ANNIVERSARY NIGHT

When I agreed to swap bodies with my dad on his Anniversary Night for a new car, it seemed like an INCREDIBLE deal. I mean, come on, it wasn't like body swaps were even possible and, even if they were, I'd just dress up in one of my dad's nicest suits, take my mom out for a nice dinner and come home and pass out in his chair like he does every night. No big deal.

Then, the swap happened. I found myself standing in front of my dad's bedroom mirror getting dressed in his nicest suit, putting on my mom's favorite tie and thinking about the dinner reservations. It was strange standing there in my dad's body, almost like looking at an older version of myself. He was handsome, and it would be fun throwing his plastic around for the night and buying whatever I wanted and drinking and smoking and all the fun shit he got to do as a full blown adult.

As the night went on, I slowly realized something . . . I wasn't in complete control. It was as if my dad's body did what it was supposed to as opposed to what I wanted. I found myself making out with my mom in the back of an UBER. I found myself massaging her pussy with my hands, screaming inside as my dad's body kept digging deeper as my mom begged for more in my ear.

When we got home, she had my clothes off within minutes and I found myself fucking my mom like a boss and wanting to die inside as I looked down at her writhing body beneath me. I thrust my dad's cock in and out as I grabbed her legs and spread her even farther. I couldn't stop as much as I wanted to. I couldn't look away or pretend it wasn't happening as she screamed in ecstasy.

This IS NOT what I thought was going to happen, and all I wanted was for it to end . . . but she just kept begging for more and my dad's body kept giving it to her.

SHIT! This Anniversary Night was NEVER going to end.

SOLDIER

We were visiting my brother, Grant, at the military base. I mean I wasn’t “visiting.” I didn’t have a choice. I was sixteen and still in high school and was forced to do whatever my parents told me. I had ZERO desire to visit my brother. He was a dick in high school, and he was an even bigger dick now that he was a Marine . . . if that’s possible. The word MEAT HEAD JOCK described him perfectly and now that his hair was all shaved and he had a uniform, it was even worse. 

All he talked about was how strong he was and how much it meant to him to be a Marine and, of course, when my parents weren’t around he treated me like hammered shit. He’d make fun of me for being so small and nerdy and the fact that I was gay didn’t help either. He’d once caught me making out with a guy in my room and, after that, I’d never heard the end of it. Yeah, there was a part of me that wished I could be closer to him . . . that we could be more like brothers than enemies, but I just didn’t see that happening. He was an asshole jar head and that wasn’t going to change.