Failure to Swap Back

It’s been an hour since my Swap Class partner, Victoria, and I swapped back, and of course something had to go wrong. The presentation went fine, that was the easy part: just talk about your experience as the other sex had some impact on your worldview and what issues you’ve gained insight on. Sure, I half-assed my half it, but I only took this class for the credit. Of course that had to bite me in the ass. Now Victoria and I are sitting in a doctor’s office accompanied by the social studies dean. Victoria sat pretty, back in her own body, while I stewed on the bed, now a girl. The doctor came in as I silently took in my new body. I looked like my mom, just younger and a bit more curvy. The doctor kept droning on as I flexed my fingers. “There was an issue with the machine.” she started, “You integrated too well with Victoria’s body, the machine thought you were female, and changed your body to match accordingly.” That last part snapped me out of my daze, “’Integrated too well?’ This whole class was about it!” Victoria snickered, to which the dean glared. The dean, an older lady, turned her gaze to me, “Now isn’t the time to be snippy, Daniel, we’re all as surprised as you. As this is the first year we’re running this program, we haven’t exactly had a problem like this?” Her look was soft, almost caring, and I couldn’t help but recline as she continued, “The curriculum was carefully designed to avoid the common caused of a failed swap: harsh drugs, injury, even… intercourse. You won’t be punished for it, Daniel, just tell me. Did you do anything?” I felt my cheeks flush and Victoria grinned. Maybe I had sex once, okay, like a dozen times at least, but it wasn’t my fault! Victoria’s body was just too hot, and it was so easy to get drunk, and it just felt… Good, way better than when I was a guy. Even so, I shook my head, “No, nothing like that.” to which the dean sighed, “You two just go back home. We’ll sort this out.”

## Two Weeks Later… I’ve been keeping to myself since that day. All my friends probably think I’m dead, but the worse part is Victoria’s practically the only person I can talk to. After all, she knows everything I did while in her body and holds it over my head constantly. Now she drags me on shopping trips, to the gym, and forces me to watch reality TV. The worse part is that it’s working. With each little top I try on, each TikTok she forces me record, it’s **like** worming inside my brain. **Gawd**, the attention I get feels so good now. I used to only get one or two girls a night out, but it’s **like** everytime I go out it's like **I can feel every guy's eyes on me**. It's kinda addictive. Victoria's been wanting me to go out with a few of her friends, and if they're anything like her I'm going to need a bigger wallet, or **purse.**

## Six Weeks Later… So, **like** I don’t think the swap machine **or whatever** is going to be fixed, but **to be honest, I’m loving this new me!** Vikky introduced me to all her friends and it’s been amazing! I’ve **totally** forgotten about my old friends from when I was a **loser** they just don’t suit me anymore. Besides, Victoria's, or Vicky, friends aren't that bad, they're just... **really good at styling you. It just comes out agressive.** It took a two day shopping spree, but they're finally happy with me. When I look into the mirror, I see somone I would have called a slut, bitchy, maybe even a thot, but now... I feel **hot, alluring, bitchy, yes, but in a good way.** But there was one thing left: my hair. It was a kinda boring brown, a sore thumb inbetween 3 blondes, but I caved when Vicky pointed it out. Finally, I spent half my paycheck and what seemed like half a day for a professional bleaching, and at the end I was **one of them.** The attention online has only gotten better with their **help**. My Tiktok has gotten **like super popular**, sure, a lot of it is just guys using me to jerk off, **but I love it all the same.** I just haven’t gotten **dicked down** in this body yet… **They could help with that**

## Eight Weeks Later… Friday night was a blur, **guy to guy**, club to club. **Amazing. I must have grinded on a hundred diffrent guys.** I may have drank too much, but that only **made the night feel more amazing**. Fianlly, when we were too drunk to dance and our Uber dropped us off at Vicky's apartment, we turned to gossip. Vicky giggled as she slaped my butt, **making me moan**, "Dannie, you slut! You should like totally make an OnlyFans. You'd like make so much money!" At first, I felt kinda offended, **but I, like, already make thirst traps on TikTok, so what’s the difference**? So I made the account, posted a little add on my TikTok, and let it sit for the night.A week later and I’m **so glad I listened! I like don’t even need a job now!** The money I've been investing into my "buisness": a new wardrobe, redoing my hair, paying nights out. Plus, **the dick I can get is just like… wow. Way better when I’m in my own body. I feel like a goddess now between my little posy and all the guys that want me. Right now we're planning a beach trip, 'bout to have a few more subscribers as well. That swap class was the best mistake ever!**