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MidReal Story
Switched!
Scenario:Alex is a bodyhopper. He likes to inhabit women's bodies, especially when they are wearing nylon black pantyhose
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Alex
adventurous, and curious. He enjoys the thrill of switching into someone new and exploring their life from a different perspective. His parents were divorced when he was young, and he struggled with the loss but found solace in his pet dog, Max. Alex's journey takes him through various experiences, always seeking the next exciting challenge.
Jennifer
sociable, and carefree. As one of Alex's hosts, Jennifer experiences unexpected events and new perspectives while inhabiting someone else's body. Her interactions with Alex highlight the contrasts between their lifestyles and personalities, shaping her views on life and relationships.
Liz
selfconscious, and lonely. She struggles with her appearance and avoids social situations due to fear of judgment. Her isolation is broken when Alex inhabits her body, leading to unexpected interactions with others. Despite her fears, Liz's experiences with Alex teach her to embrace certain aspects of life and encourage her to step out of her comfort zone.
I was a bodyhopper.
I didn't know how or why I was a bodyhopper, but my first memory of hopping into someone else's body was when I was five years old.
My parents had just divorced, and I was placed in the custody of my mother.
The transition was not easy for me, and I was having a hard time adjusting to my new life without my father.
My only solace was my pet dog, Max.
He was a golden retriever, and he had been given to me just before the divorce.
Max followed me everywhere, and I took him with me when I went to visit my father.
As I sat in the car with Max looking out the window, I suddenly felt myself being lifted out of my body.
The next thing I knew, I was looking out the window from the front seat of the car at Max, who was still looking at me from the back seat.
Confused, I looked down and saw that I was wearing a pair of high heels and a dress.
I had hopped into my mother's body.
Scared and not knowing what to do, I just sat there until we arrived at my father's house.
Luckily he thought that my mother just wasn't talking much that day.
I didn't hop again until I was ten years old.
This time I had hopped into an old man's body while he was sitting in a park.
Ten years have passed since my last bodyhop in the park.
I'm sitting in my cramped studio apartment, absently scratching Max's ears while I scroll through social media.
The golden retriever's muzzle has gone white, and his movements are slower now.
He's an old dog, but still my best friend.
A notification pops up - Jennifer, a classmate from college, posted a new picture.
She's posing in front of a mirror, wearing her work outfit: a crisp blazer, pencil skirt, and sleek black pantyhose.
Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she looks professional and confident.
I've always admired her poise.
My fingers tingle as I look at the picture, a familiar sensation that I haven't felt in ten years.
The room starts to spin around me, and I feel myself being pulled towards Jennifer's body.
Max lifts his head off my lap and whines softly, sensing that something's different.
The spinning sensation intensifies, and I feel like I'm being pulled apart and put back together again.
I see Max's face, his eyes full of concern, and then everything goes black.
When my vision clears, I find myself standing in an office bathroom, staring at the fluorescent lights overhead.
I'm not in my own body anymore.
As I look down at myself, I realize that I've hopped into Jennifer's body.
I'm wearing the same blazer and pantyhose from her picture.
My hands - or rather, her hands - are shaking as I reach up to touch the smooth fabric of the blazer.
It feels foreign against my skin, and the pantyhose is a strange sensation against my legs.
I look up into the mirror and see Jennifer's face staring back at me.
It's surreal to see myself in her body.
There's a knock on the bathroom door, and I jump at the sound of a coworker's voice calling Jennifer's name.
My heart racing, I grip the door handle with Jennifer's manicured fingers.
Through the frosted glass, I can make out a figure waiting outside.
The silky fabric of the pantyhose shifts against my legs as I move, and I'm acutely aware of how different it feels from my own clothes.
I hesitate for a moment, realizing that I don't know anything about Jennifer's job or her coworkers.
The knock comes again, more insistent this time.
I straighten Jennifer's blazer, clear her throat, and slowly turn the handle.
The door creaks open, revealing a middle-aged woman holding a stack of papers.
Her expression is impatient as she glances at her watch.
"Jennifer, are you ready for the presentation?" she asks, her voice clipped and hurried.
I nod, trying to mask my panic, "Of course, just needed a moment to gather my thoughts."
She raises an eyebrow, "Well, I hope you're prepared because Mr. Thompson is expecting something impressive today."
Following the woman down the hallway, I struggle to walk naturally in Jennifer's heels.
The pantyhose creates an unfamiliar friction with each step, and I'm acutely aware of the clicking of heels against the marble floors.
We approach a corner office, and I see "Thompson" etched on the glass door.
Through the walls, I spot a man in his forties sitting behind a large desk.
He looks up as we approach, his eyes locking onto me.
His expression brightens noticeably when he sees me, and he adjusts his tie.
The middle-aged woman opens the door, and I step inside.
As I pass her, I catch Mr. Thompson's gaze lingering on Jennifer's legs.
"Jennifer," Mr. Thompson greets warmly, "I trust you have something groundbreaking for us today?"
I swallow hard, trying to channel Jennifer's confidence, "Absolutely, I've been working on some new strategies that I think will really elevate our project."
His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Interesting. I look forward to seeing what you've come up with."
I shift uncomfortably in Jennifer's chair as Mr. Thompson wheels his seat closer to mine.
The leather squeaks beneath me, and the pantyhose makes a soft swishing sound as I cross her legs away from him.
His cologne fills the air - something expensive and overpowering.
When he compliments Jennifer's perfume, I realize I have no idea what scent she wears.
I mumble a thank you while pretending to organize the presentation papers on the desk.
But he doesn't let it go, placing his hand on the desk inches from mine.
I meet his gaze, and in that moment, I decide to rewrite the rules of this game.
I lean back in Jennifer's chair, maintaining eye contact with him as my fingers trace the edge of her skirt.
The pantyhose feels tighter than before, and I can't help but notice the way his eyes follow my movements.
My legs are crossed, then uncrossed, a deliberate dance of seduction.
His eyes linger on Jennifer's legs, making me increasingly uncomfortable.
I need to act natural to avoid suspicion, but his attention is suffocating.
I shift again, this time accidentally brushing my leg against his.
He smiles, mistaking it for an invitation.
I quickly move away, trying to create some distance between us.
When he gets up to close the blinds in his office, I see the side zipper on her skirt.
My hands are shaking as I grasp it, remembering how urgent it was to get out of this situation.
