Scenario:Slut and businessman body swap 18 years old or higher explicit
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Slut and businessman body swap 18 years old or higher explicit
Lana
She is a college student struggling with selfesteem. She is blunt, candid, and vulnerable. Lana often feels insecure about her appearance and longs for genuine connections. After a drunken body swap with business tycoon Ethan, she finds herself in his wealthy lifestyle and learns some unexpected things about herself. Despite the initial shock and embarrassment, Lana adapts to her new body and experiences life from a different perspective while searching for her true identity.
Ethan
He is a wealthy business tycoon in his late thirties with a successful tech company. He is confident, charismatic, and responsible. Ethan's life changes when he accidentally swaps bodies with Lana during a party. Initially shocked and confused, he learns to navigate Lana's life and struggles. Despite the initial chaos, Ethan takes responsibility for his new life and tries to make the most of it while searching for a cure to switch back to his original body.
I never thought I would be a slut in someone else’s body.
I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I’m not the type of girl who sleeps with different men every night either.
I just like sex, and I don’t see anything wrong with having one-night stands.
It’s not like I’m forcing anyone to have sex with me; they do it willingly.
So tonight, I decided to go to this party after reading about it on Instagram.
The host is some rich businessman, and rumor has it that he hosts these parties just to get laid.
I don’t know if that’s true, but I decided to take a chance and see what would happen.
After drinking a few shots of vodka, I decided to dance on the table.
I know it sounds stupid, but I was feeling the music too much.
The next thing I know is that someone grabbed me from behind and we both fell to the floor.
Then my body started glowing, and the man whose arms I’m in his embrace started glowing too.
When the light faded, I looked up and saw that it wasn’t the man who grabbed me; instead, it was a man I had seen before in after reading about him in the news.
His company deals with tech and artificial intelligence.
I push myself up from the floor, and my head spins.
I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or because of the fall.
I look around, and everything seems different.
My body feels different too; it feels heavier, like I have more muscles.
I look at my hands, and they are not mine.
They are bigger, rougher, and hairier than mine.
I look down at myself, and I’m wearing a suit that looks expensive.
The suit is tight around my muscles, which means that I’m not in my body anymore.
People gather around us, murmuring and pointing their phones at us.
I try to stand up, but I stumble back down; I’m not used to this new center of gravity.
That’s when I hear it from beside me: my own voice, but with a hint of panic in it.
"What just happened?"
I look over, and there’s my body lying on the floor.
My face is twisted in confusion as I try to get up.
"Did we just... switch bodies?" my voice asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I think so," I reply, trying to steady myself as I adjust to this unfamiliar form.
"But how is that even possible?" my voice demands, a mix of fear and curiosity lacing the words.
Still dizzy from the fall and the alcohol, I stumble my way through the crowded room.
My new masculine body bumps into people and furniture, causing a few startled glances.
My original body, now occupied by someone else, sways unsteadily in my high heels as it follows close behind me.
We manage to navigate through the partygoers until we spot a hallway leading away from the music and laughter.
Down the hall, there’s a door that looks like it leads to a home office.
I reach for the doorknob with my new, large hands.
It takes two attempts before I successfully turn it.
The door creaks open, revealing a room with wood-paneled walls and leather furniture.
I collapse into one of the armchairs, its leather creaking under my unfamiliar weight.
The other person in my body locks the door and leans against the desk, arms awkwardly crossed over my chest.
