Finally taking her studies seriously

 

Nally sat with a coffee in her hands while the food court emptied out. Classes were starting, but she had a few hours before her next class. Across from her was Jasmine, her best friend, who was busy studying. This was a rare sight for Nally to see, especially since she wasn't supposed to still be here. She always left to go home after her morning classes - she didn't have any afternoon or evening classes to worry about. "She seems so focused," Nally thought while she observed her.

The other peculiar thing was that Jasmine wasn't trying to distract herself by talking to Nally. She was usually the life of the party, not the one to bury her nose in books. She was the popular and pretty rich girl - that was her entire personality. But now, she seemed like a completely different person. Jasmine was known for her beauty and her love for having fun. She would sometimes make choices that worried her friends, especially since she loved experimenting with hard drugs from time to time. And her breakup with Albert had left her feeling sad and lost a few weeks ago. After the breakup, people started to notice changes in Jasmine. She was quieter, she stopped going to parties, and she seemed to be avoiding the things that once gave her joy but also brought her pain.

Nally and the rest of Jasmine's friends were worried about her. They initially thought it was Albert's fault, but when he revealed that she was the one who broke up with him, they became even more concerned. Obviously, they had seen Jasmine make bad choices before, so they were actively trying to make sure that she was okay.

Seeing Jasmine so focused on her schoolwork made Nally feel hopeful, though. She didn't have anything to really worry about. She had been worried that Jasmine would not be able to pass her classes because of her love for fun and her lack of interest in studying, and now, she was on the right track. She could see the determination in Jasmine’s eyes, and it made her believe that Jasmine had finally decided to change her life for the better.

But Jasmine wasn't who her friends thought she was - she was actually Angela, a 55-year-old witch who wanted to start over. Albert had purposely stayed quiet about their breakup, but he knew the truth behind what had happened. He just couldn’t tell anybody – he was physically and mentally unable to.

The real Jasmine was absorbed into the body thief's mind. Of course, she couldn't have done it without Albert - he was the one who helped her, after all. Angela had been helping Albert get through some tough times as an unlicensed therapist, and when he revealed that he didn't have any money to pay for her services, she decided to ask for payment in a different way. 

He gave her his soul. It took several more sessions, but she ultimately managed to alter his mind. She took drops of his blood and burned herbs around his head to control him. He eventually became an obedient follower who was willing to do anything she wanted. After speaking to him more, she knew that his relationship with Jasmine was falling apart. She knew about all of Jasmine's issues and the trouble that was brewing inside her head. So, she convinced him to take Jasmine in for therapy. But instead of providing her with a therapy session, she instead prepared a body swap ritual by placing a circle of her own blood beneath her patient's chair. Once Jasmine took her seat, Angela activated the spell, and she found herself inside of Jasmine's gorgeous body.

And with her new body under her complete control, she was excited to make the most out of Jasmine’s life. She loved everything about herself. From her silky blonde hair to her firm breasts, being a young woman again made her excited to re-explore the things that she never experienced in her youth. Albert would never get a chance to please her, but a campus full of attractive men were throwing themselves at her. She had everything she needed to make things easier for her – money, beauty, and magic. All she had to do now was pick the best possible option, but that wasn’t going to be so hard with Jasmine’s beautiful body.

My new sister

Jared stood at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms beneath his new breasts. After nearly two weeks in Ari's gorgeous body, her younger sister, Aby, had just discovered that she wasn't the same person she'd grown up with. The hatred said it all. Jared had used a body possession remote prototype in order to place his mind into his new body. Ari had been asleep all those weeks ago when he snuck through a nearby window. The remote only worked on people who were deep in REM sleep, so when he saw her eyes twitching, he knew it was time to act.

Jared had always been jealous of Ari throughout college. They'd been competitive students who hated each other after Ari had convinced fellow group members to give Jared a low participation grade. They had been working on a business paper together up until they snaked him, and unfortunately for him, he had to retake the class because of it. Ever since then, he'd become obsessed with her every move. He did this out of hatred, and after stealing the body possession prototype from his technology company, he decided to take revenge into his own hands. The remote was supposed to place minds inside of realistic simulations, and he was about to do it for a completely different purpose.

“Let’s do this,” he had whispered. He had pressed the remote against his future body's forehead. He clicked the side button, and he immediately felt a ticklish sensation moving through his hand. Before he knew it, he felt his mind being forced through the air and into Ari's body. With a violent shudder, he found himself in her gorgeous body while his old body fell to the ground. It had been like a dream, especially after he got to know every inch of himself. He couldn't believe how he was willing to try ruining Ari's life - he was going to embarrass her to ruin her reputation. But now that she had her flesh, he didn't plan on leaving after hiding the remote in a discreet location. And with a mischievous chuckle, Jared gave Aby a wink. "You got me," he said. "I'm not actually your sister. I'm a better version of her. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Ari," he said while he pulled a pack of cigarettes from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette, he blew smoke over towards Aby. "Go ahead - I know that look. You want to do something. But guess what? I dumped my old body into the local river. I have nowhere else to go."

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Jared ran a finger through his silky black hair. "Right here - she's right here. I won't tell you how I did it, but let's just say the original Ari is long gone." He leaned forward, his large breasts jiggling while he laughed. "And guess what? Nobody will ever believe you. You can try as hard as you want, but I'm never going to go away."

While the real Ari remained trapped in her dreams, Jared would never tell anybody how he stole Ari's body. And of course, nobody would ever believe Aby, especially after Jared familiarized himself with everything about Ari's life. The girl was never conservative with her personal life - everything was on the internet. Sure, Aby saw right through him, but after a few hours of studying, Ari was going to be easy enough to imitate for life.

Why would I swap back?

Grace laughed at the shocked look on Serena's face. "Did you really think that I'd be wanting to switch back? You were the one who accepted it."

"I didn't think I'd miss how things used to be..."

Grace couldn't help but giggle at that. "Well, maybe you should have been more grateful for what you had. You literally had everything - the only thing you wanted was my money. But you decided to use your money to make yourself look worse." After voluntarily switching bodies with Grace, Serena had tried to make the most out of her new life. Grace had always been an eye sore to look at, so when her best friend offered to trade her beautiful body for a chance to not have to worry about money, Grace jumped at the opportunity.

But Serena wasn't expecting her confidence to drop so hard, so she ended up getting breast implants and work done. She paid for the best possible surgical procedures, and she ended up making her body worse. There was always a chance for plastic surgery to go wrong, and everything had gone wrong for Serena. In the process, she ruined her body, and now she was trying to convince Grace to switch back. 

"Look, stop crying. People are going to see us. Anyway, I don't want to go through the process again. The body swap clinic wasn't a comfortable experience - we literally had our brains electrocuted over and over again in those pods. I'm not doing that again just to go back into THAT thing."

"Please," Serena said. "You said that you'd be willing to do anything for me. We're best friends - we've known each other forever. Why are you being like this all of a sudden?"

Grace crossed her arms, pushing up her firm breasts while she smirked. "Because I don't want to give any of this up. Especially after you butchered my body. Sure, I wasn't the prettiest thing, but I didn't expect you to somehow make me worse." She immediately crossed her legs. "Anyhow, you have plenty of money. Pay a guy to be with you."

"I don't want to pay somebody to feel a connection, though. Please, Grace." Serena leaned forward. "Please don't be like this." Her eyes were welling up with tears as she started to get even more upset. "Don't you want your money back? Your inheritance?"

"There's at most maybe five hundred grand in a bank account," Grace scoffed. "Besides, with a body like this, I've probably made more money than I've ever made on investment income alone. Yeah, you never thought about leveraging your looks - but I did. Turns out that guys love a young girl like me." She gave her former best friend a wink. "Yeah, maybe I’ll link you my Only Fans. I don’t even post anything that bad … though I’ve definitely had some fun with your boyfriend. I didn’t realize how bad you were at satisfying him – I literally blew his mind, and I haven’t even been with that many guys.” That’s when it hit her. “I get it – you know that we’ve been intimate, and now you want him back. Well, tough luck, bitch. This is MY body now.” Grace gave the air a kiss. “Eventually, I'll have more money than you too. It's a shame you didn't know what you had until you lost it - guess you're going to have to learn to live with the mistakes you've made."

Defeated and unable to convince Grace to switch back, Serena stood up abruptly. Her plastic surgery had left her with some pain, so she had a bit of a limp as she stormed out of the park in defeat.

Love my doctor

Izzy softly moaned as she felt Dr. Morris pulling out of her. Rolling up his condom, he threw it into the trash bin beside her bed and panted loudly. After being together for the entire night, Izzy had been impressed with the stamina he had. He did things to her that she couldn't have ever dreamed of doing in her older body (even in its youth). 

The way he pulled her hair and worshipped her glistening slit made her bed him for more. Of course, for a doctor in his thirties, she fully expected that he would be able to at least keep up with her own young body. She planted a kiss against his cheek and hugged him as they stared silently at the ceiling together.

The thought of being like this with another man after so many years left her feeling grateful. When Izzy first found herself in her new body, she was horrified at what had happened. She had gone in for a routine medical examination (possibly her last), and at some point after being sedated, her mind had been extracted. She didn't know that Dr. Morris had planted her mind into another patient's body.

Yvonne had gone in for brain surgery after experiencing a horrifying head injury. When Dr. Morris discovered that her brain was beyond saving. So, rather than let her body go to waste, the doctor made the transplant himself. He knew that their bodies were compatible and had the same blood type. 

The only downside was that it would require anti rejection medication to make sure Yvonne's body didn't reject Izzy. At first, Izzy wasn't sure how to feel - she was afraid of telling the people around her about how she wasn't Yvonne. She was terrified of being in trouble. So, she remained silent as Dr. Morris and his team helped her. And after several months of rehabilitation, Izzy was able to move freely without any assistance.

It didn't take long before Dr. Morris confessed what had happened in detail. Hearing his reasoning made her angry, but when she saw the care in his eyes, she realized that he had done the procedure out of the goodness of his heart. Despite being terrified by the whole experience, she couldn't blame him for what he had done. He didn't want the girl's parents to lose their daughter, and it wasn't like Izzy was going to be around for long. Without a nearby brain donor, Yvonne's body wouldn't have been suitable for a mind transplant, especially when Dr. Morris only had four minutes to make the decision.

It also didn't take long for Dr. Morris to start a relationship with her - their shared secret only brought them closer together. Today, it had been a year since they met. Izzy couldn't have imagined her being in this situation again - she couldn't have imagined a second chance at living. She loved being Yvonne - she enjoyed her athletic body as a soccer player, and she especially liked the fact that she was studying English. Izzy had been an English teacher, and now that she had her new body, she had a feeling that starting over wasn’t going to be too difficult.

She had been a 92-year-old elderly women with no family of her own. Now, with Yvonne's life, she had more than she could have ever asked for. With a body that didn't match her age, and her newly awakened desire to try something different, she found herself looking forward to being with him as the two partners drifted off to sleep.

Absorbing her precious attributes

Abigail had a sly smirk as she waltzed across her balcony. Every step was a picture of grace and confidence, the clinking sound of her high heels forcing Carl’s eyes to watch her every move. Adorned in a cute dress that accentuated her elegance, she couldn't resist the vanity that urged her to run a hand through her chestnut waves that cascaded down her back. She turned her head slightly, catching Carl in the act of capturing her likeness through the lens of his camera. “How do I look?”

“Absolutely perfect,” he said breathlessly. She smiled at that – she especially liked how he was still out of breath. The two had made love nearly half an hour ago, yet he was still exhausted from the session they’d shared. Abigail loved how he could barely keep up, and she especially liked how he struggled not to finish too early. When her body appeared much older, he was able to last a lot longer.

Now, he could barely control himself with her rejuvenated body. 

Ever since he helped place her attribute stone into Deborah’s possession, her physical appearance only improved. Abigail was a 108-year-old woman who struggled to find a new victim. She regularly maintained her health by sapping the energy and attributes of an unsuspecting victim. By using her attribute stone, she could transfer another person’s youth and appearance over time. The catch was that a willing third party had to provide the stone to somebody, and her partner in crime, Mike, had died suddenly nearly five years ago. 

Sharing her secret with a new third party was dangerous, because being caught and reported could lead to her stone being taken away. The third party had to know what the stone was capable of, and the stone only gave attributes to the second to last person who touched it. Disregarding this rule could have the unintended effect of reversing the attributes she’d stolen from people from years before. She would lose the shapely bum and seductive voice she had worked so hard to steal.

Thankfully, that was when her caretaker, Carl, proved his loyalty by doing as she pleased. He offered her love despite looking like she was in her sixties, and when he helped her rejuvenate her body, his love only grew. He convinced his coworker Deborah by pretending that her boyfriend wanted to give it to her. She would never find out the truth. Knowing all this, Abigail knew she’d found her new Mike, and all she had to do was satisfy his every desire. She was more than happy to worship his cock or let him caress every inch of her body now that the attribute stone had given her as much of Deborah’s youth as it could.

Carl further sealed his loyalty by returning the attribute stone to her precious jewelry box. Deborah, now wrinkled and weak, had no idea what had happened to her. Thankfully, as long as the pathetic man didn’t say anything, nobody would ever suspect that Abigail had absorbed her attributes. It had been years since she was able to attract others since Mike had died, and it was especially hard to convince anybody to help her with her attribute stone.

Now, the night called to her, and she was looking forward to Carl taking more pictures of her after a night of clubbing. With a body this attractive, she could get endless streams of income with Carl’s help. Money had always been an issue, and now she had some sort of stability with the body she had now. Her large breasts, toned legs, and gorgeous face were all thanks to Deborah. And with everything she had, Abigail was looking forward to manipulating some of the wealthier men looking to cheat on their wives. She excitedly picked up her purse and beckoned for Carl to follow her.