Ben and Emma are teenagers who go to the same high school and have been next door neighbors since they were kids. But after drifting apart for a few years, can a body swapping app bring them back together? What does it mean for Emma's burgeoning with the school bully, Jake?This story covers the first half of the commission, due to length. The second half will be written and published in the coming weeks seperately.

Ben moved slowly through the bustling halls of Lincoln High, his face buried in the latest issue of Lunar Phantom, a new manga series he'd recently gotten into. He was an ordinary high school boy of medium build, with glasses perched precariously on his nose, hair unruly in a fashion that spoke more of negligence than style. His anime-themed backpack was more an advertisement of his passions than a call to belong. A sudden shout jolted him from his colorful world of dragons and mythical creatures. It was a voice he knew well. A voice that made his insides shrink and twist. Jake. Jake towered over the crowd, a behemoth in a letterman jacket, rippling muscles hinted at beneath the cloth. His presence was as chilling as a harsh winter's breeze, causing the sea of students to part as he strode towards Ben, eyes gleaming with a harsh intensity that promised trouble. "Hey, nerd," Jake sneered, swatting the manga from Ben's hands, sending it flying across the hallway. The bright panels of Lunar Phantom lay scattered on the floor, a stark contrast against the dull linoleum. The hallway fell silent, eyes darting from Ben to Jake and back, anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. "Whoops” laughed Jake. “Looks like you dropped your comic book!” Jake smirked at him like it was the funniest thing ever.  Ben reached down to pick up the scattered pages, hands shaking, but Jake's boot descended onto the colorful paper, grinding it under his heel. The snickers of Jake's friends echo’d around them. “Oi, Jake” a male voice said, gesturing. Around the corner came a beautiful girl wearing a cheerleader's uniform, and Jake quickly abandoned his mockery. He straightened up, pushing Ben to the side, and strode towards Emma. Left alone in the …

A device that lets one person possess another arrives at the high school! In the dorm room after dark, the girl’s take turns experimenting with it. In this chapter, Sophie takes over Olivia and shows off her body! The girls decide to play a game with the flute, making bets about what they could do in each other's bodies, but things might get just a little bit out of hand!

“I don’t think we should be playing with that.” said Olivia. As a prefect, she always thought it was her duty to be responsible. Unfortunately, this took the form of telling us not to do anything fun. It’s a shame, because she was really quite kind otherwise.“Shove it, Olivia!” laughed Ava, playfully. She snatched the package from Evelyn’s hands. “I want to see what it does!”It was Christmas evening at St Clare’s School For Girls, and Evelyn had just received a parcel from her great Aunt. It had arrived quietly in the evening, separate from all the other presents, and had come with a short note, written in a flowing old-lady script.“My dear Evelyn, this flute has been in my care for nearly a century. I’ve heard of your troubles this past year, so I loan it to you with the hope you use it wisely. Point the end of the flute at a bully and play a note to change their tune. Do not get carried away with it, girl. ~~ Mildrid”So it was we were now we huddled in the common room, wondering what it actually did.“We must be very careful.” warned Evelyn, “My great aunt is perhaps the most unusual woman in our family.”Ava chucked at that. She thought that Evelyn was the most unusual woman in her family.“We should hand it in to Professor Tumut”, said Olivia. “She’ll be able to tell us if it’s dangerous.”“And she’d never give it back!” complained Ava, “Let’s just try playing it first, quickly, see what it does.”“Who should we point it at?” I asked. “I don’t want to risk something bad happening to me.”“Try it on me then!” said Ava, opening the box and handing the flute to me. …

Hi there! I'm a 23-year-old woman, renting out my body to pay for medical school. I work with an agency that uses neuralink implants to let my renters see through my eyes, control my actions, and essentially live in my skin while I'm unconscious. Once their session is over, I wake up without any recollection of what they've done. It's like I was asleep or in a coma, but meanwhile my body was up and about doing things. The industry calls us 'bodies for rent' or 'meatsuits', though some of us prefer to be known as 'surrogates'.

I let people rent my meatsuit (and I can’t remember it) AMA Hi there! I'm a 23-year-old woman, renting out my body to pay for medical school. I work with an agency that uses neuralink implants to let my renters see through my eyes, control my actions, and essentially live in my skin while I'm unconscious. Once their session is over, I wake up without any recollection of what they've done. It's like I was asleep or in a coma, but meanwhile my body was up and about doing things. The industry calls us 'bodies for rent' or 'meatsuits', though some of us prefer to be known as 'surrogates'. It sounds scary, but it's completely safe, regulated, and - dare I say it - kinda fun. Let's get into all the gritty realities of the renting industry. Ask me anything!   How does it feel when you wake up after being 'rented'? Any physical fatigue? Great question! It's a bit like waking up from a deep sleep. There's a period of disorientation, but that clears up quickly. As for physical fatigue, it depends on what my body has been doing. If my renter had been doing strenuous activities, then yes, I might feel a little worn out.   Aren't you afraid that someone might misuse your body? That's a common concern, but the industry has safeguards in place. Renters sign contracts agreeing not to harm the body or engage in illegal activities. Plus, there's constant monitoring by a neutral third party during the rental period. If anything suspicious happens, they can shut down the session.   How much can you make in this business? It varies depending on factors like the duration of the session, what the renter plans to do, and even the desirability of the surrogate. I make …

Sarah Thompson is the only human in Monsfield, a place full of alien women who look like anthropomorphic Furries. Not only that, but they also are all nude! It's been a year since Sarah arrived. How is she adjusting?

Sarah Thompson stared up at the ceiling, her alarm clock having woken her with its ringing. A big part of her wanted to stay curled up under the covers and stay hidden, but her rumbling stomach had entirely different ideas. She didn’t want to leave her house, because it would mean that she would have to deal with all of them. Her neighbors. Her fellow citizens. Her community. Her stomach rumbled again, much louder and more intense. With a heavy sigh, she threw the covers off of herself. “Ugh, fine!” She shouted to herself and walked over to her closet, if it could even be called that. Hanging there was a soft wool shirt and a pair of denim jeans that clearly showed their age. It is what happens when you’re stuck in a town where no one wears anything. Well, that wasn’t quite right. When it got colder, some of the town folks would wear a thin shirt, but that was it, and that was only during the three winter months. Sarah groaned as she pulled them from their hanger. It was bad enough that she was already getting more used to sleeping in just her bra and panties. She held up the shirt and stared at it. There were bits and parts of it fraying at the seams. A few times, she has had to repair the little rips and tears that some of the neighbor’s kids accidentally made. A year’s worth of damage and wear and tear showed the effects of time; the color of the shirt having long faded from a crisp red to a pale pink. Her denim jeans were in far worse shape; having been torn and ripped to the point they were more patches than pants. The dark blue has long become washed …

I just want to enjoy my life! Why are you guys thinking of it as a hidden boss?! I'm not someone who is leading humanity to greatness! I'm just a humble farmer! What with that look?! I'm telling the truth!

I blink a few times before my eyes land on the man sitting behind the desk with a pile of paperwork on the table.   "Excuse me?"   He looks at me for a few seconds and tries to say something, but the phone on the table starts to ring. He gives me an apologetic expression and answers the phone.   What an unlucky guy. He needs some vacation. As a former office zombie myself, I know the struggle. Yup, former. I am not quitting or anything, but rather I'm dead. I know about it because I can see the roof fall on top of me.   While typing something, I can hear thunder, and the next thing I know, the roof of my house falls on top of me.   "Sorry about that."   I snap from my thoughts and see the man in front of me is back.   "Your name is Karlux Verrianbe, right? What a unique name." "Thank you. My mom gave it to me. She is a DnD player, you see? This is the name of her first character. Anyway, can I ask where this is?"   The man hums a little and searches for something from the stack of paper on the table.   "We are in Limbo." "Limbo?" "The line between life and death. The judgment place where I decide where you will go. Reincarnation river, hell, or heaven. However, you are currently in the place where someone who is not alive but also not dead." "Wait. Does that mean I'm not dead? Will I survive the accident?" "Oh no. You are dead. You did not survive the accident. The reason why you are here is that it was not your time to die. The system did not know where to put you …