angry mob with pitchforks and crosses and Save the Children posters.
Robin managed a shaky smile for Jenny. “You look really pretty.”
Jenny looked pleased. She called a goodbye into the house and followed Robin to the car. Robin took a deep breath as she slid behind the wheel again.
“How was your day?” Jenny asked.
“Good,” Robin said. She’d gone to work this morning as Steve, then finished the afternoon at school as herself. She’d gone to band practice, where they had started a new song. But that wasn’t what Steve had done with his day. Or, well, it wouldn’t have been if they weren’t swapping bodies. Steve had graduated. “I had work.”
“What made you want to work at Family Video?” Jenny asked.
Robin couldn’t answer for a moment, focused on making a left turn. Then there was a pothole to swerve and a stop sign to navigate. By the time Robin thought of Jenny’s question again, the silence was awkward and heavy.
“Uh, movies?” Robin said. “Yeah, I, uh, like movies. Big movie fan.”
She wished she could see Jenny’s expression, but Robin had to watch the road.
“Okay,” Jenny said slowly, sounding skeptical. “What movies do you like?”
“Grease,” Robin said, naming one of Steve’s favorites. “
“Oh I love Grease!” Jenny said. “It’s so romantic, isn’t it?”
Robin hated Grease. She thought it was patriarchal and ridiculous and taught women that they should change to win the love of men who treated them badly. Sure, Sandy looked hot at the end, but it came at the cost of her personality and autonomy and self-expression. Robin hated the idea that a girl was supposed to conform to what a guy wanted of her. Why couldn’t Danny be the one to change?
“Yeah, it’s romantic,” Robin said.
They hit a curb as she took a turn and Jenny let out a little yelp. Robin refocused on the road.
“Sorry,” she said. “I, uh, ran out of contacts? And lost my glasses? I don’t think I can talk and drive right now.”
“Oh,” Jenny said, sounding nervous and unimpressed. That was fair. Robin wouldn’t like it if the guy driving her around said he couldn’t see shit. “Yeah, sure.”
They drove in silence until they got to the diner.
[Jenny asks about basketball and robin fumbles her way through answers]
[They kiss goodnight on Jenny’s doorstep]
As soon as Jenny entered her house, Robin felt her face crumple. She retreated to the car and drove back to Steve’s house, shaking a little. She wanted to cry, but Steve’s body wouldn’t. There was a lump in her throat and an ache in her chest, but her eyes were dry.
She hated this. She hated that the date had gone so badly. She hated that her first kiss had been stolen. That it hadn’t been her Jenny had wanted to kiss and it hadn’t been her lips that had been kissed. She hated that Steve had sent her on this date. She hated that she’d agreed. She hated Steve’s stupid body, which wasn’t hers and was foreign and masculine and wouldn’t even fucking cry when she wanted it to.
Robin parked and stormed into Steve’s house. She slammed the door behind her, which felt good, so she did it a few more times. Slam. Slam. Slam. When she felt out of breath, she collapsed against the entryway wall.
Steve’s reflection stared back at her from the mirror above the key hooks.
She couldn’t take it. She ran up the stairs, bypassing Steve’s bedroom and entering his parents’ room. She’d never been in here before because Steve acted like it was forbidden, but she didn’t care right now. She found Mrs. Harrington’s vanity and started ripping the drawers open, upending makeup and hair supplies until she found several bottles of nail polish.
They were all boring pinks and reds, exactly what a housewife would wear, but Robin grabbed the darkest red and took it downstairs. She grabbed a David Bowie record and blasted it, propping her hands on her thighs and starting to paint her nails. Her hands were shaking, but she stubbornly pushed through, trying to paint a neat maroon coat onto Steve’s nails.
She stopped and stared after she finished the first hand.
It was Steve’s hand still, broad and square-fingered, but it felt better with the nail polish. A bit more feminine.
Robin had spent so long in her own body trying to express herself without femininity. She didn’t like dresses or skirts or long hair. Her makeup was smudgy and her jewelry chunky and she liked to look good but not in a girly-girl way.
In Steve’s body though, she felt like she had to compensate for its masculinity. She was still a girl, even if she wasn’t a girly one, and seeing a man staring back at her in the mirror was uncomfortable. She wanted to put Steve’s body in a dress and grow out his hair and do his makeup. But that all felt like a violation of Steve’s will for what he wanted to do with his body. She was just a guest here – she couldn’t change anything he couldn’t quickly change back. Even if she spent a solid half of her waking hours in this body.
Steve’s hand looked good in maroon nail polish. It felt a bit more like hers.
***
Steve woke up in his own body, which was rare these days.
He was in his bed and he had a headache, which wasn’t that unusual. But it wasn’t a spike of pain in his skull, no oncoming migraine. This felt like a headache from crying.
Steve went to the bathroom mirror and squinted at his reflection. Maybe Robin had a point and Steve should get glasses. His bad eyesight was much more noticeable and annoying when he spent half his time looking at the world through Robin’s 20/20 eyes.
With just a little squinting though, Steve found that he was right; his eyes were red. Robin had been crying.
Steve’s heart sank. He’d thought Robin would call after the date yesterday, but he hadn’t heard from her. He hadn’t heard from her, and she had cried herself to sleep. What had happened?
He’d been kind of happy when Robin hadn’t called, which he felt bad about. But she hadn’t wanted him to write a draft of her paper, just an outline. It was stupid to be upset about that. But for the first time in his life, Steve was following what was happening in Robin’s English and history classes. They were way more interesting when he could read without getting frustrated, and he’d wanted to write the paper to help Robin but also to see what he could do when he actually understood the book.
But Robin didn’t think he was smart enough to write her essay.
Which was fine, obviously, Steve knew that Robin was way smarter than him. He shouldn’t be upset just because Robin knew that too.
It was fine. The problem was that something had made Robin cry.
He was picking her up for school, so he would ask on the drive.
Steve started getting ready, brushing his teeth and doing his hair. There was too much hairspray in it, the way there usually was when Robin had been the last one to style it, so he brushed it through a bit extra to try to get some of the stiffness out.
There was also nail polish on his fingers.
Steve stopped for a long moment to stare. The nail polish was pretty, a dark red color and super smooth. Steve had tried to paint Robin’s nails last night and he’d done a much worse job, getting nail polish all over her skin and accidentally making it lumpy and full of bubbles.
But on Steve’s hands, the polish was neat and smooth and elegant. Steve had never had his nails painted before, but it was pretty. He liked it.
Maybe Steve shouldn’t have painted Robin’s nails. He’d been under the impression that Robin hated the process of painting her nails – always complaining about having to sit still while they dried. But if she liked it enough to do it in Steve’s body, maybe he should have let her paint her own.
Steve grabbed his work vest and a granola bar and drove to Robin’s house. She came out the door in a hurry, jacket half-on, shouting something back at her parents. But she was quiet as she got in the car. She barely said hello before busying herself looking through Steve’s tapes.
Steve frowned. “Robin? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Robin said. “I’m fine. Just tired, you know?”
Steve had gone to bed early last night, which meant Robin’s body shouldn’t be tired. He didn’t say that.
“How did the date go?”
Robin froze, only for a second, but it was noticeable given how she was always in motion. “It was okay. She said you should call her.”
“That sounds pretty good,” Steve said tentatively.
“Yeah,” Robin said. She put in a tape and turned the volume up.
Dread started to grow in Steve’s stomach. He waited until he’d pulled into Dustin’s driveway and honked to turn down the music. Dustin always took a minute to come out.
“Did I overstep?” Steve asked quietly.
“What do you mean?” Robin asked. She was fiddling with her bracelets, and Steve suddenly realized she hadn’t even looked at him since getting in the car.
“When I asked you to go on the date for me. Was that too much?”
Robin still didn’t look at him. “Steve-”
“Hey!” Dustin said loudly, climbing into the backseat. “You won’t believe what happened in our campaign last night. So we were in this forest, right, and then Eddie had this really suspicious looking dwarf show up-”
Dustin kept babbling about his campaign all the way to the school and Steve tried to react in the appropriate places. He had no idea what was happening in the story because Dustin used way too many words that Steve was pretty sure didn’t exist. But he’d already hurt Robin somehow; he didn’t want to hurt Dustin as well.
Steve dropped them both at school — Robin leaving with a little “bye” and Dustin still rambling on his way out of the car — and went to work. He was the only one working until Robin got on in the afternoon, so it was pretty boring. A few housewives came in, but mostly Steve rewound and reshelved tapes. He contemplated actually cleaning, but decided he wasn’t bored enough to do that and ended up tapping his fingers idly on the counter as he half-paid attention to the children’s movie that was playing on the tv.
Today, of all days, Steve didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts.
What had gone so wrong? He’d asked Robin if she was okay with going on the date and she had said yes. But she hadn’t called and she couldn’t even look at him this morning. That had never happened before. They had bickered back when they’d been getting to know each other at Scoops Ahoy, but they’d never had a real fight.
All Steve could think of was Nancy. Nancy, pulling away because Steve couldn’t be what she needed. Nancy, who Steve had hurt without even realizing it. Nancy, who Steve had loved and who he had lost because he was bullshit.
He couldn’t be bullshit with Robin. He’d thought he was safe from ruining this because they were friends and they’d felt mind-melded even before the body swapping had started.
But Steve had clearly done something wrong. He had to figure out what it was and fix it before he lost Robin.
A man came in, dressed in a suit, clearly on his lunch break. Steve tracked him as he wandered the shelves, but the man didn’t seem to need any help, quickly finding a movie and bringing it up to the counter.
It was [romance movie].
“It’s for my wife,” the man said, as if he thought Steve was judging him.
“That’s romantic,” Steve said. “Can I get your name?”
“Johnny Richards,” the man said. “My wife’s upset I had to work late the past month. It’s not my fault! I work for the mayor’s office and we’re still dealing with the fallout of that fucking mall fire.”
Steve’s customer service smile turned even more frozen. He mechanically pulled up the man’s profile. Johnny Richards’ account had a few action movies, some chick flicks, and a lot of pornography.
Steve tried to change the topic to Johnny’s wife again. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate a movie date night. This one’s a good choice.”
He flashed Johnny Richards another customer service smile as he scanned the movie, but Johnny wasn’t looking at his face. He was watching Steve’s hands.
“That’ll be three dollars,” Steve said.
Johnny’s eyes flashed to his, lips curled back in a sneer. “You a queer?”
Steve blinked in confusion. “What?”
“You. A. Queer?” Johnny repeated.
Steve’s muscles locked at the word and at the tone the man was using. He automatically looked for Robin, trying to make sure he was between her and the threat, before he remembered that she was at school.
“No?” Steve said. He didn’t sound confident, which he knew was a mistake, but he was really confused.
“No?” The man mocked. “Then why are you painting your nails like one?”
Oh. Steve glanced down at his hands, at the red color on his nails. He’d kept it on when he’d left the house because he liked it and because Robin had been the one to paint them, but he’d been too preoccupied to think his decision through.
He should have known better than to wear nail polish in Hawkins, Indiana.
“I didn’t paint them,” Steve said. “My friend did. She, um, wanted to practice.”
Johnny gave Steve a disdainful look. “Acting like a pussy isn’t going to get you any girls. If she’s painting your nails, you’re stuck in the friend zone — you don’t have to give her your dignity as well. Have some self-respect and stop looking like a goddamn queer.”
“I’m not a queer,” Steve protested.
“Just some friendly advice,” Johnny said. “Better you hear it from me, than someone who wouldn’t be so nice.”
It sounded so much like something Steve’s father would say that he gave an automatic, “Yes, sir.”
Johnny Richards nodded, like that was the reaction he’d been hoping for. He slapped three dollars on the counter, far from Steve’s hand as if he didn’t want to touch him, then grabbed the tape and walked out.
Steve felt hot all over, shame and embarrassment and something else filling him. He felt dirty, like he shouldn’t have liked having his nails done.
He was a boy. He wasn’t supposed to like girly things. Even if he was a girl half the time, when he was in Robin’s body and she was in his.
He didn’t mind being in Robin’s body. He didn’t mind her longer hair, or her painted nails, or her makeup, even when it was on him. He liked wearing her clothes, even though most of it wasn’t his style and he wished he could get some nice blouses and skirts.
But that was all when he was in Robin’s body. He was allowed to like those things when he was a girl. He had been stupid to think he could get away with painted nails as a boy.
Steve was still shaking. He felt awful, like he’d been through something worse than a few mean comments from a stranger. The kind of comments he himself had made in the past.
If this was how everyone he had bullied had felt, maybe he deserved to feel this way.
Steve kept his fingers curled as he helped the next few customers, hiding his nails from sight.
By the time Robin showed up for her afternoon shift, Steve was able to act sufficiently normal. Robin was still half-avoiding him, but it was Friday afternoon and they were ridiculously busy trying to rent out movies for the weekend.
Steve waited until they were alone in the store, closing up, to say “Can you please come over? I want to talk.”
“Okay,” Robin said to the ground. But she got in the car with him and let him drive her to his house.
They took their shoes off by the entryway and made their way to the kitchen, moving seamlessly to make dinner. They were both comfortable moving around Steve’s kitchen as if they lived there, because they both lived there.
Steve almost added peas to his own plate before he remembered that he hated peas. They only tasted good when he was Robin.
When they were both picking at their reheated lasagne, Steve said, “I’m sorry.”
Robin’s head jerked up, a bewildered look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” Steve repeated. He hadn’t said those words much the first sixteen years of his life. But he’d say them a million times now if that’s what it took to get Robin to forgive him.
“For what?” Robin asked.
Was this a test? Steve’s mother did that sometimes, made him explain what he was apologizing for so she could scoff in his face and tell him that wasn’t why she was mad and to try again.
“For asking you to go on that date for me?” Steve guessed.
Robin didn’t look happy with that answer.
“I don’t know,” Steve quickly admitted. Sometimes it was better to just get it over with. She could explain how he’d fucked up and then she could yell and then he could apologize and hopefully they would be okay. “I’m sorry for being so stupid that I don’t know what I did, I guess. But I didn’t mean you make you mad. Or sad? And I’m really sorry.”
“I’m not mad at you,” Robin said, sounding angry.
Steve hesitated. This felt like a bad idea, but “You seem mad.”
“I am, but not at you.”
“Then why haven’t you looked at me all day?”
Robin growled and got to her feet, starting to pace. “It’s complicated, okay? I’m mad at your stupid body, and you’re in it right now. And I’m mad at this whole situation. It fucking sucks, okay?”
Steve didn’t know how to fix the situation. They had hit a dead end with everything they had tried, and unless El got her powers back, their only possible next step was to trust the government scientists. Call Steve crazy, but even before the Russians he hadn’t trusted government scientists, especially ones who had experimented on a little girl for her powers.
So he focused on the part he maybe could fix. “Why are you mad at my body?”
Robin spun on her heel, still pacing, arm flying as she tried to explain. “It just feels all… off. Wrong. Like, I’m a girl and I hate being trapped in a boy’s body. I hate being perceived as a man. Don’t you feel the same when you’re in my body? Like it’s wrong being a girl?”
No, Steve didn’t. But that probably wasn’t helpful to say right now. And it was weird. Shameful.
If Robin didn’t like boy stuff when she was in Steve’s body, why did he like girl stuff when he was in hers?
“I guess I didn’t think about it so much,” Steve lied.
“It’s just… ugh! It makes my skin crawl,” Robin said. “And I hate that we switch so much and we can’t control it. I feel like I’m missing my life. I missed my first day of senior year. I barely ever see my parents anymore, and I miss them. They’re threatening to kick me out of band because I’ve missed so many rehearsals, but you can’t play the trumpet so I don’t know what else we’re supposed to do. And I hate never being able to make plans with anyone but the kids because no one else knows about the body-swapping and I can’t ever guarantee I’m going to be in my own body.”
That was a lot. Steve had no idea how to fix any of that. He hadn’t really been bothered by the switching — his only friends all knew about the Upside Down, so if he showed up in Robin’s body to plans he’d made as Steve, no one batted an eye.
But Robin was different. Robin had a life outside of him and the kids. She had friends and school and band and parents who loved her.
Of course she would feel like she was missing out on her life.
“And!” Robin continued, still pacing. “I fucking hated that date. I didn’t know how to drive and I didn’t know what to say. She kept expecting me to be you, and she kept looking all awkward and put-off whenever I answered something like me. And I don’t know a thing about basketball and I hate Grease!”
“Why would you hate-”
“And she kissed me,” Robin said.
Steve went quiet.
There were tears in Robin’s eyes.
“It was the end of the date and she just kissed me, even though the date sucked. Even though she hated every part of me that was actually me. And I’ve never kissed anyone before. It was my first kiss, and it was with a girl, but I was a boy and I was you and she didn’t even like me.”
Robin started crying.
Steve didn’t know what else to do, so he pulled her into a hug and let her sob into his shoulder.
“I never thought I’d get to kiss a girl,” Robin said hoarsely. “Or at least not while I was in Hawkins. And then I did and it was all wrong.”
There was so much pain in her voice and it was all Steve’s fault. He never should have asked her to go on that stupid date. He could have just rescheduled instead of putting her in that position.
She’d said she wasn’t mad at him, but maybe she had just been lying to spare Steve’s feelings. This was all his fault.
He would have to find a way to fix it. He wasn’t sure how yet, but he would do it.
Eventually, Robin stopped crying. She pulled out of Steve’s hug, grabbing his hands instead and swinging them between them, looking down so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.
Then she froze, lifting Steve’s hands to her face. Steve tensed for a moment, thinking of the man from Family Video, before he remembered that this was Robin. She wasn’t going to judge him. She was the one who’d painted his nails in the first place.
“You kept it on,” Robin said.
“Yeah,” Steve said.
“You didn’t have to,” Robin said. “Why would you do that?”
Steve shrugged.
“You can take it off, if you want,” Robin said. “I didn’t mean to stick you with it after we switched back. I just needed to do something to make your body feel more like me.”
Because Robin hated being in Steve’s body. He understood that much, at least. His body came with headaches and a deaf ear and blurry eyesight and dyslexia. And maleness, which Steve hadn’t realized would be strange for Robin.
“I can keep it on,” Steve said. “If it makes you more comfortable when we switch.”
Robin bit her lip, looking hesitant. “It’s still your body, Steve. I don’t want to make it comfortable for me by making it uncomfortable for you.”
Steve was all twisted up inside. He didn’t know how he felt about the nail polish. “I don’t mind it. I can keep it on.”
Robin still hesitated. “People might be… mean. If you keep it on.”
Steve felt hot all over again. Off-balance.
But what could he say? He couldn’t complain to Robin of all people that he’d gotten called a queer today at work. He would sound like a whiny, self-centered dick. He knew Robin had gotten called slurs before. And it was worse, because for her they were actually true.
He was just being a baby about this. He had to toughen up and get over it.
“Please,” he said forcing a smile. “Nobody’s going to say anything to Steve Harrington.”
Robin scanned his face, like she was checking if he was sure, and he gave her his best over-confident smirk, a look he hadn’t really pulled out since the King Steve days.
Maybe it was because he’d never used this expression on Robin before, but she seemed to believe it. She smiled back at him and he could see that it was real.
“Thanks, Steve,” she said. “We should get more bottles though. I’m not sure maroon is really your color.”
Steve pretended to be offended. “But I want to match my baby.”
“Your baby?” Robin asked, eyebrows up.
“My car,” Steve said.
Robin moaned. “Ugh. It’s bad enough you have a picture of a car hanging in your room. You are not allowed to start calling your car your baby, Steve. I will disown you.”
“You can’t disown me! You literally are me half the time.”
“I can and will disown you,” Robin countered. “I’ll be disowning you as a person, not your body, so I’ll just ignore you. Unless you act normal about cars. No calling them baby, or calling yourself their daddy. That might have been the most traumatizing part of Starcourt, really.”
“That was the most traumatizing part of Starcourt,” Steve repeated incredulously, putting his hands on his hips.
“Yep,” Robin said, nodding firmly. “That was the most traumatizing part.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I’ll think about acting normal. You staying over?”
“I guess I should, at this point,” Robin said. “Let me just call my parents.”
Steve caught Robin’s arm as she moved to the phone. “You don’t have to stay. If you miss your parents and you want to see them, you should go home.”
It hurt to say. Steve didn’t want Robin to go. He didn’t want to be alone in his house after being alone at the store all day.
Maybe Robin could see that, because her expression softened. “No,” she said. “I’ll stay.”
They fell asleep together, Steve finding it much easier to keep the nightmares at bay when he knew Robin was by his side, safe from Russians and monsters.
He woke up in Robin’s body, wrapped in his own arms.
***
Steve and Robin spent the weekend together.
Robin felt terrible about making Steve feel bad. She hadn’t meant to take her anger out on him — she was mad at him, but he hadn’t done anything wrong. He never would have pushed her to go on the stupid date if she’d said no and it wasn’t his fault they were swapping bodies.
But it was Robin’s fault that Steve had had that look on his face — fearful and desperate and apologetic, like he was afraid that he had irreparably damaged their friendship.
Sometimes Robin forgot that Steve was as desperate to keep her as she was to keep him. Sometimes a mean little voice in her brain whispered that he was Steve Harrington, that he’d been cool and popular and he had known how to get people to like him. That even now, he was worshipped by a pack of feral children and he was generous and selfless and funny and interesting and that anyone would be lucky to be his friend. He didn’t have to settle for Robin, who couldn’t read social cues and rambled way too much and had never had a real friend before Steve.
She hated that voice in her head. It was a liar and it was mean to both him and her. Steve might have been popular, but he had never had a close friend before Robin (or maybe Dustin) either. He might be adored by his kids, but he had no friends his own age. And he was incredible in a million ways, but he also thought Robin was incredible and he told her all the time, calling her funny and brave and smart like he didn’t care that she was a socially inept nerd.
She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She hadn’t realized that quietly seething — at him, a little, but also at the injustice of this whole situation — would hurt him more than outright telling him she was upset.
She should have known better. She knew what had happened in his relationship with Nancy, and while she was nothing like Nancy Wheeler and she definitely wasn’t dating Steve, she knew Steve had a fear of being unintentionally terrible to the people he loved.
He had never been terrible to her, not even once, not even when she’d rejected him or come out to him or made him suffer through period cramps in her body.
But Robin had been terrible to Steve, on purpose at first when she’d been forced to work with King Steve at Scoops Ahoy and then unintentionally a few times, like yesterday, when she hadn’t taken enough care with Steve’s emotions.
Robin decided to make it up to him. On Saturday morning they cooked breakfast together, making blueberry pancakes and coffee. Then Robin helped Steve re-do the nails he’d painted on her body, showing him how to get the air bubbles out and how to paint it in coats so it could dry in between. Steve watched attentively and held Robin’s hands up proudly when he was done.
They hung out with the gremlins Saturday afternoon. Back in their own bodies, Steve taught Lucas how to shoot hoops while Robin played a vicious game of Monopoly against Dustin and Mike.
“How come your nails are red?” Dustin asked Steve when Steve and Lucas came in from the driveway, sweaty and panting.
“I painted them,” Robin said. Mike landed on Park Place and Robin grinned as she charged him an exorbitant amount of money. Capitalism was so fun when it was fictional and she was winning.
“Isn’t that weird though?” Mike asked. “Having your nails painted?”
Steve tensed. Robin had been waiting for the moment he gave up on the painted nails as too feminine or too gay, and apparently Mike’s question was that moment. Robin had honestly thought he would last until at least Monday.
“Munson has his nails painted,” Steve said cattily, which wasn’t what Robin had expected at all.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Yeah, cause it’s metal. You’re too preppy to pull off painted nails.”
Steve looked a little dumbfounded and Robin hid a grin. Apparently the kids’ problem wasn’t with a man having his nails painted, it was with Steve doing it.
“Steve’s metal,” Lucas said.
Mike scoffed. “How?”
“He has a bat full of nails,” Lucas said reasonably. “That’s pretty metal.”
“See, Wheeler?” Steve boasted. “I’m metal enough to paint my nails.”
Mike scowled. “I’m more metal than you are.”
They all looked at Mike, scrawny as a beanpole and dressed in horrifically mismatched clothing. Robin felt a bit blinded by the bright colors he was wearing.
Dustin was the first one to start laughing, but they all eventually joined in.
Mike grumbled, crossing his arms defensively. “Will would’ve agreed with me.”
“You mean he would have lied to spare your feelings,” Dustin teased.
Mike yelped and launched a pillow at Dustin, who threw one back, and then they were all engaged in a pillow fight with Steve’s mom’s fancy throw pillows. Robin used to opportunity to whack at Mike and Dustin, who were objectively the most annoying of the children. She was about to get Dustin from behind when all of a sudden she was looming over Lucas, all the way across the room.
Robin lost her balance and fell, straight onto Lucas, who let out a high-pitched yelp as her elbows and knees hit him.
“Sorry,” Robin gasped, rolling off him. “I didn’t know Steve was doing fucking acrobatics during a pillow fight.”
Lucas’s head jerked sharply. “Woah. Robin?”
Robin nodded.
Lucas smiled and lifted a pillow, smacking it across Robin’s face. As Robin sputtered, he said “that’s for using illegal weapons in a pillow fight. No elbows!”
“Oh, you’re on, Sinclair.”
As Robin tried to murder Lucas with a pillow, she thought that this was what she was missing in the rest of her life; people who watched her switch bodies with Steve and then just kept going like it was normal. She hated dropping into her body in the middle of a customer interaction at Family Video, when the customer would get mad at having to repeat the name of the movie they were looking for. She hated dropping into her body mid-conversation with Kate, unsure what the hell they were talking about and getting weird looks for babbling more off-topic than usual. She hated her inability to know where she was going to be at any given minute, or who she was going to be.
But with Steve’s kids, who’d been to hell and back and didn’t think a bit of body-swapping was the weirdest thing they’d ever seen, she almost felt normal.
“Let’s get Steve,” Robin whispered to Lucas. They crept up behind Steve — which was so weird, watching the back of her own head as Steve used her body to fight off Dustin and Mike — and jumped at him, whacking him with pillows.
Steve shrieked — high-pitched with Robin’s vocal cords — and spun, narrowing his eyes at Robin in his body.
“Oh, it’s on, Buckley.”
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#Steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin#mia writes fanfic#Stobin bodyswap AU
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Prom
When i was young i never had a prom. So when i heard this teenage boy talking about it i wanted to know what al the fuzz was about. He was trying on suits in the shop i worked at so i checked if the coast was clear and i possessd him. When i was in control of his body it felt so great! This suit fits his body perfectly! Can't wait to go!
#male body exhibit#male body possession#dilf possession#ghost possession#jock possession#male possession#bodyswapper#male body switch#malebodyswap#old to young
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If you had to make a rouges galllery for a new plastic man run/tv show, waht villans would you use?
In the category of Classic Deranged Women, left to right:
Granite Lady is a given. She's great and everyone knows it. Next.
Madam Brawn. Her and her lady gangsters NEED to take their rightful spot as Plas' recurring archenemy. She can still get impaled as long as she miraculously returns with a grudge and a badass chest scar a la Norman Osborn.
Thrilla. Electricity/magnetism powers and incredibly fun design.
Electra might need a name change to de-emphasize the electrical angle, but she's a coal-eating omnicidal android (gynoid?) who's convinced Plas is synthetic as well. Great setup.
In the category of Just Some Guys, left to right:
Elmer Body, bodyswapper, to remind everyone that identity theft is as important to Plastic Man as slapstick is.
Slicer and Doser. Lot of mileage you could get out of a Dib Membrane-like determination to dissect our protagonist.
Sadly-Sadly, as the paragon of the contagious-emotion villain.
Foyle, AKA Colonel Cool. It's probably the Spider-Man fan in me, but I love the trope of the spurned coworker suddenly deciding to kill you for being a jerk.
In the category of Hell Is That Thing, left to right/top to bottom:
The hands. They're severed hands. They steal.
The shapeshifting salt-eating alien, for more identity theft hijinks. Pairing Plas with shapechangers is a frequent thing but this might be my favorite one.
At least ONE of the goopy villains Plas has fought before--this is Mr. Aqua, but the Ooze Brothers, sludge monsters, and the guy made of lava all fit this niche and it's so hard to pick.
Flatscreen. He was in a minute long DC Nation skit. Would love to learn what his deal actually is.
There are lots of Golden Age stories that I think would be fun in animated adaptation, even if they don't contribute to a "rogues gallery". The deaf gangster and the woman with the hypnotizing voice (PC 49), the sniper going after sign painters, and the man with the dream machine (PC 78) come to mind.
Also, hear me out,
I know Ruby Thursday and the Spot are Marvel, but I don't think anyone would notice if we just, er, borrowed them for Plas for a minute, would they?
#Ruby Ryder is cool too but so disconnected from everything also this post is getting long already#plastic man#images undescribed
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Pfft— for the bodyswapper, why is dimple so horiffied? Is it because Serizawa’s expression on Reigen? Or because of something else? I love the body swap art so pretty hahaha <3
[ Imagine you walked in and you saw two guys acting so DIFFERENT like it was in out of context. like they never explain how they ended up like this ( I believe Reigen and Serizawa promised to not tell anyone that they got bodyswapped) so yeah thats why Dimple react like that. He left and tells Kageyama bros about it. ]
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