Chapter 1: The Switch and the Seduction
I never thought I’d see the day when my ex-wife, Vanessa, would wield power over me in a way I couldn’t fathom. But here I am, trapped in a body that isn’t mine—curves where there used to be angles, softness where there was once strength. She did this to me. A cruel twist of some dark magic or twisted science, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m in her body, and she’s in mine, grinning down at me with my own damn face.
'You look good, darling,' she taunts, her voice a deep rumble in my old chest. She flexes my former biceps, towering over me as I stumble in these unfamiliar heels. 'Bet you never thought you’d be the one to wear the skirt.'
'Vanessa, you psychotic bitch, switch us back!' I snap, my new voice higher, softer, but laced with venom. I’m not some damsel, even if I’m stuck in this frame. I square my shoulders, glaring up at her—me—whatever the hell she is now.
'Oh, come on, sweetheart,' she purrs, stepping closer, her eyes glinting with a hunger I recognize all too well. 'Don’t pretend you’re not curious. I’ve got all your old equipment now, and I know how to use it better than you ever did.' She grabs my wrist, pulling me against her—my—hard chest. I feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of my dress, and damn it, my new body betrays me with a shiver.
'Get your hands off me,' I hiss, but there’s a tremor in my voice I can’t hide. She smirks, leaning down, her breath hot against my ear.
'You’re already getting wet, aren’t you?' she whispers, and I hate how right she is. This body is a traitor, responding to her—to me—in ways I can’t control. 'Let’s see how much you can handle now that you’re on the receiving end.'
She backs me against the wall, her hands—my hands—sliding down my hips, gripping my ass with a roughness that sends a jolt through me. I should fight harder, but there’s a part of me, a dark, curious part, that wants to know how this feels. Her lips crash into mine, hungry, demanding, and I bite back a moan as her tongue invades my mouth.
'You’re still a bastard, even in my body,' I gasp out between kisses, my hands fisting in her shirt. She laughs, low and dirty, her fingers slipping under my dress, teasing the edge of my panties.
'And you’re still a firecracker, even in mine,' she retorts, her thumb brushing against me, making me gasp. 'Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.'
Her touch is electric, igniting something primal in this foreign skin. I’m sweating now, my breath coming in short, sharp pants as she presses herself against me, hard and insistent. I can feel her—me—throbbing through her jeans, and the thought of what’s coming next makes me both furious and impossibly horny. My pussy aches, dripping with need, and I hate how much I want this.
'Vanessa,' I growl, half-warning, half-plea, as she starts to unbuckle her belt with a wicked grin. 'Don’t you dare hold back.'
'Oh, baby,' she says, her voice dripping with promise, 'I’m just getting started.'
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