Free Food

Eversince the Great Shift landed Sam in some girl's body his life has turned upside down. At first it was hard for him to be a girl, he had no idea on how to put on make up, put on bras, and other girly things.

Bt after some time went by, he had settled into his new body and assume his new identity. Her name is now Samantha, and she still had her knowledge as a guy so she could benefit from her new body. And right now she has the best time of her life.

She picked guys from dating apps, any guys. Guys who weren't affected by the great shift, even guys that used to be a girl before th great shift. Because she knew what they want, just show them a bit of cleavage and flirt a bit with them and she got her free meal for the night. If she's feeling adventorous maybe she could even get some 'dessert' from those guys.

Bickering to Brotherly

Raising two young boys was difficult, especially as a single mother and when they're at that age when all they do it fight and argue just for the sake of it. So when the Great Shift happened out of nowhere and we all got new bodies I thought it was only going to get worse.

For me it was fortunate, I only ended up in the body of a young mother from a few blocks over, so aside from getting a few years back not much changed for me. But for my sons they ended up in twin teenage sisters. I was not ready to deal with all the hormones in addition to their attitudes of their true ages...but that didn't happen. Somehow the two were bonding on a new level as sister, I don't know maybe it's that weird connection twins have or something. 

Now the only problem is that since they look like girls now they're asking a lot of questions and I wasn't anticipating a talk about stuff like that for another ten years.

The second great shift

Ok, I survived the first great shift. I was one of the very few not affected by it. My wife wasn't so lucky though. She ended up inside a 12 year old boy, while a priest ended up inside my wife's body. We got divorced of course, and the priest, inside my wife, became a nun. I know, really sad story.

But that's not the story I am here to tell. Years after the great shift, a second one hit the world. This time, I don't know how many people were affected, all I know is that this time I did become affected by it.

The first great shift, swapped the bodies of million of people around the world. But the second was a little bit different, it swapped the bodies of people around space and time.

Imagine my surprise when I suddenly find myself on a horse in the 1700. I lost control and fell. My horse kept running away. I stood up not knowing where I was. I had a pouncing headache. As I reached my head, I realized something was different. I was afraid to look, so with my other hand I examined my legs. "Shit" I said.

There was no denying it, I was a woman. At the time I didn't know I was in another time. So I kept walking, looking for help. "How can I help a young lad?" a man asked me with a heavy irish accent. "Yes, my horse ran away... and I hit my head" I replied. I too had a thick accent myself. "I know you, you are the wife of Ceallaigh" he said, "I'll take you to him".

He got his own horse, and helped me on it. I tried not to hold him, but I was scared of falling down, so I hugged him. I could feel my breasts pressing against his back.

As I saw the scenery, I realized I was indeed in a different place and time. I knew I was stuck, if people from my same time couldn't get back to their own lifes, how were I going to travel in time back to my own.

"This is it, your home" he said. I carefully jumped off the horse. "I'll be sure to tell my husband you helped me" I said. As I entered what was supposed to be my home, I saw a man repeating to himself, "not again, not again". "Ceallaigh?" I asked. "Sorry, I don't know who that is..." he responded. "Let me guess, you are not from this time" I said. "I am not even a man... well... I was a boy... and before that a woman" he said. I could relate. I hugged him.

"I am not really a woman either, I am from the 21st century" I explained. "So am I" he said with tears in his eyes. "I don't even know my name here... but back there I was known as John" I said. He stood up and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you John" he said, "I like that name, it reminds me of my husband, before the shift" he said. "Wait... you were a woman married to John, and then a boy after the great shift?" I asked. "Yes" he responded. "Amy?" I asked. "John?" he replied. We kissed each other. We were finally together again.

"I don't care if I am a woman now, and you are the man of the house. We are together. And that's all that matters" I said. We had sex right afterwards. Being the time this is, I got pregnant with our first child. And although life was great, and we never suffered another shift, everytime I give birth I wish we had 21st century medicine.

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.