INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - On a wet morning in Brisbane Australia on Friday the 13th, Richie and Troy wake up each other's bodies courtesy of an encounter with an Ouija board the stormy night beforehand. Now Richie, a skinny nerd with no sporting talent is trapped in the body of his sister's sporty but dim-witted boyfriend Troy while he has morphed into Richie, and they have no clue as to how they can change back.
Hilarity ensues as the bumbling duo have to pretend to be each other, and convince family, friends, work colleagues, classmates and an aggressive guard dog they are who they look like. Dakota, the sister/girlfriend in this odd triangle, senses something seems off and is annoyed at both Richie and Troy thinking they're acting stupid to get on her nerves, but it does not stop her sending some sexy selfies to her boyfriend not knowing who will actually see them. And seeing his sister's provocative photos have an effect on Richie that he never would have dreamed of ...
All characters and situations in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real people living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and older engage in any sexual activity. Please enjoy Chapter 2 of this story series, look for more chapters as they appear and rate and comment.
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Richie stared back into the mirror, his heart racing, the adrenaline surging through his body.
'No,' Richie said to himself. 'This is impossible, it cannot be. It's an illusion, a hallucination. If I blink, it will clear.' Richie blinked hard several times, but still Troy remained reflected instead of him.
'It's all a dream,' Richie assured himself. 'Just pinch yourself and you'll wake up, and everything will be okay.' Richie pinched himself, but did not wake up. He continued to stand in the bathroom wide awake - in Troy's body.
Richie lifted his hand and the Troy in the mirror did the same. Richie spoke aloud. "This cannot be happening," but the voice that emanated from him was Troy's deeper voice and more pronounced Australian accent.
Looking down at his body - or to be technically correct Troy's body - he found he was filling out his boxer shorts, which were the right size for the skinny Richie, but way too small for the taller, fitter and way more muscular Troy.
Richie paced the bathroom feeling close to panic. He was in Troy's body. How did this happen? Was Troy in his body at his house? There was only one way to find out.
Still hoping this was all just a bad and very vivid nightmare, Richie hurried back to his bedroom and grabbed a tee-shirt, shorts and undies, these not fitting well at all. He couldn't even put on shoes, and had to put on thongs and hope that he would not bust them.
Taking his phone and about to step out of his room, Richie hastily ducked back inside when he saw Dakota emerge from her room, rubbing sleep from her eyes and pushing her long blonde hair back from her face, the barefoot teenager making her way to the toilet. She wasn't normally such an early riser, but the uncomfortable feelings in her bladder and her back passage had roused her to get up and go and sit on the loo.
Having avoided meeting his twin sister by seconds, Richie breathed a sigh of relief and only made his move when he heard Dakota lock and close the toilet door. Hoping he would not meet either parent as this would be impossible to explain, Richie snuck out of the house and into the dark early morning, with drizzle still falling in the aftermath of the rainstorm.
He passed the illuminated toilet window, where behind the frosted glass and wall Dakota was sitting on the toilet with her over-sized tee shirt hitched up around her waist and her knickers around her ankles, the teenager completely unaware as she defecated and then reached for some toilet paper to wipe her bottom that her twin brother in her boyfriend's body had just passed by the window.
Richie did know the address of the house where Troy lived with his parents and younger brother Justin, but was not overly sure of the way. He had been there twice, but Dakota obviously drove on both occasions. Recalling the address, Richie brought up the maps application on his phone and navigated his way there successfully.
Richie tried to get there as fast as he could, but despite having longer legs in his new body he had inadequate footwear - thongs way too small for him - which hindered his progress. Walking up the street where the Turner family lived, Richie remembered that Troy's older sister Kaley and her husband lived in the house across the road with their two young children, and they would be sure to ask questions if they saw Troy out in the dark wearing clothes way too small for him.
Hoping that Troy's relatives - Richie did not even know Mr. and Mrs. Turner's first names - were not already up and about, Richie approached the house. He remembered Troy's bedroom was close to the left-hand side of the house, the window near the gate. Climbing over the gate, Richie entered the back yard and looked at Troy's bedroom window, hoping he had the layout of the house right.
Richie had no idea what to expect. Would Troy still be in his normal body, or would he have changed into Richie overnight? Richie was about to knock on the door when he stopped in horror, recalling that the Turner family had a dog, and not just any dog but a Staffordshire bull terrier that was a formidable guard dog. This dog would be very happy to rip a chunk out of Richie's leg or arse if it identified him as an intruder, and Richie looked nervously for it in case it appeared. Fortunately, it seemed like the dog was asleep and wasn't aware of Richie's presence, and the young man hoped it would stay this way.
With trembling hands, Richie reached up and tapped on Troy's bedroom window. The knocking on the glass stirred Troy from his slumber, the young man blinking awake and his eyes opening. But they were not Troy's eyes, they were Richie's eyes. The tall, fit, muscular dark-haired form of Troy had morphed overnight into the skinny, small-structured form of his girlfriend's twin brother Richie, but of course Troy had no idea about this yet.
The tapping on the glass came again, Troy now fully awake. "Justin, what the fuck," he mumbled, remembering how his younger brother had pranked him in the past like this, once dressing up as a burglar complete with a balaclava and stripy jumper, Justin scaring the crap out of Troy when he leaped out of the darkness brandishing an axe.
"Yeah, real funny Justin," said Troy, getting out of bed, noticing how loose his boxer shorts seemed on him. Had he lost weight overnight? Walking to the window, Troy pulled the curtains aside and went rigid, staring in amazement as he looked back at himself. But it didn't seem like a reflection, more like he was somehow looking at himself.
Troy raised his hand to see if the reflection in the glass would do the same. It did not and Troy looked down, noticing that instead of his hairy masculine chest with a forest of dark curls he now sported a skinny chest with milk white skin and a few wisps of red curls. Outside the window, Richie looked at the horror on Troy's - or to be specific his own face - as Troy turned on the light and looked at the other changes to his body, then in the mirror and saw not his own face but the face of his girlfriend's brother Richie.
Troy, in total shock, began to hyperventilate, and looked back to the window, where the figure that looked just like him still stood. Richie gestured for Troy to open the window, a direction that Troy, still in shock at being in Richie's body, did not pick up on at first, instead running around the bedroom in a panic until he gained his senses a little and slid open the window, Richie and Troy now able to talk through the fly wire and security grille.
"Richie is that you?" Troy asked, again looking shocked as he realized that his voice was not his own broad Australian accent, but Richie's softer, more educated Australian dialect.
"Yes, it is me Troy," Richie said.
"This isn't a dream or something is it?" Troy asked. He did not regulate his voice, and Richie had to indicate for him to quieten down and talk at a lower volume, and not risk rousing other members of his family.
"How did you get in my body and me in your body?" Troy asked, unable to believe what had happened.
"I don't know either, but we can't talk about it here, we need to go somewhere else where we can talk about this in private," said Richie.
Troy nodded and put on shorts and a tee-shirt, experiencing the opposite problems encountered by Richie. The clothes that comfortably fitted Troy's tall and muscular frame were way too big for short and skinny Richie, and the shoes he wore too big.
Exiting the house quietly, the body-switched duo went into the garage, where there was some confusion as to who would drive. Richie obviously did not hold a driver's license while Troy did, but it was Troy's picture on the driver's license and he was in Richie's body. In the end, it was Troy who got into the driver's seat and Richie in the passenger side, both hoping there were no cops around who might stop them. Due to the disparity in their heights, Troy had to adjust the seat to adjust to Richie's shorter legs.
"There's a park not far from here," said Troy. Richie, sitting in the driver's side beside him, looked on in amazement at himself driving a car.
Troy pulled into the car park at the reserve, and they got out, walking across the wet grass as the first signs of dawn began to appear in the east. Richie surveyed the park; a man was jogging but he was some distance from them and going in the opposite direction. There was a woman walking a dog, but like the jogger they were some distance away. The only other living creatures in the park were a flock of white ibises that were scavenging rubbish out of the bins, and obviously they weren't going to overhear anything they shouldn't.
"So, what happened?" Troy asked. "How the fuck did you end up in my body, and you in mine."
