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Another day of freshman year at university down and I felt just as exhausted as every other day. Hours of lectures, assignments, to finally get to go home just to have to do more schoolwork. I needed a break so I walked down the street to my friend Zach’s house. We had been friends since I could remember, even now we were going to the same university and taking the same classes. I had been over to his house so much that his parents were almost like my secondary parents. I knock on the door and Zach answers. “You here to work on that Sociology paper?” He asks seeming slightly let down. “Hell no, I need a break from all that college stuff, wanna play some video games?” I reply in a defeated tone. He seemed to empathize, almost as if he’d been feeling the same way. “I was hoping you’d say that, come on man.” He says with a smile and lets me in.

I walk inside, Mr. Jacobs was sitting in his chair like he usually was after he got home from work, dressed in his usual polo shirt and khaki pants, hair gelled to the side like it had been for the last 15 years. I start to wonder, would it be easier to live a life like that? A life already set in stone, a steady good paying job that ended once he got home, being a respected member of society, people looking at you with respect, a wife and 3 kids that loved you, the typical easy going dad life. “Hey Zach I’ll meet you upstairs in a minute.” I say as he heads up to his room. “Alright, don’t be too long, I gotta beat you in smash again.” He teases as he walks to his room.

I approach Mr. Jacobs to ask about what had been on my mind. He notices me, puts down his newspaper and smiles at me in that reassuring dad look that made it seem like everything would be alright. “Hey buddy, somethin on your mind kiddo?” He asks in a way only a concerned dad ready to help out could. “It’s been a tough semester Mr. Jacobs.” I reply. “I’m sorry buddy, I’ve noticed Zach has been struggling a little bit too. My first semester at college was a bit rough too, but it all paid out in the end to set up the future I wanted, and plus I ended up making some of the best memories I ever had there. It’s where I met my wife.” He said reassuringly.

“I wanted to ask you” I paused for a second, unsure how to form my words or how it would sound to him. “Does it get easier? It’s been real hectic recently and it doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon, but your life seems so amazing. You have a great job, an amazing family, you’re respected, you always seem so happy, like you beat life and have everything you could ever want. To be honest with you sir, it’s envious and I want that exact type of life you have, to be just like you, you’ve always been a great mentor and I really look up to you, but it seems so unattainable.” This response from me made him smile. “Well thank you Jack. Yeah my I love my job, my family, and the life we built. I’m glad I’ve been even remotely good enough for you to look up to me as a mentor. And I would say it does get easier, once you have things settled and figured out.” This is about what I expected to hear, that it gets better but not anytime soon. “But” he interjected, “It’s not as good as you may think. Don’t get me wrong I love my family, and our life, but it does get repetitive. Going to work, coming home, raising a family, nothing more to work towards, and plus getting older means more random pains.” He adds chuckling slightly. “Even though it was rough at times, I would absolutely go back and do it all again, to be able to run wild, go out and party all night with no repercussions. It’s something a lot of young people take advantage of Jack. Dare I say I’d even trade places with ya.” He sits back in his chair and takes a sip of his coffee.

This response stunned me, he wanted to go back? Even more shocking, he’d trade places with me? That sounded like a dream that unfortunately could never come true. “You’d…..trade places with me?” I respond confused.

“Well yeah, you got your whole life ahead of you buddy, a world of possibilities. A life of memories to make, you’re so young and can do anything, even if there is some difficulty still in the near future.” I couldn’t even process that he was serious, I thought he was just saying that to make me feel better. “It’s interesting you’d say you’d swap places with me since, well I would absolutely trade places with you in a heartbeat sir.”

He put down his coffee and raised an eyebrow. “Really?” He says intrigued. “Well absolutely, you have this amazing life already figured out, you have a job I’d want, you have a family I would love, an amazing house I’d take care of, what’s not to want?” He stares at me with a smile on his face, almost as if something he’d been waiting for had finally happened. He got up from his chair, walked over to a cupboard in the living room, dress shoes clacking on the floor. He opens the cupboard and pulls out an ancient looking locked box and pulls a key out of his pocket. He opens the box, takes out an old looking coin, puts the box back and sits back down in front of me.

“What’s that sir?” I ask intrigued. “This Jack, is a swap coin.” He replies. “A swap coin?” I ask confused. “Yep, it’s been passed down through my family for multiple generations. The family legend is it allows two people to swap bodies, and gaining access to their memories. I’ve never used it but that’s the story my dad told me, his dad told him, and so on.” I thought this sounded insane but he was dead serious. What did he bring this out for? Then it clicked, he was dead serious. “Wait….you actually want to….” I say unable to form the words. “Yep, with as much as you say you want my life, I wouldn’t mind trading bodies for a while, maybe even permanently.” I couldn’t even wrap my head around this. Everything I ever wanted was right here this whole time and all I had to do was ask Mr. Jacobs? “Are you sure you’re ready to give up all this?” I ask him, I wanted his life no doubt but he had more to lose than me, a wife and kids, a career, a life he’d been building for 46 years. “I’m certainly ready to give it a try, we can swap back at anytime. I say we give it a month, then meet back up and discuss if we want to swap back or not.”

I couldn’t even contain my happiness. “I’m all in sir!” I told him excitedly. “A few rules now Jack.” He said in his stern dad tone. I perked up and listened intently, keen to not ruin this opportunity. “You mustn’t tell anyone about the swap, not the kids, my wife, anyone at my job, your family, anything.” I nod in understanding. “The coin will give you my memories, so you will be able to act as me seamlessly. Let’s agree for this first month to not to anything too crazy, obviously we’re doing this to experiment, but let’s hold off on any of the crazy shenanigans until we decide if we want to permanently swap or not.” He finishes. “Yes sir” I respond.

He places the coin in his hand. “To swap, both of us must be firmly touching it. Just shake my hand when you’re ready.” I was shaking with excitement. I thought of my parents, Zach, college, my future. It almost made me want to go back, I reminded myself it wasn’t permanent and that it was only a month commitment. I braced myself, outstretched my hand, and shook Mr. Jacobs hand firmly. Everything went black.

When I woke up, I thought it was time to get ready for class, it felt like I’d just had a deep night sleep. But I woke up in the same place I was, well almost. I felt a little dizzy, but still something was off. I put my hand on my head and immediately remembered. Oh my god, it worked. When my hand touched my head immediately felt the cold from the wedding band now on my hands, signaling my new 25 year marriage. I also felt my hand collide with the glasses I now wore. And lastly, I felt the gel used to comb my hair to the side. I looked down, and there it was, there I was. The same polo shirt, khaki pants, and dress shoes that Mr. Jacobs- that I always wore. I looked at the floor and saw my old body get up off the floor and sit on the couch, examining his new self.

“It worked!” I exclaimed, my voice now much deeper, one of the many things I was starting to like about my new body. “It sure did” my old body replied. Mr. Jacobs stood up in my old body, “man it’s been forever since I’ve felt this nimble” he says happily. “Hope you enjoy it JACK, I’m certainly enjoying this already.” I replied, calling him by my name to try and get used to our new roles, which made him smile. Zach came downstairs “dude are you coming or what? Don’t try to duck me now! You two discussing the meaning of life or something?” He joked. “Sorry son” I replied in my deep voice. It felt so strange to call my best friend my son, and even stranger that he actually was, and that we were no longer best friend but now father and son. “Jack was just looking for some advice. You should get up there Jack.” I said winking at my old body. “Alright I’m coming! And I’m totally gonna kick your ass- oh, sorry for swearing Mr. Jacobs.” He replied, playing my role very well. “It’s alright Jack, you boys let me know if you’re hungry and I’ll make dinner.” I added, eager to play out my new dad role. “Thanks Mr. Jacobs.” My old body replied. “Any time Jack.” I replied with a smile as my old body as my new son headed upstairs.

As the door closed I let out a breath of relief and continued examining my new body. My polo was drenched, I assume from the swap. I got up, almost stinking getting used to Mr. Jacobs- my new height and weight. Going from 5’7 145lbs to 6’2 200lbs was a big change, but definitely a welcome one. I walked up stairs, loving the sound of my dress shoes clacking on the floor, the sound of Mr. Jacobs walking around his house corresponding to my movements. I walked into my new bedroom, I hesitated for a second, but then remembering it was now mine and no longer an off limits area of the house. I walked inside, getting immense pleasure from the fact that my new tall frame barely fit under the door frame. I stripped my shirt off and tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper, then headed to the bathroom to dry off. I took my towel off the hanger but stopped before drying myself off. There Mr Jacobs stood, no, there I, Kevin Jacobs stood. I had always seen Mr. Jacobs as a father figure, never realizing how good looking he was. And now here I was in his body, shirtless. I stared into the mirror at my salt and pepper hair, my dad attire, and best of all, my hairy and surprisingly muscular chest.

I couldn’t help but put my hands on my new pecs and feel down my abs. It almost felt wrong, but it was my body now so why not? Every inch of skin and hair that brushed against my hands felt like heaven. I was basically a hairless twig in my old body, but now? This was a man’s body, and boy was it good. I was unable to take my eyes off the mirror, locking eyes with my new reflection, staring into my own brilliant blue eyes as I explored every inch of this new perfect body. As I did, I noticed something tight, I felt down and realized, my body was enjoying this. When my hand touched my pants I felt a massive cock. Around 10 inches if I had to guess. “Holy shit” I said to myself. It was weird to hear Mr. Jacobs curse, he never did, as he was an avid church member and never wanted to swear around his kids. But there was no other word for what I had found. Even just touching it felt blissful. I was about I explore further until I heard the bus outside and remembered. Cody, my new 7 year old sun should be getting home around this time. I dried off quickly, ran to the closet which was full of very formal clothes, took one of the many polos off the hanger and tucked it into my pants. Not my usual style, but hey I had to dress the part. I ran downstairs and opened the door, walking briskly and confidently towards the bus stop, as if I was a dad and belonged out here with all the other parents. I saw one of Mr. Jacob’s friends, Mr. Hawthorne, or Andy I guess I’d call him now, standing there with his daughter and Cody, watching him til I got there. He noticed me and I gave a wave. “Hey Kevin” he said. “Howdy Andy, thanks for watching Cody for me, running a little late.” I chuckled, attempting to blend into my new persona. “Oh it’s no problem Kev. See ya tomorrow.” He replied holding his daughter’s hand and walking her home.

Cody turned towards me and gave me a big hug. “I missed you at school daddy”. This made me smile, I was really starting to feel like a dad. I lifted him up with surprising ease and gave him a tight hug. I guess dad strength was a real thing. “I missed you too buddy. Alright let’s go home, I’ll make you a snack and I’ll help you with your homework. The sooner we get it done the sooner we can practice baseball in the yard.” I replied as if he was my own son, which I guess he was now.

I set Cody down at the kitchen table and grabbed him a snack while he was getting out his homework. I made a pb&j for the both of us and poured him a glass of milk and brought it to the table, sitting down right next to him. “Here you go kiddo. Alright what are we working on today?” I ask him. “We learned about multiplication today daddy. It was really cool! They want us to practice at home.” He replied very excitedly. “Multiplication? Wow! That’s so cool! Alright let’s get this done so we can play. I sat down with him, until we finished, letting him figure it out and only intervening when he was stuck to give him pointers. Around 30 minutes later he was done. “Wow you did that so quick, good job buddy!” I say trying to encourage my new son. I gave him a celebratory high five. I wasn’t sure why, it was almost instinct. Seems like that coin really did give memories.

Just as promised, me and Cody headed outside to practice baseball. Again, somehow knowing, I opened the toy box on the front porch and grabbed a ball, some mitts, and a bat. He looked so excited to play ball with his dad, I couldn’t stop smiling even if I tried, just providing my family with happy memories was more than enough to satisfy me forever. I remembered in my old body, which seemed like it was in a completely different universe, doing the same thing with my dad as a kid. Now here I was doing the same thing but on the other side.

We continued practicing, I gave him some pointers, congratulated him on catches and good hits. We only stopped when Mrs. Jacobs- I mean my wife pulled into the driveway. “Look who it is Cody!” I pointed towards my new wife. “Mommy!” He shouted as he ran towards her and hugged her, just as he did to me earlier. When I looked up from Cody to her, I noticed 2 things. Number one, this body was extremely attracted to her, makes sense I guess. I was not attracted to her in my old body, but this one was. I had to stuff those desires down deep, family came first, fun later. The second thing I noticed, was the baby in her arms. I had forgot that the Jacobs family just had another baby. “Hi Cody!” She said hugging him with her free arm that wasn’t holding our baby, Stanley. “You’re practicing baseball with daddy? You were doing so good when I drove past!” She said to him. “Alright let’s go inside, I’m about to order dinner.” She said to him, he obeyed his mother and left me and her to talk. When we locked eyes, there was a mutual smile, a love that hadn’t dissipated in the 25+ years we’d known each other. I walked over to her and hugged her, then kissed her. Her lips felt like coming home, retuning to something I’d missed for so long but never knew I had lost. “How was your day honey?” I asked. “Well, typical long day at work, but little Stanley is sitting up on his own now!” She replied excitedly. “What! That’s great, our little baby growing so quick.” I say, feeling as if this had always been my family. “Can you take him babe? I need to get ready for our dinner tonight and order the kids food.” She asked me. That’s right, I remembered now, our 25th anniversary had just passed and this was the night we were celebrating. “Of course I can hon. You go get ready, and me and little Stanley are gonna have a great time while mommy gets ready.” I say, completely overcome with baby fever. “Thanks hon, I shouldn’t be too long.” She said walking upstairs towards our room to get ready.

I cradled the infant in my arms, completely in love with my new life. The way Stanley looked into my eyes made me realize what I had been missing from life and what I wanted to do with the rest of it. “You’re sitting up all on your own now? You’re so big!” I say softly to him. I tie him a kiss on the cheek, “you’re the cutest little thing ever you know that?” I say, more invested in my new life than ever before. I took him upstairs and played with him for about an hour, including calling to order pizza for the boys while we were gone. I went to Zach’s room and knocked on the door with my free hand. “It’s dad”. He opened the door, “hey I just ordered pizza for you two and Cody, should be here in about 30 minutes. Remember me and your mother are going out tonight, so I need you to take care of your brothers, we should only be gone for 2 hours.” I said in a calm but authoritative tone, letting him know that he was responsible for these 2 kids while we were out. “Sure thing dad, thanks for the pizza.” He replied. “Yeah thanks for the pizza Mr. Jacobs, I’ll help Zach with Stanley and Cody.” I heard my old body say from the room. “Well thank you Jack, I really appreciate your help.” I said with a smile as I went back downstairs to feed Stanley his bottle. I grabbed it out of the fridge, put it in the microwave for a few seconds, then fed it to him. It was so gratifying, feeding my new infant. I was so glad I said year to the swap and got to skip all the lead up to this. As I finished burping Stanley, my wife walked downstairs in a beautiful dress, makeup and hair done perfectly. “Wow, you look amazing honey” I said as she walked into the living room. She looked more stunning. My old body was bisexual but usually leaned more towards men, but this woman was more beautiful to my new eyes than any person I’d ever seen. I stood up and walked towards her. “I mean it, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.” I said in a soft but serious tone. She blushed in response “You’re the sweetest husband ever.” She said back to me. We shared a kiss before I handed Stanley back to her so I could go get ready. “I already gave Stanley his bottle, and I ordered pizza for the boys, Jack is over right now, he said he’d help Zach watch the kids tonight.” I filled her in as I walked upstairs to change. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them into the hamper, agin noticing my new handsome body, I just had to give it a quick feel up. Again, I wanted nothing more than to milk my new bull cock which was sticking out a long ways from my boxers, but I didn’t have time. I walked into the closet and grabbed a nice black suit and tie, an undershirt, a white dress shirt, black dress shoes and a blue pattern tie. I headed towards the mirror so I could watch me dress myself. I only got harder with every piece of clothing I put on, seeing Mr. Jacobs body under my control, dressing in his suits that always made him look so powerful and handsome. Once I was finished dressing I added some gel and water to my hair to make it look a bit more formal and put together. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Man did I look handsome. I stuffed the desire to whip my cock out while kissing my reflection deep down, and left my room. I knocked on Zach’s door again. He opened it and I could see my wife already gave Stanley to the 2 boys. I knew with Mr. Jacobs in my old body there that the kids would be more than ok. I let Zach know “We’re about to leave son. Make sure to keep an eye on the boys and make sure Cody eats and gets to bed in time.” I ordered. “Will do dad, have fun.” He said. “Lookin spiffy Mr. Jacobs, congrats on 25 years.” He said to me, I chuckled a bit. “Thanks boys” I said with a smile, then closing the door and heading downstairs.

“You look so handsome babe.” My wife said to me, giving me a kiss. “Well thank you honey, you ready?” She nodded, I made sure I had my essentials and headed out the door to Mr. Jacobs- I mean my expensive Mercedes. I opened the door for my wife, who then complimented me on being a gentleman. I got into the drivers seat and drove towards the fanciest restaurant in town. We talked about various things on the way. Such as Zach being all grown up, Cody and Stanley’s futures, both of our experiences at work recently, regular married couple things to talk about. We pulled into the restaurant, I held the door for my wife as we walked inside. We walked up to the desk and the waiter greeted us. “Good evening sir, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” He asked. “Yes, under Kevin.” I replied. He looked at the tablet for my name, “Ah, yes sir, dinner for 2.” He grabbed some menus and silverware as another employee came up to me and asked “May I take your jacket sir?” In a very polite manner. I wasn’t used to places like this, the hospitality was amazing. “Yes, please” I replied as I took my suit jacket off and handed it to the man who hung it up on a hanger with our corresponding table number above it. “Right this way sir.” The waiter said with a smile as he led us to our table. I pulled out my wife’s chair for her to sit down before sitting down myself.

We quickly ordered, deciding on a glass of champagne, and a steak and salad for the both of us. We spent most of the dinner looking down memory lane at our relationship. It was so strange that I just knew this woman as my friend’s mom earlier today, and now she was my wife who I would die before I let anything happen to. It was also strange reminiscing on memories I hadn’t lived, even though I had them and could tell you exactly where I was inside them, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was here, having an amazing dinner with my gorgeous wife. I was looking forward to another 25 years, then I remembered, me and Mr. Jacobs only agreed to swap for a month. Well I certainly didn’t want to swap back, all I could do was hope he didn’t want to either, and enjoy the moment with my current wife. After reliving the best moments of our relationship, some much needed time alone, and a bottle of champagne later, I paid the check, grabbed my jacket, and drove myself and my wife back home.

When we got home, the first thing I did was check on the kids, those parental instincts taking over. I silently checked on Cody and Stanley, each were sound asleep. I knocked on Zach’s door again, he answered. “Thanks for taking care of the boys Zach.” I said in a genuine manner. “No problem dad. Jack went home but he said to tell you he said thank you for the advice and the dinner, and that he’s gonna text you about something important tomorrow.” He replied. “Gotcha, thanks.” I said as I walked back into my room.

I could see my wife getting undressed, so I did the same, hanging my dress clothes back up and putting my under shirt in the hamper. My wife was in the middle of changing with her back towards me. We were finally alone, I couldn’t stop staring at her perfect ass. Remembering all the times we, well Mr Jacobs and her, had sex, including when we conceded our kids. My new cock immediately spring to max length. She pulled off her dress and heels, went into the closet to hang them up. When she came out, she noticed me hard as a rock and gave a devious smile. “Get over here Mr. Husband.” She demanded. “Yes ma’am.” I obeyed. I walked over to her and immediately we began to make out passionately. I had never had sex with a woman before but this new body already knew what to do, I was almost going on autopilot. She stripped off both of our underwear, pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me as she stroked my new cock. My member had been begging for attention all day, and now it was getting it all at once, but I was determined not to go out early. I slipped 2 fingers inside her, and begin making the motions Mr. Jacob’s body knew would work best. She began to moan between breaths. Not long after she flipped us over so she was on the bottom. “Take me” she said in a breathy voice. That line was like a command that activated a sleeper agent. Immediately upon receiving this permission, I slipped my cock, drenched in so much pre cum that I didn’t need any lube, inside her and immediately went all the way in. She struggled to keep her voice down, and I struggled not to burst right there. I paused for a minute before resuming, giving rhythmic, powerful strokes while kissing her, both of her breast’s in my hands. “Oh my god, Kevin” she let slip out. That made me somehow get harder. This was kinda messed up, but that’s what made it so amazing. The fact that I was in this man’s body, taking over his life, using his cock to fuck his wife, while she called me his name and begged me to do it and had no idea I was an imposter. We went on for about another 30 minutes in various positions, before she locked her legs around my back, blocking me from pulling out and forcing me deeper. “Can my big strong manly husband give his wife another kid?” She teased to get me to go harder. “Oh you bet I can” I replied. I knew this was it, so I went harder than I ever had, reminding myself of my situation, thinking about how I was Kevin Jacobs, fucking MY wife, with MY huge cock, and could get her pregnant again. And immediately after that thought, my whole body tensed up and I began to shoot the biggest load I ever had into my wife. This was enough to send her over the edge, making her cum too, her wetness only making my orgasm last longer. Once I finished I rolled over and laughed. I looked at her “I love you so much honey.” And gave her a kiss before we both got up and began to clean up. We each took turns in the shower, then got ready for bed. Mr. Jacobs habits taking over, I began his nightly reading session while my wife laid her head on my shoulder. Once I noticed she was asleep, I put the book away and my set glasses on the end table. I looked at my wedding ring and touched it, glancing at my wife, smiling, before turning the light off, and snuggling my wife as I drifted off to sleep. This was everything I’d ever hoped for. An amazing wife with an amazing sex life, I had an amazing job, house, and car, and 3 amazing sons. Life couldn’t get better, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, and my wife had already gone to work and took Stanley to daycare, Cody and Zach had gone to school. I got up, grabbed a suit and got dressed for my first day at Mr. Jacob’s job. I took a look at myself all dressed up, the sight still hadn’t got old, man I looked good in a suit I thought to myself. As I was grabbing my breakfast and coffee before heading out, I got a text. It was from my old body. “Hey Mr. Jacobs, I know it’s soon, but I had a great night last night. I realized this is what I’ve wanted for a while. I don’t want to swap back. What are your thoughts?”

I beamed when I saw this, he didn’t want to swap back either! Yes! “Glad you’re enjoying yourself Jack. And I’m also glad you don’t want to swap back, because last night was the best night of my life. I realized I love nothing more than this amazing family and being with them.”

“Perfect. Thanks Mr. Jacobs” he texted back.

“Of course buddy, remember you can talk to me about anything, you’re like a son to me.” I assured him.

“I appreciate that Mr. Jacobs.” He replied

I smiled, realizing that this was my new life, forever, til the day I died. I grabbed my breakfast and briefcase, and headed off to work.

By three-thirty on Thursday, he was in one of his moods: jaw tight beneath that thick bristly mustache, suit jacket off, shirtsleeves rolled, voice carrying through the glass wall of his office. Outside, the late afternoon light striped the carpet in gold, but inside Martin’s office everything felt gray and tense.

Owen stood in front of the desk with a yellow legal pad in his hands, trying to stay upbeat. Owen was young, mid-20s, with curly hair and a fresh face. What he lacked in experience he made up in gumption and determination.

“I know the numbers weren’t in the format you wanted,” he said carefully, “but I already fixed the regional totals, and I think I can have the revised—”

“You think,” Martin snapped. Owen stopped.

Martin leaned back in his chair and rubbed a hand over the bald crown of his head. The salt-and-pepper hair around the sides caught the light. He looked like a man held together by caffeine, resentment, and pure force of will.

“That’s the problem,” Martin said. “You’re always thinking, always improvising, always smiling like this is some kind of summer camp. This is not school. This is not practice. This is my office, and when I ask for something done, I expect it done right the first time.”

Owen swallowed. He was used to Martin being hard on him. He was not used to being dressed down like this over a spreadsheet he had, in fact, mostly salvaged from someone else’s mess.

“I was trying to help.”

Martin stood. Even at average height, he had presence. In a dark suit vest and white shirt, he looked solid, immovable, like one of those old executive portraits that had learned how to shout.

“I do not pay you to try, Owen. I pay you to listen.” Martin came around the desk. “Do you have any idea how much pressure I am under? Do you have any idea how much of this place rests on me not making mistakes while people like you float around with good attitudes and no obvious consequences?”

Owen took a step back. Martin took another step forward. And then, with Martin mid-sentence and Owen’s heel catching on the edge of the rug, the overhead lights burst white. Not popped. Not flickered. Burst.

A hard, impossible flash swallowed the office whole. The sound that came with it was not electrical. It was deeper. Like the crack of a tree splitting in winter. Then darkness.

Then the hum of the lights returning. Owen stumbled backward and caught himself on the desk taking a seat in Martin’s chair.

Everything felt wrong immediately. His shirt collar was tighter. His chest heavier. His knees less springy. His vision seemed lower and steadier and framed by a face that didn’t move the way he expected. He looked down and saw broad, older hands braced against polished wood. A silver watch. Dark hair dusting the forearms. The sleeves of a much more expensive shirt than he owned.

Across from him, behind the desk, stood a younger man with curly dark hair, startled blue-green eyes, and Owen’s face. Both of them froze.

Martin—inside Owen’s younger body—looked down at himself, then up again, all the color draining from his younger face.

Owen lifted one hand to his own mouth and felt the thick bristly mustache.

“No way” Owen muttered. But the deep breath that answered him came from Martin Pike’s chest.

Martin spoke first, except now his voice came out young and light and shaken. “What did you do?”

Owen stared at him. Then at the office window reflection. Then back.

His heart was hammering, but underneath the panic was something stranger. A hot, electric thrill.

“I didn’t do anything,” he said—and the voice that came out was Martin’s rough baritone. The sound of it made both of them flinch.

Martin lunged for the desk phone, fumbled it, nearly dropped it, and stared at the buttons like he had never seen one before.

Owen watched him. Martin jabbed the receiver, then stopped. He blinked. Looked at the monitor. Looked at the phone again.

“What—” His mouth opened and closed.

“What is extension for Sheila?” he demanded. Owen knew it instantly. Not remembered. Knew.

“Two-four-six-one,” he said.

Martin stared at him. Owen stared back.

And in that terrible suspended moment they both understood the second part of the disaster.

The swap had not only traded their bodies. It had taken Martin’s experience, instincts, and command of the job and dropped all of it into Owen. And it had stripped Martin bare.

Martin tried the phone again, slower this time, his hands clumsy. “Why don’t I know that?”

Owen’s pulse jumped. He turned toward the computer screen on the desk and, without thinking, reached for the mouse, opened the draft budget file, scanned it, and immediately understood the figures. The reporting categories. The errors. The fixes. Even the political implications behind how the memo needed to be phrased.

It flooded him so naturally that he almost laughed. Instead he whispered, stunned, “I know everything.”

Martin looked up sharply. For the first time in the history of their working relationship, Owen saw real fear in Martin Pike’s eyes.

The next hour passed in a blur of damage control. Martin wanted to call an ambulance. Then HR. Then, irrationally, the police. Owen, sitting in Martin’s chair because it felt weirdly natural, talked him out of all three.

“And say what?” Owen asked. “That your intern stole your body with office lighting?”

Martin paced in Owen’s younger body, full of restless energy he clearly didn’t know how to contain. “This is not funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” But part of Owen did think it was. Not the body swap itself. That was insane. Catastrophic. Unfixable.

But the sensation of sitting in Martin’s office with Martin’s authority in his spine and Martin’s knowledge in his head? That part felt disturbingly, gloriously right.

When Sheila buzzed from reception asking if “Mr. Pike” still wanted the 4:30 moved, Owen answered without hesitation.

“Yes. Push it to tomorrow morning. Tell them I’ve reviewed the draft and I’ll send notes tonight.” He hung up. Martin stared.

Owen could feel a smile pressing at the corners of Martin’s mouth and fought it down. “We should play along for now.”

Martin’s younger face tightened. “Play along.”

“You don’t know how to do your job anymore. I do.” Owen said.

The words landed hard.

Martin sank slowly into the chair across from the desk—Owen’s usual chair, his own body folded into it with humiliating ease. “This can’t be permanent.”

“No,” Owen said. But he did not sound convincing. A few minutes later, Owen rose and said, “I need a minute.”

He did not ask permission. He simply walked into Martin Pike’s private bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him.

For a second he only stood there, staring at the stone counter, the soft recessed lighting, the framed abstract print on the wall. Martin had a private bathroom. Of course he did. It was absurdly polished, quiet, hidden away from everyone else, a small kingdom inside the office.

Then Owen looked up into the mirror. Martin Pike looked back. Bald crown. Salt-and-pepper hair around the sides. Thick bristly mustache. Stronger jaw than Owen had appreciated. Fine lines at the corners of the eyes. A face made handsome not by softness but by weathering. A face Owen had occasionally secretly fantasized about while masturbating…a face he now wore.

Owen stepped closer. He touched the mustache first, almost reverently, then the rougher skin of the cheek. His own expression—Martin’s expression now—shifted with wonder. He loosened the collar. Pressed a hand to the broad chest beneath the shirt. Turned sideways to study the older frame, the average build, the heavier solidity of it.

He laughed once under his breath, not because it was funny but because it felt impossible. He rolled Martin’s shoulders, testing them. Adjusted the tie. Met his own gaze in the mirror again and saw not just the body but the life wrapped around it: status, house, family, decisions, consequence.

For the first time in his life, nobody would look at him and see “young.” Nobody would call him eager like it was a flaw. Nobody would pat him on the back and tell him he had potential.

Potential was over. Power had arrived. Owen felt a surge of desire rise within himself. He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He gave one nipple a little pinch, then the other - sensitive. He let out a soft baritone moan.

He started to unbutton his pants and then paused a moment…was he crossing a line? The very thought sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his new older dick start to chub at the anticipation of discovering his new body - of Martin’s body.

Owen proceeded and as he pulled his boxers over his hairy bush his dick slowly becoming visible flopped out. “Whoa…” Owen thought at the sight of the 8” thick uncut penis now on full display. The sight of it turned Owen on - his erection grew.

He reached a thick hairy hand down and gave his new member a little tug. He inspected how the weight of his new member shifted, the way it responded. He reached behind and felt two golf ball sized nuts in a long dangling sack.

Owen grabbed his cock with one hand and started to pump his shaft. Softly at first but before long his body’s muscle memory shifted into gear and he moved up to the head - sliding his new foreskin over his glans. It felt sensitive in a way his younger cut cock did not. Gradually, his pace quickened. He started visualizing naked women - another “acquired skill.” The realization startled him at first but he shortly gave into the flow of his new urges. After a couple minutes imaging fucking a 25 year old admin in the office with perky breasts and a slim waist, Owen felt the heat build up across his body and release in an  instant as he ejaculated ropes of thick creamy cum on the mirror. “Whoa…” he muttered again before cleaning up. 

When Owen came back out, Martin was sitting hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at the carpet still in shock.

“You were gone a while” Martin said somewhat suspiciously. Owen thought fast and made an excuse about older men and their prostates - which Martin seemed to half buy. Either way Martin wasn’t in the mood to discuss Owen touching his dick - either to pee or more likely not.

They left separately at the end of the day to avoid attention. Owen drove Martin’s car home under strict instructions on how to behave around his family and to not touch his wife.

For Owen, even the drive felt different. He sat differently. Thought differently. When he pulled into the driveway of Martin’s house just after six, he had to sit for a moment with both hands on the wheel. A large suburban home. Bikes near the garage. Porch light already on.

Then the front door opened and two children burst out shouting, “Dad!” Owen barely had time to brace before they hit him around the waist. A moment later Martin’s wife stepped into the doorway, smiling in tired relief. “You’re late.”

Owen looked at her, at the children, at the home he had inherited by accident. The warm smell of dinner drifted out past them. Domestic noise. Familiar intimacy meant for someone else. He should have felt horror. Instead he felt the scale of Martin’s life settling over him like a coat too heavy to shrug off.

Inside, family photos lined the hallway. Martin at a beach. Martin at a school play. Martin younger, less severe, one arm around his wife on their wedding day, full head of hair proudly on display - still with the same mustache. Evidence everywhere that the man Owen had known only as a voice behind a desk existed in three dimensions. And now Owen had walked into all of it.

Across town, Martin climbed the stairs to Owen’s apartment with a backpack slung over one shoulder and anger burning in his throat.

He hated how light his body felt. Hated the speed of it. Hated the way strangers smiled at him. Hated the way he caught his reflection in a darkened storefront and saw youth where authority should have been.

The apartment door opened before he could find the key. “Owen,” the roommate called from the kitchen, “you disappeared today. Also, your mom texted me again looking for you, and that guy from Hinge popped by again.”

Martin went still. “What?”

The roommate—a scruffy man in gym shorts, holding a spoon—looked up. “Uh. The guy with the arm tattoo? You said he was really hot but maybe too into hiking?”

Martin stared.

The roommate slowly lowered the spoon. “You okay?” Martin muttered something and shut himself in Owen’s bedroom.

It seemed smaller than his own bathroom at the office. That detail hit him with surprising force. A narrow bed. A laundry chair. Cheap blinds. A poster half crooked on the wall. Everything young and temporary and unfinished.

He sat on the edge of the mattress and buried his face in his hands. Then his phone buzzed. He looked down. A dating app notification.

A shirtless man with a perfect smile had sent a message. Another notification appeared behind it. Another face. Another body. Another invitation into a life Martin had never imagined himself inhabiting and now could not avoid.

His pulse jumped for reasons he did not want to examine too closely. He stood abruptly and went to the mirror over the dresser.

Owen looked back at him: curly dark hair, clear blue-green eyes, open face, smooth cheeks, youth bright in every line. Martin touched that unfamiliar face with slow, disbelieving fingers. Then lower—to throat, chest, waist—taking stock of a body that felt like trespassing and possibility all at once.

Panic came first. Then fascination. Then something even more dangerous: excitement.

On the phone, another message appeared. A man with dark stubble and laughing eyes. Handsome in a way Martin had once dismissed without thought. Now he found himself staring longer than he meant to.

He sat back down on the bed with the phone in his hand, breathing shallowly.

The room was quiet except for the buzz of a streetlight outside and the sounds of his roommate moving around in the kitchen. Martin’s thumb hovered. The younger body he wore felt suddenly less like a prison and more like a door he had not chosen but could still open.

He did not know what that meant yet. Only that he was not done looking. He scrolled through his message history filled with other young men asking about the size of his cock or what he was into. He stopped on one man he found particularly alluring - wet hair, mustache, shirtless image followed by several dick pics - it was big and hairy in a way that would have been off-putting to Martin yesterday, but today only piqued his curiosity.

Martin’s new younger body sprung into action. He could feel his dick pressing against his pants - pants he refused to remove since the swap in fear of what he would find - not even yet going to the bathroom. Well that was no longer a possibility.

Martin slowly undressed, removing his tie then shirt and finally his pants leaving just his boxers. He laid back down on the bed holding the phone above his head fixating on the image of the young mustached man. He reached down and rubbed his acquired dick through his boxers - feeling a surge of guilt and disgust at himself for the action but at the same time unable to control his new body’s hormonal urges.

Not yet ready to look at his new body’s dick he slid under the covers and took off his boxers. He reached his smaller younger hand around his now smaller member. He felt a twinge of disappointment in discovering his new dick stood fully erect at only 5”…and was cut. He started moving up and down the shaft before moving down to his now smaller testicles. He cupped them with one hand and slid the other up and down his shaft.

Before long his attention was pulled elsewhere as he felt the sudden urge to run his fingers around his asshole - as if the body was remembering what it liked and passed that info on to Martin. He reached into the nightstand and found some lube and a large dick-shaped dildo.

Again filled with a mix of curiosity and shame he lubed up the dildo and began rimming his tight young asshole with the toy. Eventually he pushed it in - causing him to almost cum on the spot. He let go of his dick - not yet ready to succumb. Instead, he focused on the new sensation of fullness in his ass as he slowly filled himself with the dildo - biting his lip at the mix of pain and pleasure that was foreign to him but desired by his new body. He perched his phone with the image of the handsome man to the side, grabbed his dick with one hand and the dildo with the other and let himself go. It didn’t take long before his new dick was shaking in ecstasy - cum shot with such youthful force it splattered on his chest and face. "Great," he thought ... "I'm a bottom."

After glowing in the after-light of a 20-something’s orgasm he rolled over and laid awake - mixed with a sense of curiosity and dread. And somewhere across the city, Owen—wearing Martin’s face, seated at Martin’s dinner table, answering to Martin’s name—was beginning to understand the same thing from the opposite direction: they had not simply traded bodies. They had traded access.

To power. To youth. To marriage. To freedom. To disappointment. To desire. To the lives each of them had secretly believed belonged to someone else.

By the time both men lay awake that night in borrowed beds, neither one was thinking first about how to switch back. They were thinking about what else might be possible if they didn’t.