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Maisie loosed an arrow to a perfect bullseye in her backyard. Muscle memory acquired, I guess, she thought to herself.   Maisie had been secretly switching parts of her body with her classmates in high school. At first, she went for the obvious. Kelly's flat stomach, Enid's shapely rear, Chrissie's enviable chest. But now it was time to gain some life skills without wasting years on practice and training. She took the fingers of the lead guitarist in band class, the legs of a black belt in karate, the heart and lungs of the girl's long-distance running champion, and finally the arms and shoulders of the 1st place winner in the school archery competition. Who needs to win the genetic lottery when you can cheat? I have the perfect body now.

Thomas didn't ask to be like this. As part of his contract in the fashion industry, he was frequently tasked with trying on his own clothes for fittings and photoshoots. At first, he was just involved with the concept development stage of designing clothing, but moving up in the world required certain sacrifices. Now he suffered the humiliation of fitting into a tight pink swimsuit around his temporary body. A body that was specifically chosen for being extremely voluptuous and feminine. As much as other women may have killed to look this way, Thomas found it degrading. He wanted to be remembered for his intellectual contributions, not the way he posed for magazines. But this was the job. His new appendages made their presence known with every tiny shift of his weight, and they came at the cost of his own impressive appendage. He felt so vulnerable as a girl, everything just laid bare and tight against his skin. All just so his work could be publicized through official media channe...

Every morning, Wesley would wake up early and jump in the lake behind his house for a quick swim. He didn't do it for any supposed health benefits; the cold water just helped put his mind at ease. He was a reserved young man who frequently had anxiety episodes. So when he randomly swapped bodies with Mrs. Barnes, it was life or death to keep that habit going. As fortune would have it, his new house also sat on the edge of a small lake. Mrs. Barnes was married to a tall businessman and had three kids, but dealing with that could wait. Wesley just needed to feel the water again. The next morning, he woke up per his usual schedule and got ready to swim. He couldn't be bothered to try out all of Mrs. Barnes's bikinis, so he decided to just go in the nude. The sun was barely up, so there was little chance somebody would be out there. Wesley stood on a rock overlooking the calm water. As he brought his arms up for a stretch, he felt his large breasts shift in place, complemented ...

Every once in a while, Taylor wished he could go on a vacation. Not from work, but from his adult life. Growing up was not all it was cracked up to be. From bills and taxes to a slowly deteriorating body, he missed how carefree he got to be as a kid. It was such a time of peace and amenity relative to the plights of the present day, and he long thought he would never know such times again. So when the opportunity arose to relive those glory days, he jumped right on it. There were several programs that allowed people to sign agreements and switch bodies, though all participants had to be 18 years or older. Luckily for Taylor, there were other less-than-legal alternatives as well. If being a kid was the dream, then such an arrangement could be made. It simply had fewer options and a much higher price tag. When he was presented with the available ages, genders, ethnicities, and body types to choose from, he was a bit disappointed. Nothing resembled his younger self even remotely. He looke...

Part 1 Blake wasn't going to stop at just upper body workouts. All the major muscle groups required constant work in order to get stronger, so he began diversifying his routine. He started with his core. Abs and V-lines are always sexy on a woman after all. He did multiple sets of crunches, though it was difficult to keep his back flat against the ground with an hourglass figure. Because he had much lower body weight than before, he had less to work with leverage-wise. It would take many more reps to get proportional results, and that held other implications. Fortunately for Blake, his new body had great genetics. No amount of weight loss affected the size of his breasts or ass. If anything, a stronger chest and larger glutes made them even more prominent. He was soon the talking point of everyone in the gym. Men wanted him; women wanted to be him. He had made such good progress that he was actually starting to feel comfortable in his own skin. Maybe being a girl isn't so bad, ...

Many women don't think about strengthening their upper body. After all, if you already have a well-developed chest, why bother with such nonsense? Perhaps they didn't want to risk losing their breasts from weight loss. Blake wanted to be different. Even though he was a girl now, that wasn't going to stop him from getting in shape. Besides, his boobs were large enough that a bit of fat loss wouldn't be the end of the world. So four times per week he was down at the gym, doing push-ups, flys, and a host of other exercises. Equipped with booty shorts and a sports bra, Blake made steady progress without compromising what he loved about the female form. As part of his routine, Blake also worked on other parts of the body. It was a shame he would never see arms and shoulders like he used to, but he could still outcompete all the other women with a bit of effort. Maybe even challenge a few men in arm wrestling. He started out with very small weights, as small as the ones he us...

After so many years of living with gender dysphoria, Levi had finally found a willing participant to swap bodies. Jacqueline was tall, lean, and not well-endowed, but she was enough of a tomboy to want to try living as a man, at least for a while. After the swap, Levi spent hours looking at every fine detail of his new body. He enjoyed his softer skin and daintier proportions but was a bit disappointed with his breast size. After all, he was used to having a flat chest his whole life. Luckily there were avenues for getting them to grow; it just took some volunteers. Getting pregnant was easier than he thought. There were always men willing to have one-night-stands, and they all happily came deep inside him when allowed to do so. It was so thrilling to experience sex as a woman, and few things were as gender-affirming as being impregnated. Nobody could deny that Levi was a woman now. And best of all, his breasts had begun to grow. It wasn't a lot, but already enough to require a lar...

Ralph couldn't believe his surroundings when he woke up. The sound of beeping hospital equipment, the nearby chatter of doctors and nurses, the distant and panicked begging of gagged patients in another room; he had no idea what was happening. Even more unbelievable however, was the sight that lay before him. Two large mounds where his chest should be. He regained enough feeling in his arm to pull the covers down, and the body of a naked woman presented itself. Ralph just about passed out from shock. He didn't know why he was in a woman's body or what was going on, but he figured this was not a safe place to stay and wait for answers. For all he knew he had been kidnapped by some mad scientist, and his brain had been surgically transplanted into that of a busty, young woman. He quickly began getting dressed. As Ralph scrambled to put on nearby clothes, the size of his new breasts became impossible to ignore.  Jesus fuck,  he thought to himself. These things are huge!  Aft...

"Open up, Claire!" her boyfriend pounded on the door. "Alright, hang on. Jesus." She undid the locks to her apartment and let him in. He immediately pushed past her and started looking around for signs of another man. "Hey, what's your problem?" Claire asked. "Where is he? I thought I heard someone." "Who's who? I already told you, I'm alone in here. Why don't you trust me?" She posed innocuously against the door, hoping that her boyfriend would feel like a jerk for barging in like that and leave. In truth, ever since she was swapped with a hispanic bombshell, she had been cheating on him with her downstairs neighbor. Something about this woman changed her personality, and loyalty was not as important as sexual gratification. By the time the knocking started, Claire had barely kicked him out onto the fire escape and put on a pair of panties.

'I don't think hazing for girls is as bad as you think' were Ethan's famous last words. He and his sister wanted to join social clubs after moving to a new state, but they heard rumors about tough initiation games. After a lengthy discussion turned into a rant about gender expectations, they ultimately made a bet about who would have it worse. Ethan's confidence quickly disappeared after the first ritual was announced: strip cornhole. Now he found himself topless in his sister's body wearing nothing but a pair of purple panties. He cupped his hands over his sizable breasts as a makeshift arm-bra, but that didn't hide his embarrassment. There was so much time left in the game; before long he would be naked in front of all the other girls.