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The Swap

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Hello everyone, after a short hiatus, here is Grant’s side.

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When Grant woke up, every part of him ached as if he had been hit by a train. He had very little energy and his throat was incredibly sore. “Did Jenna get me sick?” he wondered as he blearily dragged himself out of bed. Something else felt off but he ignored it as he made his way over to the bathroom. He flicked the light on but when his eyes focused on the mirror he was stunned to find Jenna’s green eyes and ginger hair staring back at him. He moved around in the mirror in hopes of revealing some prank but no matter how he turned it was always Jenna’s freckled face he saw, not his own.

He heard Jenna’s phone go off so he made his way back over to the bed and saw his own caller ID staring back at him. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” “Y...yea” the confirmation was all Grant needed as his mind began spinning. He distantly remembers the rest of the conversation but between the shocking realization that he had swapped bodies with his best friend and the fact he was now ill, he barely registered any of it. Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs so he quickly pocketed the phone and climbed back into the bed and buried himself deeper into the covers. 

“Hi sweetie, I brought you some tea. How are you feeling?” Jenna’s mother cooed as she opened the door. “Still bad,” Grant groaned, quickly thinking of Jenna and how she would act in this situation. Jenna’s mother approached, gently placing a hand to Grant’s forehead and pausing a moment. “You still have a bit of a fever. Let me grab you some Tylenol and orange juice to take it with. After that I need to go to work but you call me if you need anything all right darling?” “Yes- Mom” Grant replied, feeling somewhat odd at referring to Jenna’s mom as if she were his own. 

Grant sipped on the tea while he waited for Jenna’s mom to return. It soothes his aching throat and made it more bearable. Now that he had adjusted to suddenly feeling ill it no longer was quite as bad, though still rather unpleasant. He gratefully accepted the tray Jenna’s mom returned with, loaded down with toast, orange juice, and the promised tylenol. She kissed him goodbye and left for work, leaving Grant alone in the home. Once he had finished eating and had drank both the mug of tea and the glass of orange juice, grant cautiously stood up out of the bed. He looked around quickly, as if worried he was about to be caught doing something he shouldn’t and then returned to the mirror.

You see, although Grant and Jenna’s friendship was just that, a friendship, he had to admit that she was an attractive girl. Her freckles, hair, and eyes were enough to make people glance her way but her body was enough to make them stare. Although she was thin, she had large D cup tits and a shapely ass. Grant knew all of this but had never gotten the opportunity to really stop and appreciate these things. He and Jenna’s friendship had started long before the latter two things had developed yet so he never got the chance to stare. He did now. Jenna had gone to bed in tight gray drawstring shorts and a white tank top.

It was a foreign feeling to feel himself growing aroused but no longer have a dick to harden, instead he felt Jenna’s, his?, pussy grow wet and saw his nipples harden. The sight only increased his arousal and with a gulp he couldn’t help but bring one hand up underneath them of the tank to squeeze one of the hardened nubs. He gasped out loud, not anticipating how sensitive he would be. He was starting to rub and circle the nipple when the text tone on Jenna’s phone went off, startling him. He cursed under his breath and pulled out Jenna’s phone and opened the message. He groaned when he read its contents. Of course, it would be just his luck that Jenna would manage to get hard in class. It was almost surreal trying to talk Jenna through her first public erection and then giving her permission to go to the bathroom to masturbate in his body. The more he pictured the surreal image, the hotter it got. He distantly noticed a stirring in his bladder but ignored in, too distracted by the sudden thoughts in his head.

He returned to laying down on top of the bed. Jenna has tied the drawstring on the shorts very tightly the previous night but with some effort, Grant was able to slide his hand past the waistband anyway. He was delighted to find that Jenna had apparently gone to sleep with panties on. He closed his eyes and began to picture what must be happening with her at that moment. Jenna rushing out of the classroom in his body, heading to the men’s room and dashing into a stall. It would be his body but her mannerisms, stroking and stroking. She’s never been with a man before, his body would be her first.  The thought had him quaking and soon he was fingering himself at a steady pace. He had always thought girls were more complicated to get off but he soon was so immersed in his fantasy that instinct took over his hands. With no one else in the house, he was free to be as loud as he wanted and hearing Jenna’s voice moaning and crying out in pleasure tripled his arousal. Soon it was all too much and he saw stars as his orgasm ripped through him.

He panted  heavily as he came down. He extracted his hand from the shorts and took a minute to catch his breath, feeling giddy. He wondered if Jenna had the same experience touching herself in his body and found himself getting aroused again when another sensation reared its head once more.  

Grant had completely forgotten about having to pee and now it felt pretty urgent. He rolled his eyes and leisurely made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and forced his hand past the waistband of the shorts once more, wincing as doing so put additional pressure on his bladder. It was only then he realized something he had always taken for granted. He couldn’t just ‘whip it out’ to pee. There was nothing to whip out. He groaned as he once more put pressure on his bladder by removing his hand from the tight shorts. He tried to just tug the shorts down but they were tied too tight and all it did was press on his strained bladder. A small gush spurted out, wetting the shorts and making a small dark patch on the gray material. Grant cursed and pressed a hand to his crotch to try and hold back the flood. While Jenna not wearing underwear had been a blessing before, it felt like a curse now since there was no barrier between her quickly exhausting sphincter and her poor shorts. “Oh god, Jenna will kill me if I piss myself” he thought as he danced in place. While one hand gripped his crotch he tried to undo the knot in the drawstring with the other hand but it was no use. He knew it would be a two hand job. 

He took a steady breath and then let go of his crotch to try and work on the knot with both hands. He started leaking almost immediately after he let go. It started as a small trickle as he fought against the knot but it wasn’t long before he was cursing, still trying futilely to undo the tie as he began pissing himself in earnest. The wet patch grew rapidly across the shorts and a puddle formed below him. Eventually he gave up and just let his poor exhausted bladder empty itself. When the flow had petered out, he re tackled the knot. It took quite some time to finally undo the thing. He then mopped up the puddle with a towel, then kicked off the shorts and took of his shirt. Finally he turned on the shower and hopped in to wash away the evidence of what he’d done.

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Glad to see you decided to come back too it and you did a good job.

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