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Burrito · 13 Nov 2025 -
As it turns out, plopping your soul into the opposite gender leads to unforeseen side-effects. You pick up on habits unnatural to you. Your appetite is all wonky and you caught the munchies. Oh and your junior’s not gone, it’s just found a new residence and is raring for some action...
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Cassie dragged me into my room. More appropriately, she attempted to drag me to this body’s room but I was too heavy for the petite goth. It took her ten seconds and half of her calories to carry me after I dropped on the floor (from whatever that was) and it took so long I actually regained energy to stand on my own and let her lead me to the room.
I sized her up. She was like a head shorter than me right now, which coincidentally was how I thought she would look like up close in my actual body.
“How tall am I?” Curiosity got the best of me.
“Five foot eleven. You forgot that too, huh. I guess you’re admirers below six foot have a shot now.” Okay, damn, what were they feeding Cassandra? She’s taller than me! It’s just an inch difference but that means everything in this metric.
“Admirers?” I wonder if they loved this body’s ‘heart’ or ‘peach’ first… half of em probably wanna get their face sat on. The other…
“Just a bunch of simps who want to bury their— quit rubbing your breasts, Cass.”
Cassie tried to slap my hand away. I was faster and dropped them before I could get hurt.
“I guess I do sports?”
“If you count Happy Thursday as a sport, then yes.”
She glared at me with her dark purple eyes before she made herself home on my chair.
I sat down ‘my’ bed. There was a full mirror facing and I could look at my dumbstruck expression. My crotch was starting to buzz again. I squeezed my thighs together hoping, with enough friction, I could satiate this need.
Is that normal?
“This is a dream…”
“There’s something wrong with you Cass. You need to see a doctor.”
“I’m fine!” I was serious this time. Cassie most likely never heard her friend talk this way. Her face scrunched into a deeper worry. “I’m. fine. I’m just trying something… different.”
“Okay…” she wasn’t convinced. The only way she would believe me if I mixed enough lies with truths.
“Like, I know I’m acting weird— hell five minutes ago I thought this was a dream.”
“Is that why you were checking yourself in the mirror earlier—“ Why does she he have to …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
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“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
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