Waking Up as Aunt Holly (NSFW)

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Holly was scared and was freaking out. She didn’t know how or why, but she was in her nephew’s body. She looked in the mirror at Harry’s face. She didn’t just have his face, though, she had his everything, from his hair down to his toes, and yes, she had looked. She could not believe she had a penis.

It had been about an hour since the swap, and all she had done was panic. Then it hit her, if she was in his body, then surely he was in hers. That meant she had left her nephew alone in her body for an hour. She needed to get over to her house quickly.

She ran up the streets and around corners. Harry’s young lungs and legs kept carrying her the three miles. She ran up her driveway and realised she had no key. Hopefully, there was a window open. She ran around the house and found one. As she climbed up the gutter and in through the window, she was quite impressed with her new agility.

She opened the door to enter the landing, but as she did, she heard a female voice scream out.

She had no idea if it was a scream of pain or pleasure, but it seemed to be coming from the bathroom. She opened the unlocked door, and what she saw made her fall to her knees.

There, sitting on the edge of the bath, all wet and soapy with a smile on her face, was her body. It was clear that Harry had not been as freaked out by the swap and had very quickly started getting acquainted with her body. That moan she had heard as she entered she knew now what type of moan it was.

“Aunty Holly? Is that you?” said Harry, covering himself up.

“Of course it’s me! What do you think you are doing? That’s my body!”

“I know it’s your body, Aunty, but I got a little curious. I am a guy, you know, and I just had to understand what it felt like for a woman. And, Aunty, it was amazing. How do you not just do it all day? It’s nothing like that for a guy.”

“How did you do this? How did you swap our bodies?” asked Holly, watching her body get off the edge of the bath and wrap a towel around itself.

“Me! I did nothing. I just went to bed last night and woke up in your body, Aunty. Why? What do you think I did?”

Holly shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know, but I can tell you one thing: I didn’t do anything. I want my body back! Stop mucking around this is serious!” she said as Harry hands wondered again, still expecting Harry to own up to swapping their bodies. But it was true. Harry had no more idea as to why this had happened than Holly did.

“Aunt Holly, I did not swap our bodies! Why are you stressing so much this is so well, Fun” he said, confused as to why his aunt was stressing so much.

“So what? We are trapped like this!” she said, starting to panic. This was made worse by Harry pulling his towel forward a little and looking down at her body.

They sat on the bed, Harry still in just a towel, Holly completely unsure of what the hell they should do now. Just then, she heard a call. It was her husband, Tim, Harry’s uncle and his mother’s brother.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” they both said as he came up the stairs.

Holly told Harry to act natural as she hid.

“Hey, honey,” said Tim, kissing Harry on the cheek.

“Had a bath? Nice and relaxing, I hope. I’m going to jump in the shower, and then we can go. I’m looking forward to tonight. We haven’t been on a date night in weeks.”

“Oh, shit!” said Harry as his uncle went into the bathroom. suddenly the reality of who he was hit him and he in that moment would give anything to be back in his body. 

“I forgot about date night!” said Holly as she moved towards the door.

“Very funny. You have to help me!” said Harry, but all Holly did was pull some clothes out of the wardrobe for Harry to wear, and then she reluctantly left. This was a disaster, she thought as she left via the back exit and climbed over the fence.

Harry picked up a bra looking at it he had no idea how to get one of these on and then heard the door open behind him. His uncle walked out naked, drying himself with a towel.

He turned and awkwardly smiled, then gasped as he saw what his uncle was packing. The excitement he had experienced in his aunt’s body only hours ago seemed like a distant memory as he sat in the car, heading out to a fancy French restaurant with his uncle. 

Suddenly, the realisation that he was his aunt started to hit him. This was no joke. As he ordered and made small talk with his uncle, Tim only saw his loving wife sitting in front of him.

After eating and drinking, they returned home. Harry complained of a headache to get out of what Tim had planned for dessert when they got home. He then lay down on the bed in the dark bedroom of his aunt and wondered what the hell he was going to do now.