I’ve spent the last year reading the stories posted on this ‘Body Swap Forum’. I don’t know how many of them are true, but I know mine is.
Three years ago, my stepbrother stole my body. This is my Story
My new stepbrother Luke was odd. Not so much that I was scared of him, but he spent little time outside his room. My new stepdad, Hank, was perfectly normal, very funny and helpful, nothing like his son.
It could be three in the morning and I could hear a drill being used. My mother was a deep sleeper and never heard it, but it kept me awake for hours. I knocked once, but he did not answer. What the hell was he doing in there?
It had been a couple of weeks since the drilling, and still Luke had not really been out of his room, but I did spot him talking to a very odd character outside the house. When I confronted him about it at a rare time he came down for dinner, he denied it. This meant he never appeared at dinner again.
“Happy 21st, Emily!” said my mum and stepdad as they handed me a present. It was the keys to a brand new car.
Luke handed me a box, and I opened it. It was a very beautiful dress, one that months ago I had mentioned at dinner that I liked but that it was too expensive.
“Wow, thanks, Luke,” I said, but he just smiled and ran upstairs.
After having the best birthday ever, I was lying on my bed texting my friends when I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and saw Luke. He was just looking at me, holding what looked like a bunch of wires and electrical equipment in his hand. But as I turned to confront him about staring at me, he pushed a button.
There was a flash. For a moment, I found it hard to see. The flash had blinded me, and I felt very strange. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was until I got my eyesight back and found myself looking down at my own body lying on the bed.
“It worked!” said my voice as my body got up and headed towards my mirror.
I stood there frozen, still holding what I could now see was a device of some kind in hands that were not mine. I then noticed the arms and my body, and it started to dawn on me what Luke had done to me as I watched him admiring my body in the mirror.
I could smell the body odour instantly as I walked towards the mirror. I gasped as my hands felt my chest and moved down his body, feeling his crotch. I can’t tell you how strange it felt to be in a man’s body, feeling that beneath his shorts.
Luke stood behind me with an evil look on my face.
I begged him to switch us back, but he just laughed. I knew by the look he gave me with my own face that this had been his plan since the moment he met me, to steal my life.
The days after the swap were difficult. I tried to make my mother believe me, believe that Luke had stolen my life, my world, but she did not believe me. Plus, Luke, of course, denied the swap, and his act as me was amazing. He was able to easily put any chance of my mother believing my story to bed very quickly.
I tried again and again to convince the people I loved about Luke’s betrayal, but now, three years later, I write my story to you and to all those people whose stories I have read on this forum. I believe you. You are not mad.
Emily posted her story on the forum, but she didn’t really know if anyone else’s body swapping story was true or if, in reality, she was the only one to have had her life stolen.
She opened Facebook and saw her body staring back at her in a photograph with her mother outside a beautiful villa in Spain, a place she had always wanted to go on holiday to. The dress Luke was wearing was the dress he had purchased all those years ago.
The pain of it all still had not healed as she started to cry.
Her blog post got some likes and comments, some people mocking her and a couple supporting her, but it made no difference.
Luke had won. He was living her life, and by the pictures and things she read, he was now living an amazing life.
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