Swapped and confused

It was all so sudden.

It seemed like just another regular day for Mark. He had just got out of his office and as usual he headed to the market on the way to his home to catch something to eat for dinner. Most of the time he really didn’t mind being a 29 years old bachelor, but having to often resort to pre-baked meals to eat alone for dinner made him feel quite depressed. Plus it had been maybe months since he last got laid, and it was getting really frustrating for him. He craved for a good fuck. Then it happened.

It was so quick, almost like a blink of the eye. One moment Mark was putting again on the aisle one of those disgusting hungry-man meals he felt too bad to actually buy. And the next moment he found himself in a room, on a bed, looking at some bed sheets he was holding tight in his hands. The different location wasn’t the only thing that plummeted him in a state of total shock and confusion. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a slew of sensations and feelings that left him completely dazed. He felt sweat running on his forehead and on the back of his neck. A old breeze coming from an open window to his left that made his naked body shiver. The sound of two voices panting and moaning with pleasure. But most of all he felt his body stiffen rhythmically as waves of pleasure went through it, his breath getting heavier and heavier, as he felt like he was burning inside. He never felt anything like that before.

He arched his back and leaned his head forward overwhelmed by it all, which made locks of long, black air fall in front of his eyesight. He just now started to realize what was going on, as he felt two hand holding him from the hips, and noticed that that feminine moan of fatigue and pleasure he was hearing was actually coming from him. He noticed his petite hands with nail polish holding tight the sheets. He sensed a pair of breasts swinging back and forth on his chest. He could clearly feel something stiff going rhythmically in and outside what could only be a cunt, as its pace was getting faster and faster. It felt amazing.

But how could that be? What was going on? How did he end up like that? He wanted to let out a frightened scream, but all that came out of his mouth were cries of ecstasy. He tried to get out of that but he felt just so powerless. And as he felt the humping getting even faster and heard the guy by whom he was being fucked emit a muffled mutter he felt something warm being shot inside of him.

Just like it started, it all suddenly ended. He collapsed on the bed, shivering, as did the guy that now was leaning belly up by his left. He looked at him. He seemed like a guy in his early 20s, his young and healthy body covered in sweat, a tired but satisfied expression on his face. He wanted to say something, to get up and get the hell out of there, but he felt so tired and he was still trying to regain control of his breath, so he just remained there, dumbfounded, with his mouth ajar. As the guy turned towards him with a bright smile on his face their eyes met. <<C’était super mon amour.>> he said, leaning towards his face and giving him a tender kiss to which he didn’t respond.

Just as he was about to say something a commotion outside of the window got the attention of both of them. They heard a loud crash outside, alarms going off in the distance, and screams of terror all around. The guy quickly got up to go see what was happening, while mark turned on his back and looked down at his body. He was shaking as he stared at his slim hands and arms, his slender figure, his smooth skin, his full hips and his round breasts, on top of which two large nipples were standing hardened. He lightly touched them, which sent a shiver down his spine. Then his attention shifted towards his crotch, where he saw a shaved vagina with small drops of semen dripping out of it. He felt the wetness between his legs, and sensed the soreness of his new genitals. Somehow he was now a girl, and he had just been fucked for good. But how? How could that possibly be?

As he would find out later on, he was one of the many victims of the Great Shift. Across the whole world millions and millions of people switched bodies at the same time. The world was thrown into chaos and mayhem. Pedestrians suddenly found themselves driving some car in unknown roads, people going peacefully about their normal day were shifted into warzones in the middle-east, parents found themselves trapped in the bodies of their newborn children, and healthy people ended up as terminal patients on their death beds. And Mark had switched body with a young 20 years old girl in France, in the middle of a sexual intercourse with her boyfriend, who remained unaffected by the event. Mark would have had a lot to get used to in the following weeks, as would have most of the world. But for now there was only the confusion, the fear. And the pleasure.