Hello readers!
Here's my Halloween story contest entry using the swap ring. I *think* I've followed all of the rules, but I apologize ahead of time if I made the ring do something it shouldn't do, or if my logic went astray at some point. I was planning to release this in chapters as I was writing, but I had a decently large chunk of time today and finished the story. So I'm just going to post it all, but I'll do it in multiple posts so it's easier to go back to individual chapters if you need to put it down and pick it back up at a later date.
Hope you enjoy!
Nothing4u2c
ROA Halloween contest: The Foster Family, by Nothing4u2c. Word count approximately 15,000 words across four chapters and an epilogue. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to a real-life person or situation is completely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations, if unstated, are presumed to be over the age of 18. CW: this story focuses on a relationship within a boy and his foster family, which to some may toe the line of incest taboo.
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Chapter 1: The birthday gift
Much like Harry Potter receiving his father’s invisibility cloak from Dumbledore, a package arrived on my doorstep with a simple note saying, “Your father left this with me to be given to you on your 18th birthday. Use it well.” My birthday was almost a month ago, but better late than never, I guess?
Growing up in the foster system had been difficult for my first 14 years of life. My birth mother, Vivian Carmichael, was a drug addict and had lost custody of me and my older brother, Kevin, to our father, Chad Davis, when I was just four months old. The loss of the rights to raise her children caused her to overdose just a few weeks later. My father took care of the two of us for the next three and a half years, but sadly he died in a work-related accident just a few weeks before my fourth birthday in April of 2008. The settlement with his company left just enough to cover the remaining debt from the child custody lawsuits, the funeral, and a small trust fund that Kevin and I would have access to after our 18th birthdays to help pay for us to go to college, a down payment on a house, or to help start a business. With no remaining relatives to take care of us (our grandparents on both sides of the family had died before either of us were born), we were thrown into the foster system, jumping around between different foster homes on average about once every year–sometimes staying with a family for few weeks but once getting placed in a home from age 7-9 (1st-3rd grade).
Kevin and I moved out of our most recent foster home, the Johnson’s, when I was 14, just a few days after Kevin turned 18 (it took a few days for the paperwork to go through, officially releasing him from the foster care system). Kevin moved in with his girlfriend, Kate, and I was placed in the final home I would stay in.
The Robertsons were a fantastic family. Jim and Jenna were in their early 50s, an anesthesiologist and a nurse who had waited to have their first kid, Kelly, when they were in their 30s and after Jim finished his residency. Until I was placed in their home, healthcare was rarely a priority: even though state laws required annual checkups for foster kids, foster parents rarely took them seriously, either forgetting to schedule them, or, when threatened by social services, would take us to an appointment and “forget” to treat any issues we had (for example, Kevin was supposed to receive $50/month to cover copays for dermatologist visits and prescriptions for eczema body wash, but instead our foster parents bought him a $5 bottle of Head and Shoulders shampoo and only brought him to the dermatologist once, pocketing the rest). With both Jim and Jenna coming from a medical background, they immediately got me in to see their family’s pediatrician (everything looked good despite the past neglect). I also saw a therapist who Jim and Jenna did regular individual and couple’s therapy sessions with (I had some depression and anxiety due to the barely rememorable trauma of my father’s accident, the completely subconscious trauma of my birth mother’s drug addiction and suicide, and the constant, real-time uncertainty of where I would be living, whether I’d get fed or not, and so on that I’d had for the last decade) and an orthodontist who fitted me for Invisalign retainers (not to mention the dentist who filled three cavities before that process could start).
When I turned 16, they bought me a car (albeit a used Honda Civic with over 100,000 miles, but still, better than most foster kids would have even dreamed of). Jim helped me get a job at the local Home Depot to earn both gas money and extra “fun” money. When I turned 18, they offered to let me continue living with them. I immediately accepted. They also offered to officially adopt me, although it seemed like I might lose my trust fund if they did that, so we kept it as an unwritten agreement that I was part of the family once my foster care system funding ran out on my 18th birthday.
The Robertsons’ daughter, Kelly, was a year older than me. She attended the private school across town that the Robertsons offered to send me to as well. The social worker handling my case said that they were allowed to send me to another school, but that I legally had the right to choose to stay in my old public school. I decided to stay in my old school so that I was able to be in the same class as my two best friends. Because Kelly and I were in different schools, we had little in common besides living in adjoining bedrooms that shared a bathroom. She was very athletic, a three-sport athlete (soccer in the fall, volleyball in the winter, and track in the spring), whereas I was a big, slightly overweight, somewhat nerdy kid. Because I was always jumping from foster home to foster home, reading and writing were some of the few hobbies that I could do regardless of where I was placed. My favorite genres were fantasy and sci-fi, but I enjoyed a good mystery/thriller novel, as well as all the classics from English Lit class. In addition to sports, Kelly worked at a local bookstore, and she let me use her 40% off employee discount to buy books, which I was grateful for. Kelly had tried to get a scholarship to play soccer (her best sport) at an NCAA Division 1 school, but unfortunately, had to settle for a smaller state school about two hours away from home. She moved away, and rarely came home her first year of college.
Over the years, I had taken an unfortunate liking towards Kelly–unfortunate, in that 1) I couldn’t date my foster sister. That’s in a similar taboo category as dating a step sibling. And 2) she barely gave me any notice those few years we lived together or whenever she was back home after starting college. Besides the employee discount at her bookstore, she rarely went out of her way to do anything nice for me, and in return, I gave her the space she seemed to want. In her eyes, I guess I was just the foster kid who her parents took in. Sure, we ate dinner together every night, went on family vacations together, and so on, but we were never close like real siblings (although, I guess our mutual avoidance of any close relationship with each other was still more than many real siblings’ relationships).
Kelly had long brown hair and hazel eyes, and she stood slightly above average at around 5’ 6” tall; her lack of extreme height, though, contributed to her focusing on soccer over volleyball. Conversely, I was tall for my age when I first moved in with the Robertsons, hitting an early growth spurt in 8th grade from 5’5” to just under 6’ tall by age 14 the year before I moved in with them. My growth quickly tapered off as I settled into my current 6’1” height. “You’re my big little brother,” she used to joke.
Kelly returned for the summer after her freshman year, just after my 18th birthday. The last time I had seen her was at the beginning of March when she had driven in on Friday of the first weekend of spring break so that Jim could drop her off at the airport in the morning to fly down to Florida for the rest of the week. She had gotten her nose pierced, and had worn a baggy hoodie and leggings, which was strange given that it was in the 70s and in the past would have been dressed in either soccer shorts or volleyball spandex and a tank top.
As she stepped out of her car, I understood why she had kept covered the last time she was in town. I had been reading on the porch when she pulled into the driveway, and I had to do a double take. This time, she was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and army green booty shorts. She now had an additional piercing in each ear, had changed her nose piercing to a septum piercing, and had what looked like more than a dozen tattoos, some on both arms and both legs, including one large floral piece that went up underneath the leg of her already short shorts. She had chopped most of her long hair off, buzzing one side of her head.
“I met someone, Jake,” she said to me, after giving me an awkward hug. “Can you please help me keep my parents from finding out about her?”
“First off, they’re going to be plenty distracted by your lack of hair and your extra piercings and tattoos, and second, did you say, ‘her’?” I asked, surprised. “You have a girlfriend?”
“Shh!” she hushed me, glancing at the door to make sure they couldn’t overhear us. “Yes. Her name is Alexa, and we’re going to move in together. We already signed a lease on an apartment near campus. Alexa moved in yesterday, and I just came home to grab some stuff and tell my parents that I’m moving out.”
Slightly shocked, I shrugged and gave her the classic “zip my lips” gesture before following her into the house. Jim and Jenna were shocked at Kelly’s new look as well, but surprisingly, for how somewhat formal they were (neither of them had any tattoos), they seemed to be okay with it. “I’m just glad you’re finally home for the summer,” said Jenna.
“Well, that’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’m actually moving back to school for the summer, I got an apartment close to campus.” No word about Alexa, I noticed. “And I also got a job working at the library on campus during the spring semester. My manager wants to keep me on for the summer to support the faculty and grad students who work on campus year round. That’s where I got the money for these tattoos.” She turned her arms over so they could get a better look at some of them. The news of her moving out was even more shocking to Jim and Jenna. I could see why Kelly didn’t want to come out to them about her girlfriend quite yet–that would have pushed them over the edge.
Kelly spent most of the afternoon packing up her room. Jenna picked up some groceries for Kelly to stock up her new apartment, and baked a batch of brownies when she got home from the store. Jim and I helped Kelly move a few small pieces of furniture, a nightstand and a chair, out to her Ford Escape. We ordered pizza for dinner, and, afterwards, Kelly made the two-hour drive back to school, texting Jenna around 9:00 PM that she made it safely.
“Hey Jake, this came for you yesterday, but I forgot to give it to you,” said Jenna, knocking on my open door and setting a small package on my desk. Her eyes looked puffy and her eye makeup was missing. She had clearly been crying.
“You alright?” I asked, putting my book down on the nightstand and walking over to her.
“I’m fine. I just didn’t think we’d be empty nesters so soon,” said Jenna. “No no, not that we’re expecting you to move out too,” she corrected, “just that we expected to have her back for the next few summers at least.”
“It’s okay,” I said, giving her a hug. “I’m sure she’ll come visit, and I’m sure she’d be happy to have us visit her too.”
Jenna smiled, gave a small nod, and whispered, “Thank you,” as she left my room. I never called her “mom,” even though I thought of her as one.
I sat down at my desk and turned over the package, looking for a return address. There was none, so I opened the box. Inside was a small, 3 x 2” wooden box, and a business card-sized envelope. I tore open the envelope and inside was a small note card with the words, “Your father left this with me to be given to you on your 18th birthday. Use it well.” The card was unsigned. The box was sealed with a wax stamp, which I peeled off carefully with my fingernail. Inside was a ring. It was made of a dark metal, with intricate carvings around the band. As I turned it over, a dark blue crystal embedded in the ring caught the glint of my reading lamp, casting a bluish hue all around the ring. I turned it over in my hand. It felt even heavier than I expected, but that’s the way old jewelry went, right?
I turned the card over, hoping to find out who sent it to me. The backside was blank apart from a small leaf embossed into the cardstock, the same design that was on the wax seal. I examined the wooden box and the cardboard shipping box, but I found nothing. The package had been shipped with UPS, but looking up the tracking number online showed no useful information other than that it had been delivered the previous day at 3:55 PM. The shipping label had been created by a guest user on UPS.com, so no sender information. I put the ring back into the box, and set it on my night stand, returning to my book.
I fell asleep reading, and woke up at 1:15 AM. I reached over to turn off my reading lamp on my nightstand, before I noticed the wooden box sitting there. I opened it, and took out the ring. I more closely examined the ring than I had when I had first opened the package. It was much larger than any of my fingers except for maybe my thumb. I turned it over in the palm of my hand, and slipped it onto my right ring finger. The ring contracted tight around my finger, and suddenly, the room went dark.
I was startled awake as if from a dream, lying on my back on a cold hardwood floor, a blanket tossed to my side. My head felt a bit dizzy and hazy, much like the one time I went to a party and had a little too much to drink. I felt weird, as if my body wasn’t my own. And where the heck was I? I had been in my bed just a moment ago. I clicked the home button on my phone, and it said 1:16 AM, only a minute after I had woken up the first time. Doing a double take, my lock screen picture had changed too, it was now a picture of Kelly with the face of another girl pressed up tight against hers giving her a kiss on the cheek. I sat up, head pounding. It was cold in the room, the window wide open, the overnight June air probably in the 60s. I got up, and followed the dim light out of the room I was in.
Directly across the hallway from where I came from was a bathroom. An urgent feeling of needing to pee overcame me quickly, and I walked inside. I lifted the lid on the toilet, pulled down my shorts, and let out a shriek. Where the fuck was my penis? Not only was it missing, but in its place was clearly a woman’s anatomy, shaved smooth. I pulled my shorts back up over my hips and flicked on the light. I stared into the mirror, and staring back at me was Kelly.
“Babe is everything alright? I heard you scream,” a sleepy voice said from the door. I turned, and a short girl, maybe 5’ tall at most, with almost black hair tied into a top knot and a tank top that clearly showed that she was not wearing a bra, was standing in the doorway. She approached me and gave me a hug, snuggling her head between what I now realized were not my man-boobs but rather Kelly’s woman-boobs.
“Who are you?” I whispered to myself.
“What?” she asked, gently pushing me away and taking a step back. “Babe, I mean we did have quite a bit to drink to christen our new apartment, but are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah… Fine…,” I said, still not sure what to think.
“Come back to bed. I’ll rub your back,” she said, pulling seductively on the hem of my t-shirt. I followed her back into the bedroom and sat down on my blanket. Kelly must not have gotten a bed yet and was sleeping on the floor with just a blanket and a pillow. The other girl must have been into camping or backpacking because she had been sleeping in a sleeping bag on a thin inflatable Thermarest mattress. She sat behind me, leaning her back against the wall we were using as a headboard, and began rubbing my back, running her hands up underneath my shirt. Still confused at how I got here in my foster sister’s body, her girlfriend giving me a back rub, I began to fidget with my ring before slipping it off my finger. The room went dark.
I awoke with a start. I was back in my bed in the Robertson’s house. The clock on my wall pointed to 1:20. The ring was missing from my right hand, but looking at my night stand, it had been placed back inside the box. I flipped the lid closed, turned off the light, and tried to get some sleep. These dreams felt so real, it must have been something I ate or something I was reading in my book as I fell asleep.
ROA: The Foster Family [CH1: The birthday gift]
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH2: Exploring potential]
ROA Halloween contest: The Foster Family, by Nothing4u2c. Word count approximately 15,000 words across four chapters and an epilogue. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to a real-life person or situation is completely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations, if unstated, are presumed to be over the age of 18. CW: this story focuses on a relationship within a boy and his foster family, which to some may toe the line of incest taboo.
Chapter 2: Exploring potential
I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep for five minutes, then five more, then ten more. Finally, I sat up, flicking the light back on and grabbing the box off the nightstand. I opened it, pulled out the ring, and slipped it on my finger. It again squeezed tight against my skin before the room went dark.
This time, waves of pleasure overcame me as soon as I awoke in Kelly’s body. Something was buzzing between my legs. I was naked, or rather Kelly was naked, I wasn’t entirely sure who was who at this point. Someone, I assumed to be Kelly’s girlfriend (Alexa, wasn’t it?) was behind me, one hand groping my left breast while the other was pushing a vibrator in and out of my pussy, matching her speed to the pulsing vibrations between my legs that I assumed to be a fairly casual pace for sexual intercourse. I (Jake) had yet to have “real sex”, but as with most teenaged boys, had seen and jerked off to my fair share of porn, and I have made it to what I considered to be second base (groping an ex’s boobs under her shirt without removing it while she massaged my penis through my jeans, neither of us reaching an orgasm).
The feeling of having something inside my body was unlike anything I have ever experienced. It was completely different from the one time I got sick and Jenna had driven me to the hospital where their forehead scanning thermometer was unfortunately down and instead they had to insert a ¼” thick rectal thermometer to confirm that yes, I had a fever. Completely bogus given the fact that I was visibly sweating and red hot yet felt like I had just fallen through the ice on a half-frozen pond, but I digress. The feeling of the vibrator plunging in and out of my newly acquired female body parts gave a similar, yet completely different sensation from jerking off my boy body’s penis.
My nipples were extremely sensitive as well, and as Alexa groped at my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples, I nearly orgasmed from the nipple play alone. I could feel the combination of the vibrations in my pussy and the stimulation of my nipples were going to push me over the edge.
“Mmm… yeah… oh fuck yeah. Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUCCKKK!!!” I screamed in ecstasy as my body tensed up around the vibrator and Alexa’s hand clasped extra tightly around my breast. Wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through my body, keeping in time with the pulsing vibrations of the vibrator. My back arched, and I screamed.
As I crested the peak of my pleasure, a sudden feeling of guilt hit me. I was experiencing what my foster sister was experiencing, an intimate moment with her new girlfriend in their new apartment. Maybe this was her first time having sex? What if I was stealing her first orgasm from her partner? I grasped the ring on my right ring finger and yanked it off, the room going dark and my mind returning back to my boy body in my bedroom in the Robertsons’ house.
The pleasure followed me back into my normal body; I had a rock hard erection. Thankfully, unlike Kelly, I hadn’t orgasmed yet, and my boxers were dry. Stripping off my shorts and boxers, I grabbed a handful of tissues and jerked myself off, reminiscing about the feeling of being a girl getting fucked by her girlfriend’s vibrator. I came quickly, wiped up the evidence off my stomach, and fell asleep, the ring magically returned to its box on the nightstand.
I woke up the next morning to a text from Kevin. “Hey bro. Wanna grab lunch today?” It was a Sunday, and I had nothing on my schedule. Summer schedule at Home Depot began on Monday; this was my last free day before becoming a full-time employee, where I had to work three out of four weekends every month. I had gotten into two colleges for the fall, including the school Kelly went to, but I needed to cover the extra $3000 per semester beyond what the trust would pay if I wanted to go, so Home Depot for at least 40 hours (40 + an extra shift worth of overtime if I was lucky) every week until classes began after Labor Day.
“Sure, how about Cossetta’s around 12:30?” Cossetta’s was a little Italian cafe about 8 miles away near the halfway point between the Robertsons’ house and Kevin’s apartment.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
I spent the morning reminiscing about the experience being in Kelly’s body. I contemplated putting the ring back on, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I jerked off once more to the memories, which had a much more visceral feeling since I guess technically I had experienced it. After taking a shower and getting ready for the day, I read for an hour or so, then decided to bike to Cossetta’s instead of driving since it was a nice June day. After I stuffed a pair of normal shoes into my backpack and grabbed my helmet off the hook on the back of my bedroom door, I grabbed the ring box off the nightstand and tossed it in with my shoes.
“I’m going to meet Kevin for lunch, be back later this afternoon,” I said to Jenna and Jim who were doing some gardening. I clipped my shoes into my new Cannondale bike (another one of those over-the-top gifts that the Robertsons had given me a few weeks back as a combination birthday and high school graduation gift), and was soon off towards Cossetta’s. Usually (again, “usually” as in “three of the four times I’ve ridden this bike since I’ve gotten it) I ride just to ride, not to get somewhere, so I don’t mind getting hot and sweaty and pushing myself to keep a 17-20 MPH pace. Today though, I was trying to get to Cossetta’s in a reasonable state of unsweatiness, so I kept things slow at around 12 MPH, making it to the restaurant in about 40 minutes. Still, I beat Kevin there, pulling in at 12:12.
I locked my bike to the bike rack out front, swapped my shoes, and tried my best to straighten my helmet hair. I entered the cafe and was seated by an older lady with a somewhat heavy accent (Angelina Cossetta, the original owner’s daughter who was born and raised in Italy before the whole family immigrated here in the 1980s and started this restaurant) at a table near the back of the restaurant.
“Would you like to order something to drink?” she asked. “Or will you be waiting for the rest of your party?”
“I’ll wait,” I said. She returned to the front desk while I perused the menu. I picked out what I was going to get (capicola and prosciutto, with goat cheese and arugula on homemade focaccia), and went on my phone to see if Kevin was on his way.
“Running behind, be there ASAP. Sorry!”
I scrolled through Instagram and came across a post from Kelly. The first photo was her and Alexa sitting by a pool. “Pool day! Don’t tell mom” with a left arrow and a winky face stated the caption. I scrolled to the next picture, and it was a different view where her and Alexa were laying beside each other on their stomachs, the camera picking up on both their butts in cheeky bikini bottoms. Kelly must have been referring to the swollen redness of a new tattoo that crossed from her lower back, underneath her swimsuit bottoms, ending just below her left butt cheek. It was covered by plastic to keep it safe from being in the sun, so I couldn’t make out what it was.
Her Instagram story was a boomerang of her jumping in the pool, the video reversing just as her toes hit the water, bringing her back to the pool deck before looping again. The next was the same style, this time of Alexa cannonballing, the video starting from her butt touching the water and ending at the peak of her splash, looping back and forth, again and again. The stories were posted less than five minutes ago, so they must still be there.
I dug into my backpack and pulled out the ring box. Even if Kevin was on time, he wouldn’t be here for another 10 minutes or so. So, I slipped on the ring, the room went dark, and then I awoke in Kelly’s body.
I (Kelly) was lying on my stomach, the warm sun warming my body. A dull burning pain came from my buttcheek where the new tattoo was slowly healing. I had never felt this much sun on my body before, because I (Jake) had 1) rarely laid out at the beach or pool (I preferred to stay under an umbrella and read or to do an activity rather than just sunbathe) but more importantly 2) had never worn such little clothing. Before I had put on the ring, Kelly had untied her bikini top, which was trapped underneath my body, leaving me wearing essentially just a thong.
I looked to my right and saw to my surprise that Alexa had also untied her bikini top, except for one key difference: she was tanning on her back, letting her boobs soak up the sun. Although they were technically probably only a large B cup or small C cup, they fit her small 5’ tall frame well. I could see faint tanlines, but I could tell she had done this before.
Feeling a bit daring, I also turned over, exposing my foster sister’s boobs to her girlfriend and the warm sun. The towel felt especially strange on my recently tattooed butt, but the strangest sensitivity was once again my nipples. Exposed to the light breeze, they immediately perked up, standing up high enough to cast a shadow.
“Finally, geez, I told you tanning topless was great,” said Alexa, referring to my new position. “It’s almost as good as going fully nude.” She looked at me through her dark sunglasses, pulling them down and winking.
Feeling daring, and reminding myself that this wasn’t me being exposed, it was my foster sister, I looked around the pool area to make sure there weren’t any wandering eyes (it was empty except for us), and I shimmied my bikini bottoms off my body. My tanlines from my bottoms were even more pronounced than my tanlines from my bikini top, Kelly must have tanned topless at least a bit before.
“Holy shit, Kel, I could literally eat you right now.”
“Do it,” I said. “I dare you.”
Alexa rolled over so she was on her hands and knees and crawled down between my legs. She began kissing legs, starting at the knees and working her way first up my right leg to my hip, then repeating the process on my left leg. Instead of stopping at my hip though, she moved inward, kissing my belly button. She then slowly made a line of kisses straight down to my newfound pussy. She kissed each of my outer lips before using her tongue to separate them, gently licking up and down each fold, searching for the clit. I imagined that she knew how to find the clit, unlike my (Kelly’s) two ex boyfriends.
Just as the pleasure began building as Alexa flicked her tongue back and forth across my clit, I suddenly felt the urge to leave. Initially, I started to pull my hips back from Alexa’s exploring tongue before I realized the pull was from outside of Kelly’s body: my boy body was telling me to return for some reason, and I immediately obliged, pulling off the ring. The bright sun disappeared into blackness, and I was soon jolted awake in the corner booth of Cossetta’s back to my normal self.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, can I get you something while you wait?” asked the server, a cute girl I had seen here before. “Amanda” said her name tag.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to doze off. No, I’m fine, I’ll just keep waiting for now, thanks,” I replied. The chime attached to the door jingled as Kevin and his girlfriend, Kate, strolled in. “Oh there they are now, actually.” I waved to them and they joined me at the corner table. I hadn’t realized Kate was coming too.
“Man, you look beat,” Kevin said. I hadn’t actually dozed off, but to anyone around me it must have looked that way, and I did have messy bike helmet hair that probably added to my frumpy look.
“Didn’t sleep great last night,” I said, which was at least partially true.
“Alright I can’t hold it in any longer,” Kevin said. “Kate and I are engaged!”
Kate held out her hand, showing me her ring. It was a fairly small diamond ring, nothing fancy, but I knew Kevin was barely getting by now that his trust fund had run out. He had split his money between rent and community college, ending with two years of miscellaneous college credits, no degree, and no more money for rent. He had two part-time jobs, working mornings and afternoons at a music supply store stocking shelves and selling guitars that he did not know how to play, and evenings bartending. He had probably spent a couple months’ income to pay for the ring, and it wasn’t even that big or extravagant, but it was the thought that counted.
“Tell me the story!” I said after giving them both hugs of congratulations.
Kevin and Kate both dove into telling the story, each giving their perspectives of how things went, how Kevin thought he had kept secret his plans to propose yet didn’t think to put the ring in a less conspicuous box that stuck out of his pants pocket all night, how Kate had cried and her makeup was smeared for all of the pictures they had taken, which they showed me of course. Amanda came back and took out orders, and Kevin and Kate, being 22 and 23, ordered a bottle of champagne for the table (“Actually, we only serve Italian prosecco, but if you ask Angelina, it’s ‘better than champagne.’ Those Italians will NEVER admit anything from France is good,” Amanda joked), and I drank a glass even though I was underage.
“And of course I want you to be my best man,” Kevin said. “If you want to, of course,” he added.
“Absolutely!” I agreed with a grin. Kevin refilled our glasses and we toasted to the happy couple. Our food came, we ate, and Kevin paid the bill. Although I was 18, my trust fund needed to be paid out to a “responsible party,” basically anyone other than me, for example, a college billing department or an apartment landlord or a mortgage company. So, I only had what “fun” money I had earned during the school year working a couple nights a week and the occasional Saturday.
Before we left, Kate decided to use the restroom. I followed suit while Kevin waited outside with Kate’s purse and leftovers. In the men’s room, I had an idea. I went into the stall, locked the door, and quickly rummaged around in my backpack for the ring box. It had fallen to the bottom with the ring held firmly in place in the foam insert even though I hadn’t put it back inside after taking it off at Kelly and Alexa’s pool party. I didn’t know how it worked, but somehow the ring knew that I didn’t want to jump into Kelly’s body again. As soon as I slipped it on, the room went dark, then I awoke on a nearly identical toilet, only it smelled less of splattered pee from the urinal.
I peered down to see that indeed it had worked. The ring was firmly around my right ring finger, and I was staring down at a new nude pussy. Kate was a bit heavier set than Kelly, and her ginger drapes definitely matched the carpet, that was just visible past her large chest. I grabbed the bottom of my (Kate’s) shirt and lifted it off my head, exposing my lacy bra underneath. It was a front clasp, and I undid it, the pressure of the trapped boobs springing it loose. Kate had large areolas to match her large breast size, and they were a bit less sensitive than Kelly’s had been, granted Kelly had been in the midst of sexual acts when I had embodied her. Although she was about the same height as Kelly, Kate had probably an extra 30 pounds of weight, and it showed; an inch or so thick of soft fat covered most of her torso. Her milky white skin felt smooth under my fingers, and unlike Kelly, her very faint tan lines showed that she wore a one-piece swimsuit most of the time.
“Damn, Kevin,” I thought, “you did pretty good, landing a girl like her.”
Knowing that my time was quickly up (no one ever wanted to think you were pooping in a public restroom), I slipped the ring off. The room faded to darkness and again, I was sitting in a nearly identical bathroom stall, the smell of stale urine once again hitting my nostrils. The ring was nowhere to be seen on my hand, returned safely to its box in my backpack. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom and found Kevin leaning against a wall nearby. We made some small talk (“Before you go, you gotta check out my graduation gift from the Robertsons. They got me a new Cannondale bike. It’s sick. I rode it here, it’s out front,” I said), before Kate exited the bathroom, looking flustered.
“Everything okay?” asked Kevin. Kate gave me a nervous look.
“Yeah well, something weird just happened. I guess you’re officially family now, Jake, so I guess it’s fine to tell you,” she began in a voice barely above a whisper so no one else in the restaurant could hear. “One second I was sitting on the toilet, then the room went black for a second. Did the power flicker out here too?” she asked. We shook our heads no. She continued, “And then when the lights came on, I was topless. Like I have no idea what happened. Maybe I blacked out for a second? But why did I unconsciously take my shirt and bra off?”
I put on a confused and worried look that mimicked the one on Kevin’s face. He frowned and said, “Hmm, that’s weird, babe. Maybe we should stop at the urgent care on the way home so you can get checked out?”
“No, I think I’m fine now, I mean, I just sort of feel weird that a few seconds or maybe a minute or two of my life are just gone.”
“If you’re sure…” shrugged Kevin. Kate nodded back.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Let’s just head home now and I’ll lay down for a while this afternoon.”
Chapter 2: Exploring potential
I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep for five minutes, then five more, then ten more. Finally, I sat up, flicking the light back on and grabbing the box off the nightstand. I opened it, pulled out the ring, and slipped it on my finger. It again squeezed tight against my skin before the room went dark.
This time, waves of pleasure overcame me as soon as I awoke in Kelly’s body. Something was buzzing between my legs. I was naked, or rather Kelly was naked, I wasn’t entirely sure who was who at this point. Someone, I assumed to be Kelly’s girlfriend (Alexa, wasn’t it?) was behind me, one hand groping my left breast while the other was pushing a vibrator in and out of my pussy, matching her speed to the pulsing vibrations between my legs that I assumed to be a fairly casual pace for sexual intercourse. I (Jake) had yet to have “real sex”, but as with most teenaged boys, had seen and jerked off to my fair share of porn, and I have made it to what I considered to be second base (groping an ex’s boobs under her shirt without removing it while she massaged my penis through my jeans, neither of us reaching an orgasm).
The feeling of having something inside my body was unlike anything I have ever experienced. It was completely different from the one time I got sick and Jenna had driven me to the hospital where their forehead scanning thermometer was unfortunately down and instead they had to insert a ¼” thick rectal thermometer to confirm that yes, I had a fever. Completely bogus given the fact that I was visibly sweating and red hot yet felt like I had just fallen through the ice on a half-frozen pond, but I digress. The feeling of the vibrator plunging in and out of my newly acquired female body parts gave a similar, yet completely different sensation from jerking off my boy body’s penis.
My nipples were extremely sensitive as well, and as Alexa groped at my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples, I nearly orgasmed from the nipple play alone. I could feel the combination of the vibrations in my pussy and the stimulation of my nipples were going to push me over the edge.
“Mmm… yeah… oh fuck yeah. Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUCCKKK!!!” I screamed in ecstasy as my body tensed up around the vibrator and Alexa’s hand clasped extra tightly around my breast. Wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through my body, keeping in time with the pulsing vibrations of the vibrator. My back arched, and I screamed.
As I crested the peak of my pleasure, a sudden feeling of guilt hit me. I was experiencing what my foster sister was experiencing, an intimate moment with her new girlfriend in their new apartment. Maybe this was her first time having sex? What if I was stealing her first orgasm from her partner? I grasped the ring on my right ring finger and yanked it off, the room going dark and my mind returning back to my boy body in my bedroom in the Robertsons’ house.
The pleasure followed me back into my normal body; I had a rock hard erection. Thankfully, unlike Kelly, I hadn’t orgasmed yet, and my boxers were dry. Stripping off my shorts and boxers, I grabbed a handful of tissues and jerked myself off, reminiscing about the feeling of being a girl getting fucked by her girlfriend’s vibrator. I came quickly, wiped up the evidence off my stomach, and fell asleep, the ring magically returned to its box on the nightstand.
I woke up the next morning to a text from Kevin. “Hey bro. Wanna grab lunch today?” It was a Sunday, and I had nothing on my schedule. Summer schedule at Home Depot began on Monday; this was my last free day before becoming a full-time employee, where I had to work three out of four weekends every month. I had gotten into two colleges for the fall, including the school Kelly went to, but I needed to cover the extra $3000 per semester beyond what the trust would pay if I wanted to go, so Home Depot for at least 40 hours (40 + an extra shift worth of overtime if I was lucky) every week until classes began after Labor Day.
“Sure, how about Cossetta’s around 12:30?” Cossetta’s was a little Italian cafe about 8 miles away near the halfway point between the Robertsons’ house and Kevin’s apartment.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
I spent the morning reminiscing about the experience being in Kelly’s body. I contemplated putting the ring back on, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I jerked off once more to the memories, which had a much more visceral feeling since I guess technically I had experienced it. After taking a shower and getting ready for the day, I read for an hour or so, then decided to bike to Cossetta’s instead of driving since it was a nice June day. After I stuffed a pair of normal shoes into my backpack and grabbed my helmet off the hook on the back of my bedroom door, I grabbed the ring box off the nightstand and tossed it in with my shoes.
“I’m going to meet Kevin for lunch, be back later this afternoon,” I said to Jenna and Jim who were doing some gardening. I clipped my shoes into my new Cannondale bike (another one of those over-the-top gifts that the Robertsons had given me a few weeks back as a combination birthday and high school graduation gift), and was soon off towards Cossetta’s. Usually (again, “usually” as in “three of the four times I’ve ridden this bike since I’ve gotten it) I ride just to ride, not to get somewhere, so I don’t mind getting hot and sweaty and pushing myself to keep a 17-20 MPH pace. Today though, I was trying to get to Cossetta’s in a reasonable state of unsweatiness, so I kept things slow at around 12 MPH, making it to the restaurant in about 40 minutes. Still, I beat Kevin there, pulling in at 12:12.
I locked my bike to the bike rack out front, swapped my shoes, and tried my best to straighten my helmet hair. I entered the cafe and was seated by an older lady with a somewhat heavy accent (Angelina Cossetta, the original owner’s daughter who was born and raised in Italy before the whole family immigrated here in the 1980s and started this restaurant) at a table near the back of the restaurant.
“Would you like to order something to drink?” she asked. “Or will you be waiting for the rest of your party?”
“I’ll wait,” I said. She returned to the front desk while I perused the menu. I picked out what I was going to get (capicola and prosciutto, with goat cheese and arugula on homemade focaccia), and went on my phone to see if Kevin was on his way.
“Running behind, be there ASAP. Sorry!”
I scrolled through Instagram and came across a post from Kelly. The first photo was her and Alexa sitting by a pool. “Pool day! Don’t tell mom” with a left arrow and a winky face stated the caption. I scrolled to the next picture, and it was a different view where her and Alexa were laying beside each other on their stomachs, the camera picking up on both their butts in cheeky bikini bottoms. Kelly must have been referring to the swollen redness of a new tattoo that crossed from her lower back, underneath her swimsuit bottoms, ending just below her left butt cheek. It was covered by plastic to keep it safe from being in the sun, so I couldn’t make out what it was.
Her Instagram story was a boomerang of her jumping in the pool, the video reversing just as her toes hit the water, bringing her back to the pool deck before looping again. The next was the same style, this time of Alexa cannonballing, the video starting from her butt touching the water and ending at the peak of her splash, looping back and forth, again and again. The stories were posted less than five minutes ago, so they must still be there.
I dug into my backpack and pulled out the ring box. Even if Kevin was on time, he wouldn’t be here for another 10 minutes or so. So, I slipped on the ring, the room went dark, and then I awoke in Kelly’s body.
I (Kelly) was lying on my stomach, the warm sun warming my body. A dull burning pain came from my buttcheek where the new tattoo was slowly healing. I had never felt this much sun on my body before, because I (Jake) had 1) rarely laid out at the beach or pool (I preferred to stay under an umbrella and read or to do an activity rather than just sunbathe) but more importantly 2) had never worn such little clothing. Before I had put on the ring, Kelly had untied her bikini top, which was trapped underneath my body, leaving me wearing essentially just a thong.
I looked to my right and saw to my surprise that Alexa had also untied her bikini top, except for one key difference: she was tanning on her back, letting her boobs soak up the sun. Although they were technically probably only a large B cup or small C cup, they fit her small 5’ tall frame well. I could see faint tanlines, but I could tell she had done this before.
Feeling a bit daring, I also turned over, exposing my foster sister’s boobs to her girlfriend and the warm sun. The towel felt especially strange on my recently tattooed butt, but the strangest sensitivity was once again my nipples. Exposed to the light breeze, they immediately perked up, standing up high enough to cast a shadow.
“Finally, geez, I told you tanning topless was great,” said Alexa, referring to my new position. “It’s almost as good as going fully nude.” She looked at me through her dark sunglasses, pulling them down and winking.
Feeling daring, and reminding myself that this wasn’t me being exposed, it was my foster sister, I looked around the pool area to make sure there weren’t any wandering eyes (it was empty except for us), and I shimmied my bikini bottoms off my body. My tanlines from my bottoms were even more pronounced than my tanlines from my bikini top, Kelly must have tanned topless at least a bit before.
“Holy shit, Kel, I could literally eat you right now.”
“Do it,” I said. “I dare you.”
Alexa rolled over so she was on her hands and knees and crawled down between my legs. She began kissing legs, starting at the knees and working her way first up my right leg to my hip, then repeating the process on my left leg. Instead of stopping at my hip though, she moved inward, kissing my belly button. She then slowly made a line of kisses straight down to my newfound pussy. She kissed each of my outer lips before using her tongue to separate them, gently licking up and down each fold, searching for the clit. I imagined that she knew how to find the clit, unlike my (Kelly’s) two ex boyfriends.
Just as the pleasure began building as Alexa flicked her tongue back and forth across my clit, I suddenly felt the urge to leave. Initially, I started to pull my hips back from Alexa’s exploring tongue before I realized the pull was from outside of Kelly’s body: my boy body was telling me to return for some reason, and I immediately obliged, pulling off the ring. The bright sun disappeared into blackness, and I was soon jolted awake in the corner booth of Cossetta’s back to my normal self.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, can I get you something while you wait?” asked the server, a cute girl I had seen here before. “Amanda” said her name tag.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to doze off. No, I’m fine, I’ll just keep waiting for now, thanks,” I replied. The chime attached to the door jingled as Kevin and his girlfriend, Kate, strolled in. “Oh there they are now, actually.” I waved to them and they joined me at the corner table. I hadn’t realized Kate was coming too.
“Man, you look beat,” Kevin said. I hadn’t actually dozed off, but to anyone around me it must have looked that way, and I did have messy bike helmet hair that probably added to my frumpy look.
“Didn’t sleep great last night,” I said, which was at least partially true.
“Alright I can’t hold it in any longer,” Kevin said. “Kate and I are engaged!”
Kate held out her hand, showing me her ring. It was a fairly small diamond ring, nothing fancy, but I knew Kevin was barely getting by now that his trust fund had run out. He had split his money between rent and community college, ending with two years of miscellaneous college credits, no degree, and no more money for rent. He had two part-time jobs, working mornings and afternoons at a music supply store stocking shelves and selling guitars that he did not know how to play, and evenings bartending. He had probably spent a couple months’ income to pay for the ring, and it wasn’t even that big or extravagant, but it was the thought that counted.
“Tell me the story!” I said after giving them both hugs of congratulations.
Kevin and Kate both dove into telling the story, each giving their perspectives of how things went, how Kevin thought he had kept secret his plans to propose yet didn’t think to put the ring in a less conspicuous box that stuck out of his pants pocket all night, how Kate had cried and her makeup was smeared for all of the pictures they had taken, which they showed me of course. Amanda came back and took out orders, and Kevin and Kate, being 22 and 23, ordered a bottle of champagne for the table (“Actually, we only serve Italian prosecco, but if you ask Angelina, it’s ‘better than champagne.’ Those Italians will NEVER admit anything from France is good,” Amanda joked), and I drank a glass even though I was underage.
“And of course I want you to be my best man,” Kevin said. “If you want to, of course,” he added.
“Absolutely!” I agreed with a grin. Kevin refilled our glasses and we toasted to the happy couple. Our food came, we ate, and Kevin paid the bill. Although I was 18, my trust fund needed to be paid out to a “responsible party,” basically anyone other than me, for example, a college billing department or an apartment landlord or a mortgage company. So, I only had what “fun” money I had earned during the school year working a couple nights a week and the occasional Saturday.
Before we left, Kate decided to use the restroom. I followed suit while Kevin waited outside with Kate’s purse and leftovers. In the men’s room, I had an idea. I went into the stall, locked the door, and quickly rummaged around in my backpack for the ring box. It had fallen to the bottom with the ring held firmly in place in the foam insert even though I hadn’t put it back inside after taking it off at Kelly and Alexa’s pool party. I didn’t know how it worked, but somehow the ring knew that I didn’t want to jump into Kelly’s body again. As soon as I slipped it on, the room went dark, then I awoke on a nearly identical toilet, only it smelled less of splattered pee from the urinal.
I peered down to see that indeed it had worked. The ring was firmly around my right ring finger, and I was staring down at a new nude pussy. Kate was a bit heavier set than Kelly, and her ginger drapes definitely matched the carpet, that was just visible past her large chest. I grabbed the bottom of my (Kate’s) shirt and lifted it off my head, exposing my lacy bra underneath. It was a front clasp, and I undid it, the pressure of the trapped boobs springing it loose. Kate had large areolas to match her large breast size, and they were a bit less sensitive than Kelly’s had been, granted Kelly had been in the midst of sexual acts when I had embodied her. Although she was about the same height as Kelly, Kate had probably an extra 30 pounds of weight, and it showed; an inch or so thick of soft fat covered most of her torso. Her milky white skin felt smooth under my fingers, and unlike Kelly, her very faint tan lines showed that she wore a one-piece swimsuit most of the time.
“Damn, Kevin,” I thought, “you did pretty good, landing a girl like her.”
Knowing that my time was quickly up (no one ever wanted to think you were pooping in a public restroom), I slipped the ring off. The room faded to darkness and again, I was sitting in a nearly identical bathroom stall, the smell of stale urine once again hitting my nostrils. The ring was nowhere to be seen on my hand, returned safely to its box in my backpack. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom and found Kevin leaning against a wall nearby. We made some small talk (“Before you go, you gotta check out my graduation gift from the Robertsons. They got me a new Cannondale bike. It’s sick. I rode it here, it’s out front,” I said), before Kate exited the bathroom, looking flustered.
“Everything okay?” asked Kevin. Kate gave me a nervous look.
“Yeah well, something weird just happened. I guess you’re officially family now, Jake, so I guess it’s fine to tell you,” she began in a voice barely above a whisper so no one else in the restaurant could hear. “One second I was sitting on the toilet, then the room went black for a second. Did the power flicker out here too?” she asked. We shook our heads no. She continued, “And then when the lights came on, I was topless. Like I have no idea what happened. Maybe I blacked out for a second? But why did I unconsciously take my shirt and bra off?”
I put on a confused and worried look that mimicked the one on Kevin’s face. He frowned and said, “Hmm, that’s weird, babe. Maybe we should stop at the urgent care on the way home so you can get checked out?”
“No, I think I’m fine now, I mean, I just sort of feel weird that a few seconds or maybe a minute or two of my life are just gone.”
“If you’re sure…” shrugged Kevin. Kate nodded back.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Let’s just head home now and I’ll lay down for a while this afternoon.”
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH3: Testing the limits]
ROA Halloween contest: The Foster Family, by Nothing4u2c. Word count approximately 15,000 words across four chapters and an epilogue. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to a real-life person or situation is completely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations, if unstated, are presumed to be over the age of 18. CW: this story focuses on a relationship within a boy and his foster family, which to some may toe the line of incest taboo.
Chapter 3: Testing the limits
We left the restaurant, chatting for a few minutes about my bike as I swapped into my clip-on shoes and got my helmet on. Kevin and Kate drove away, and I biked back home. After hanging my bike on the rack in the Robertsons’ garage, I entered through the garage door into the kitchen. Jim and Jenna were both on the couch in the living room, red in the face and sweaty.
“We just finished yard work, it’s getting so hot out there. How was the bike ride in this heat?” asked Jenna. “And how was lunch with your brother?”
“It was good! His girlfriend Kate came along. Well, I guess not girlfriend anymore, he had some news to share that they got engaged!” I paraphrased their engagement story, and Jenna suggested we have them over for dinner sometime soon to celebrate. Kevin had been over to their house dozens of times over the years, and had come to know Jenna and Jim as parent-like role models in the same way I had living with them over the last few years. I texted Kevin and he agreed and suggested Friday night, maybe do a backyard barbecue since it was the start of summer and he and Kate weren’t allowed to have a grill at their apartment. I relayed the message to the Robertsons, and they agreed.
I went up to my bedroom, dumping my biking backpack on the floor and hanging my helmet on my door hook. I grabbed the ring out of my backpack and placed it on my desk. I was about to open up the ring box when I caught a whiff of my own body odor, and decided I should take a shower first.
After cleaning up, I returned to my room. I could hear Jim and Jenna outside on the porch, their voices muffled. They loved to sit and chat in the two wicker chairs, so I assumed they would be preoccupied for a while. I grabbed the ring box, popped it open, and laid down on my bed. I took a closer look at the blue gemstone embedded in the ring, and I looked up on my phone what it might be. There were a handful of different blue gemstones, topaz, sapphire, turquoise, and a few others, but none of them had the deep penetrating blue color that this one did. I tried searching for rings with special powers and was bombarded with Lord of the Rings material (“Of course, dummy,” I thought) but I did find a few other forums that talked about other mysterious rings that gave the wearer certain powers. None of them specifically matched the description of what this ring was doing to me though, and none of the forums seemed like legit real-world discussions, rather they seemed more like some weird fanfic sites or cults that I had never heard of.
While clicking through various websites and Reddit pages, I absentmindedly slipped the ring onto my finger and the room went black. I awoke with a start, sitting on a wicker chair on the front porch. I had jumped to Jenna’s body. I didn’t stay long, I felt like I was intruding on their conversation (and I wasn’t sure how to naturally respond to Jim’s last statement), so I slipped the ring off and returned to my body in my bedroom. The ring was again replaced in the box on the nightstand, and I reached over and grabbed it.
I thought I would run some tests. First, I wanted to figure out how it knew where to bring me. I thought hard about Kate and slipped it on, and sure enough, it popped me over to Kevin and Kate’s apartment. Kate was looking at her phone at wedding ideas, and Kevin was sitting on the other couch also on his phone, not realizing that his fiancee was being possessed by his brother. I slipped the ring off and repeated the experiment, thinking first about Kelly (I instantly popped over to find her wrapped up in a post-pool day robe with nothing on underneath, lounging on the couch while Alexa cooked dinner in the kitchen), then about Jenna (back on the porch, this time Jim said, “go on, you just stopped mid-sentence.”), then back to Kate (still on her phone looking up wedding ideas while Kevin now looked like he was dozing off).
Next, I tried thinking about Alexa as I slipped on the ring. The room went dark for a second, but when I jolted awake, I was back in my own body. I tried again, and the same thing happened. Maybe I couldn’t swap bodies with someone I didn’t know? I tried thinking hard of Jennifer Aniston. Didn’t work. Miley Cyrus. Didn’t work. Then I remembered I had met Carrie Underwood after her concert that the Robertsons had taken Kelly and me to. The room went dark, then I awoke in Carrie’s body. However, it felt much different than Kelly, Jenna, or Kate. I couldn’t control her, I could only view her life through her eyes. Her voice still came out in her own words as she sat around a dinner table with her husband and two kids. Even though I felt myself pull off the ring, her hands did not move. The room went dark and I returned to my body in my bedroom.
After more extensive testing here’s what I concluded were the general rules that the ring used: 1) I could swap bodies with anyone girl I knew well. I could not swap at all with someone I hadn’t met. I could only view the lives of people who I had met once but didn’t actually know. I could not swap places with a man even if we knew each other well (I tried Kevin and Jim, both times ending up right back where I started). 2) I also couldn’t swap with a girl who was underage. I assumed that meant under 18, but it could have meant under my own age since I was only a few weeks past that age. There also was a maximum age limit I could swap into. It seemed like a generational thing, I could swap into Jenna’s body, but not her mom’s, even thought I had been to Grandma’s house many times. 3) As I figured out in the booth at Costello’s, when I was using the ring, my body would look as if it was asleep, so I needed to use it in places where that was okay. And, based on Kate’s recounting of what happened, the “victim” saw what I saw: the lights go dim, and then the next feeling is like you just woke up, only instead of a continuous timeline for me, the victim lost their memory of when I was possessing them. That means I did in fact screw up Kelly’s orgasm last night.
My final test, I wanted to try seeing how quickly I could change something in someone else’s life. My plan was to pop into Kelly’s body, swap her robe for a blanket (there was one next to her on the couch, assuming she didn’t move since the last test I did on her) and pop right back to my own body. With this plan in mind, I put on the ring. The room went dark, but instead of possessing Kelly, I was seeing her from a third person. I wasn’t seeing Alexa’s perspective, since she was also in view. What I saw was Kelly standing up off the couch, untying her robe and letting it fall to the ground, leaving her fully naked for a second, before grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and wrapping it around her, and sitting back down on the couch. The room went dark, and I popped back into my body in my bedroom, the ring returned to its box. So, it seemed like for small, planned out tasks, I could watch them happen from an omniscient point of view rather than having to actually do them myself. This could have some interesting uses.
I used my ring several times over the next hour or so to put myself in as many girls’ shoes as I could imagine. In some cases, they were in the middle of conversations with large groups of people, and I usually left those quickly so as to not have to take too much time trying to fit in with whatever was going on. I also used the quick swap function of the ring to put people into embarrassing situations (I made Kelly moon Alexa, for example).
One of my favorite moments was swapping into Miss Villanueva’s body, a teacher who had just graduated from college and started working at my high school during my sophomore year. She was one of the only Latina teachers in the school district. She had a body that had every high school guy, and even some of the girls, drooling over her. 5’4” tall; a booty that was thicc with two c’s; full D-cup breasts; dark skin with wavy, nearly-black hair; eyes that were piercingly greenish brown matched with sharp eyebrows. She was from the Dominican Republic, but had lived in the U.S. since she was in elementary school. She spoke fluent Spanish, but only taught the senior-level Spanish class that focused on fluency and conversation rather than grammar and writing that the earlier classes focused on since her college degree was not in Spanish education. Her secondary education degree concentration had been in STEM (science, technology, engineering, and math), so she taught Biology 1 & 2, Chemistry 1 & 2, and AP Physics. I enjoyed science, but as I mentioned before, my passion was reading and writing, so I was only ever in Biology 1 with Miss Villanueva; I was in Biology 2 with Mr. Klein, a 60+ year old former college professor who retired to teach high school, and I only needed Chemistry 1 to graduate, which I took with Mrs. Klein, Mr. Klein’s daughter who was probably in her 40s.
That semester with Miss Villanueva was one I will never forget. Her hips swayed as she walked around the room while we were learning anatomy by quizzing our lab partners on various bones and muscles. She’d stop by each table and point out things we were getting wrong or would test us on extra parts we hadn’t investigated with our lab partners yet. Her perfume always smelled like a tropical fruity drink, maybe something from her home country. One time, she had to lean over the desk to adjust the microscope on our table during our unit on mitosis and meiosis (cell division), and while she was looking through the microscope lens, my lab partner Mike and I got a wonderful view of her ample cleavage. We made eye contact and gave each other that “yeah, I know you’re looking too,” nod of approval.
When I swapped into Miss Villanueva’s body, she was sitting by the pool much like Kelly and Alexa had been. By now the sun was getting close to the horizon, the strongest rays had left hours ago. There was a consistent thud of reggaeton music coming from a bluetooth speaker, with a dozen other girls lounging around, sipping on drinks and soaking up the last hour of sun. Miss Villanueva–Isabella–was lying on her back on a lounger, nearly dozing off. I glanced down at her body, barely able to see past her large breasts. Covering her breasts were triangular strips of red fabric maybe 2 inches wide, just enough to hide her nipples and areolas, but not much else. Matching her top were her bikini bottoms, again a thin strip maybe 3 or 4 inches wide at most, just enough to keep her slit out of view.
I flipped over onto my (Isabella’s) stomach, and grabbed my phone off the plastic table next to me. Her phone opened with FaceID, and I found the camera app. I could feel a lack of coverage on my ass, but taking a selfie while lying on my stomach confirmed it: there was only a 1 inch triangle at the top of my butt crack, a string disappearing between my cheeks. I snapped a few selfies and sent them to my (Jake’s) number, deleting the texts so that her phone showed no evidence of my number.
Had I still been in high school, this would have been more awkward, but since I was likely never going to see Miss Villanueva in a professional setting again, I had no problem taking advantage of her state of undress. In fact, I decided to up the ante a bit.
“Hey,” I said to the girl next to me. An unfortunate side effect of swapping bodies was that I had no clue what anybody’s names were unless I (Jake) had met them before. “Do you mind if I soak up the last few rays topless?”
“Izz, it’s your pool, you can do whatever the fuck you wanna do girl. Hell, you can even take those bottoms off for all I care. We’re all girls here, and the size of that bikini ain’t hiding much anyway!”
I smiled, stood up, and pulled the neck strap over my head, letting the cups fold down over my stomach. I turned the bikini top backwards so I could get at the knot, untied it, and tossed the tiny top into a pile with my flip flops. My bikini bottoms followed soon after, and I got a few hoots from some of the other girls as I gave my hips a little shimmy. As with my invasion of Kelly’s body, the feeling of being naked in a way I had never experienced before brought pulses of adrenaline and pleasure that coursed through my veins. I laid back down on my lounger, and watched as all eyes that were on me returned to books, drinks, and casual conversation.
One girl who had been wading in the belly-deep shallow end of the pool took my lead and peeled off her bikini top, tossing it to the side of the pool. She kept her black bottoms on, but pulled herself up onto a floating raft.
“You go Maria!” came another shout, followed by a wolf whistle, as a third girl who was wearing a navy one-piece peeled it off her body, doing a little dance for the crowd. Someone upped the volume on the bluetooth speaker, and soon she was twerking, her ass bouncing up and down as her cheeks spread and slapped back together. Another two girls joined in, one stripping off just her bikini top while the other remained clothed in a sheer, lacy coverup that showed her thong bikini through it. Laughter ensued as the song ended.
We continued lounging around for the next half hour as the sun sank lower, a few more girls joining in on our nudity. I took as many mental pictures as possible, and did my best to fake responding to a text message while snapping real pictures that I sent to myself. I got a few looking down at Isabella's nude body at the area around her landing strip of pubic hair just above her slit, the only part that was not as tan as the rest of her body. Her breasts were nearly devoid of tanlines; tanning topless must have been a common activity, which made sense since she had her own pool. I also got a few candid pictures of the other girls lounging around the pool, including one of Maria with her legs spread, trying to scooch up onto an inner tube.
I knew my time at the pool was running out, as the sun began to set, the evening sky turning colors of orange, pink, and purple. The girls began exiting the pool, packing up their things, and getting dressed. It was a Sunday after all, and everyone had to work the next day. I remained naked as I hugged just about everyone goodbye, and soon there was only me and another girl left. She was also naked but had wrapped herself in a towel.
“How long are you sticking around?” I asked. She gave me a look that told me I had said something stupid.
“Come on Izzy, I live here now too you know,” she said. “Geez, how many margs did you drink?”
“Too many,” I said, feigning drunkenness. I guess this was my roommate. We grabbed the last few items from around the pool and made our way inside. I threw on the sheer lace coverup I had out by the pool, essentially still naked as my breasts and pussy were clearly visible through the thin material. We cleaned up the kitchen, putting away a half dozen bottles of booze and mixers, putting the plastic wine glasses we were using in the dishwasher, and preheating the oven to make dinner.
“Izzy, I love you,” she said to me, wrapping me up in a hug from behind as I finished loading the dishwasher. She kissed my neck, and tingles ran up and down my spine.
I let out a soft moan. “Mmm…”
Her hands traveled up and down my sides, passing gently over my hips and making their way back up to the sides of my breasts. She pulled my coverup over my head and tossed it onto the floor behind her. She lightly dragged her fingernails over my skin, rubbing gentle circles around each nipple. She let her towel drop to a puddle around our feet, and I could feel her perky breasts pressed up against my back. Setting down the last plate I was drying along with the dish towel, I reached back to grab her ass.
The room went dark, and suddenly I awoke again in my bedroom, the faint glow of the recent sunset giving me just enough light to see that the ring box was back in its place on my nightstand. My penis was hard and throbbing, but just as I reached into my shorts to whip it out and begin stroking, I heard Jenna coming up the stairs. A soft knock on the door followed a second later, just enough time for me to shove my dick into an not-so-obvious position down the leg of my boxers.
“Hey sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, I just woke up. I was about to get out of bed.”
“I came by earlier to check if you wanted something for dinner, but I saw that you were asleep, so I figured I’d let you keep sleeping. Jim and I just made some pasta and garlic bread, there’s plenty leftover in the fridge if you’d like some.”
“Thank you, I’ll be down in a few to warm up a plate.”
Last time I had been dragged out of someone else’s body, the waitress had been trying to get my attention while I was waiting for Kevin and Kate to show up. This time, however, Jenna had been at least a minute or so away from coming to wake me up. Plus, I didn’t have that sudden urge to pull off the ring like I did when I was spying on Kelly and Alexa at the pool. Instead, the ring instantly transported me back to my own body as soon as I tried to take things further with Miss Villanueva’s roommate. Speaking of which, was she a lesbian, just like Kelly? Strange how two people who I assumed were straight were coming out to me.
Chapter 3: Testing the limits
We left the restaurant, chatting for a few minutes about my bike as I swapped into my clip-on shoes and got my helmet on. Kevin and Kate drove away, and I biked back home. After hanging my bike on the rack in the Robertsons’ garage, I entered through the garage door into the kitchen. Jim and Jenna were both on the couch in the living room, red in the face and sweaty.
“We just finished yard work, it’s getting so hot out there. How was the bike ride in this heat?” asked Jenna. “And how was lunch with your brother?”
“It was good! His girlfriend Kate came along. Well, I guess not girlfriend anymore, he had some news to share that they got engaged!” I paraphrased their engagement story, and Jenna suggested we have them over for dinner sometime soon to celebrate. Kevin had been over to their house dozens of times over the years, and had come to know Jenna and Jim as parent-like role models in the same way I had living with them over the last few years. I texted Kevin and he agreed and suggested Friday night, maybe do a backyard barbecue since it was the start of summer and he and Kate weren’t allowed to have a grill at their apartment. I relayed the message to the Robertsons, and they agreed.
I went up to my bedroom, dumping my biking backpack on the floor and hanging my helmet on my door hook. I grabbed the ring out of my backpack and placed it on my desk. I was about to open up the ring box when I caught a whiff of my own body odor, and decided I should take a shower first.
After cleaning up, I returned to my room. I could hear Jim and Jenna outside on the porch, their voices muffled. They loved to sit and chat in the two wicker chairs, so I assumed they would be preoccupied for a while. I grabbed the ring box, popped it open, and laid down on my bed. I took a closer look at the blue gemstone embedded in the ring, and I looked up on my phone what it might be. There were a handful of different blue gemstones, topaz, sapphire, turquoise, and a few others, but none of them had the deep penetrating blue color that this one did. I tried searching for rings with special powers and was bombarded with Lord of the Rings material (“Of course, dummy,” I thought) but I did find a few other forums that talked about other mysterious rings that gave the wearer certain powers. None of them specifically matched the description of what this ring was doing to me though, and none of the forums seemed like legit real-world discussions, rather they seemed more like some weird fanfic sites or cults that I had never heard of.
While clicking through various websites and Reddit pages, I absentmindedly slipped the ring onto my finger and the room went black. I awoke with a start, sitting on a wicker chair on the front porch. I had jumped to Jenna’s body. I didn’t stay long, I felt like I was intruding on their conversation (and I wasn’t sure how to naturally respond to Jim’s last statement), so I slipped the ring off and returned to my body in my bedroom. The ring was again replaced in the box on the nightstand, and I reached over and grabbed it.
I thought I would run some tests. First, I wanted to figure out how it knew where to bring me. I thought hard about Kate and slipped it on, and sure enough, it popped me over to Kevin and Kate’s apartment. Kate was looking at her phone at wedding ideas, and Kevin was sitting on the other couch also on his phone, not realizing that his fiancee was being possessed by his brother. I slipped the ring off and repeated the experiment, thinking first about Kelly (I instantly popped over to find her wrapped up in a post-pool day robe with nothing on underneath, lounging on the couch while Alexa cooked dinner in the kitchen), then about Jenna (back on the porch, this time Jim said, “go on, you just stopped mid-sentence.”), then back to Kate (still on her phone looking up wedding ideas while Kevin now looked like he was dozing off).
Next, I tried thinking about Alexa as I slipped on the ring. The room went dark for a second, but when I jolted awake, I was back in my own body. I tried again, and the same thing happened. Maybe I couldn’t swap bodies with someone I didn’t know? I tried thinking hard of Jennifer Aniston. Didn’t work. Miley Cyrus. Didn’t work. Then I remembered I had met Carrie Underwood after her concert that the Robertsons had taken Kelly and me to. The room went dark, then I awoke in Carrie’s body. However, it felt much different than Kelly, Jenna, or Kate. I couldn’t control her, I could only view her life through her eyes. Her voice still came out in her own words as she sat around a dinner table with her husband and two kids. Even though I felt myself pull off the ring, her hands did not move. The room went dark and I returned to my body in my bedroom.
After more extensive testing here’s what I concluded were the general rules that the ring used: 1) I could swap bodies with anyone girl I knew well. I could not swap at all with someone I hadn’t met. I could only view the lives of people who I had met once but didn’t actually know. I could not swap places with a man even if we knew each other well (I tried Kevin and Jim, both times ending up right back where I started). 2) I also couldn’t swap with a girl who was underage. I assumed that meant under 18, but it could have meant under my own age since I was only a few weeks past that age. There also was a maximum age limit I could swap into. It seemed like a generational thing, I could swap into Jenna’s body, but not her mom’s, even thought I had been to Grandma’s house many times. 3) As I figured out in the booth at Costello’s, when I was using the ring, my body would look as if it was asleep, so I needed to use it in places where that was okay. And, based on Kate’s recounting of what happened, the “victim” saw what I saw: the lights go dim, and then the next feeling is like you just woke up, only instead of a continuous timeline for me, the victim lost their memory of when I was possessing them. That means I did in fact screw up Kelly’s orgasm last night.
My final test, I wanted to try seeing how quickly I could change something in someone else’s life. My plan was to pop into Kelly’s body, swap her robe for a blanket (there was one next to her on the couch, assuming she didn’t move since the last test I did on her) and pop right back to my own body. With this plan in mind, I put on the ring. The room went dark, but instead of possessing Kelly, I was seeing her from a third person. I wasn’t seeing Alexa’s perspective, since she was also in view. What I saw was Kelly standing up off the couch, untying her robe and letting it fall to the ground, leaving her fully naked for a second, before grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and wrapping it around her, and sitting back down on the couch. The room went dark, and I popped back into my body in my bedroom, the ring returned to its box. So, it seemed like for small, planned out tasks, I could watch them happen from an omniscient point of view rather than having to actually do them myself. This could have some interesting uses.
I used my ring several times over the next hour or so to put myself in as many girls’ shoes as I could imagine. In some cases, they were in the middle of conversations with large groups of people, and I usually left those quickly so as to not have to take too much time trying to fit in with whatever was going on. I also used the quick swap function of the ring to put people into embarrassing situations (I made Kelly moon Alexa, for example).
One of my favorite moments was swapping into Miss Villanueva’s body, a teacher who had just graduated from college and started working at my high school during my sophomore year. She was one of the only Latina teachers in the school district. She had a body that had every high school guy, and even some of the girls, drooling over her. 5’4” tall; a booty that was thicc with two c’s; full D-cup breasts; dark skin with wavy, nearly-black hair; eyes that were piercingly greenish brown matched with sharp eyebrows. She was from the Dominican Republic, but had lived in the U.S. since she was in elementary school. She spoke fluent Spanish, but only taught the senior-level Spanish class that focused on fluency and conversation rather than grammar and writing that the earlier classes focused on since her college degree was not in Spanish education. Her secondary education degree concentration had been in STEM (science, technology, engineering, and math), so she taught Biology 1 & 2, Chemistry 1 & 2, and AP Physics. I enjoyed science, but as I mentioned before, my passion was reading and writing, so I was only ever in Biology 1 with Miss Villanueva; I was in Biology 2 with Mr. Klein, a 60+ year old former college professor who retired to teach high school, and I only needed Chemistry 1 to graduate, which I took with Mrs. Klein, Mr. Klein’s daughter who was probably in her 40s.
That semester with Miss Villanueva was one I will never forget. Her hips swayed as she walked around the room while we were learning anatomy by quizzing our lab partners on various bones and muscles. She’d stop by each table and point out things we were getting wrong or would test us on extra parts we hadn’t investigated with our lab partners yet. Her perfume always smelled like a tropical fruity drink, maybe something from her home country. One time, she had to lean over the desk to adjust the microscope on our table during our unit on mitosis and meiosis (cell division), and while she was looking through the microscope lens, my lab partner Mike and I got a wonderful view of her ample cleavage. We made eye contact and gave each other that “yeah, I know you’re looking too,” nod of approval.
When I swapped into Miss Villanueva’s body, she was sitting by the pool much like Kelly and Alexa had been. By now the sun was getting close to the horizon, the strongest rays had left hours ago. There was a consistent thud of reggaeton music coming from a bluetooth speaker, with a dozen other girls lounging around, sipping on drinks and soaking up the last hour of sun. Miss Villanueva–Isabella–was lying on her back on a lounger, nearly dozing off. I glanced down at her body, barely able to see past her large breasts. Covering her breasts were triangular strips of red fabric maybe 2 inches wide, just enough to hide her nipples and areolas, but not much else. Matching her top were her bikini bottoms, again a thin strip maybe 3 or 4 inches wide at most, just enough to keep her slit out of view.
I flipped over onto my (Isabella’s) stomach, and grabbed my phone off the plastic table next to me. Her phone opened with FaceID, and I found the camera app. I could feel a lack of coverage on my ass, but taking a selfie while lying on my stomach confirmed it: there was only a 1 inch triangle at the top of my butt crack, a string disappearing between my cheeks. I snapped a few selfies and sent them to my (Jake’s) number, deleting the texts so that her phone showed no evidence of my number.
Had I still been in high school, this would have been more awkward, but since I was likely never going to see Miss Villanueva in a professional setting again, I had no problem taking advantage of her state of undress. In fact, I decided to up the ante a bit.
“Hey,” I said to the girl next to me. An unfortunate side effect of swapping bodies was that I had no clue what anybody’s names were unless I (Jake) had met them before. “Do you mind if I soak up the last few rays topless?”
“Izz, it’s your pool, you can do whatever the fuck you wanna do girl. Hell, you can even take those bottoms off for all I care. We’re all girls here, and the size of that bikini ain’t hiding much anyway!”
I smiled, stood up, and pulled the neck strap over my head, letting the cups fold down over my stomach. I turned the bikini top backwards so I could get at the knot, untied it, and tossed the tiny top into a pile with my flip flops. My bikini bottoms followed soon after, and I got a few hoots from some of the other girls as I gave my hips a little shimmy. As with my invasion of Kelly’s body, the feeling of being naked in a way I had never experienced before brought pulses of adrenaline and pleasure that coursed through my veins. I laid back down on my lounger, and watched as all eyes that were on me returned to books, drinks, and casual conversation.
One girl who had been wading in the belly-deep shallow end of the pool took my lead and peeled off her bikini top, tossing it to the side of the pool. She kept her black bottoms on, but pulled herself up onto a floating raft.
“You go Maria!” came another shout, followed by a wolf whistle, as a third girl who was wearing a navy one-piece peeled it off her body, doing a little dance for the crowd. Someone upped the volume on the bluetooth speaker, and soon she was twerking, her ass bouncing up and down as her cheeks spread and slapped back together. Another two girls joined in, one stripping off just her bikini top while the other remained clothed in a sheer, lacy coverup that showed her thong bikini through it. Laughter ensued as the song ended.
We continued lounging around for the next half hour as the sun sank lower, a few more girls joining in on our nudity. I took as many mental pictures as possible, and did my best to fake responding to a text message while snapping real pictures that I sent to myself. I got a few looking down at Isabella's nude body at the area around her landing strip of pubic hair just above her slit, the only part that was not as tan as the rest of her body. Her breasts were nearly devoid of tanlines; tanning topless must have been a common activity, which made sense since she had her own pool. I also got a few candid pictures of the other girls lounging around the pool, including one of Maria with her legs spread, trying to scooch up onto an inner tube.
I knew my time at the pool was running out, as the sun began to set, the evening sky turning colors of orange, pink, and purple. The girls began exiting the pool, packing up their things, and getting dressed. It was a Sunday after all, and everyone had to work the next day. I remained naked as I hugged just about everyone goodbye, and soon there was only me and another girl left. She was also naked but had wrapped herself in a towel.
“How long are you sticking around?” I asked. She gave me a look that told me I had said something stupid.
“Come on Izzy, I live here now too you know,” she said. “Geez, how many margs did you drink?”
“Too many,” I said, feigning drunkenness. I guess this was my roommate. We grabbed the last few items from around the pool and made our way inside. I threw on the sheer lace coverup I had out by the pool, essentially still naked as my breasts and pussy were clearly visible through the thin material. We cleaned up the kitchen, putting away a half dozen bottles of booze and mixers, putting the plastic wine glasses we were using in the dishwasher, and preheating the oven to make dinner.
“Izzy, I love you,” she said to me, wrapping me up in a hug from behind as I finished loading the dishwasher. She kissed my neck, and tingles ran up and down my spine.
I let out a soft moan. “Mmm…”
Her hands traveled up and down my sides, passing gently over my hips and making their way back up to the sides of my breasts. She pulled my coverup over my head and tossed it onto the floor behind her. She lightly dragged her fingernails over my skin, rubbing gentle circles around each nipple. She let her towel drop to a puddle around our feet, and I could feel her perky breasts pressed up against my back. Setting down the last plate I was drying along with the dish towel, I reached back to grab her ass.
The room went dark, and suddenly I awoke again in my bedroom, the faint glow of the recent sunset giving me just enough light to see that the ring box was back in its place on my nightstand. My penis was hard and throbbing, but just as I reached into my shorts to whip it out and begin stroking, I heard Jenna coming up the stairs. A soft knock on the door followed a second later, just enough time for me to shove my dick into an not-so-obvious position down the leg of my boxers.
“Hey sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, I just woke up. I was about to get out of bed.”
“I came by earlier to check if you wanted something for dinner, but I saw that you were asleep, so I figured I’d let you keep sleeping. Jim and I just made some pasta and garlic bread, there’s plenty leftover in the fridge if you’d like some.”
“Thank you, I’ll be down in a few to warm up a plate.”
Last time I had been dragged out of someone else’s body, the waitress had been trying to get my attention while I was waiting for Kevin and Kate to show up. This time, however, Jenna had been at least a minute or so away from coming to wake me up. Plus, I didn’t have that sudden urge to pull off the ring like I did when I was spying on Kelly and Alexa at the pool. Instead, the ring instantly transported me back to my own body as soon as I tried to take things further with Miss Villanueva’s roommate. Speaking of which, was she a lesbian, just like Kelly? Strange how two people who I assumed were straight were coming out to me.
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH4: A final task]
ROA Halloween contest: The Foster Family, by Nothing4u2c. Word count approximately 15,000 words across four chapters and an epilogue. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to a real-life person or situation is completely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations, if unstated, are presumed to be over the age of 18. CW: this story focuses on a relationship within a boy and his foster family, which to some may toe the line of incest taboo.
Chapter 4: A final task
I spent the next few months of summer testing out my ring on nearly every situation I could think of. Sure, it was a lot of fun to swap bodies with literally every girl I could think of, take naked selfies and send them to myself, or experience masturbation as a woman instead of a man. I even did some public nudity stuff, one time stripping off in a bar, another time going skinny dipping in broad daylight at the community pool, and even participating in the World Naked Bike Ride as Miss Villanueva. I browsed some Flickr accounts that posted photos of the event, and caught a view of her in the background of a few, riding her bike with her boobs painted with swirls of green and blue paint.
But eventually it got old. The worst part about it was whenever I was getting sexually involved with another person. I could look at myself and any other nude bodies, I could touch myself, and I could be touched by them, but anytime it went further, me trying to touch them or, in the few cases where I swapped into a straight female, them using their penises on me, I was instantly transported back to my own body wherever I had left it. I tried my best to avoid things with other men, but I will admit their large fingers felt better inside the pussy of whoever’s body I was possessing. Sure, girls generally knew how to find my clit much quicker and much more pleasurably than men, but the feeling of two thick meaty man fingers inside my vagina felt much better than even three or four thin dainty woman fingers.
Tongues were also fine, in literally every part of the body. I never could put mine anywhere without being transported back to my own body, but I definitely got a few licks in the asshole and many licks in my possessed pussy. I was really curious what happened after I accidentally went too far and tried to touch my partners, leaving their bodies to be reclaimed by their rightful owners with no recollection of what had led to them being naked, groped, fondled, even spanked.
Eventually, as the novelty wore off, I spent less and less time using the ring and it spent more and more time sitting on my nightstand. On one occasion, Jenna had come into my room and had accidentally knocked it off the nightstand as she reached for an empty glass to bring back down to the kitchen. She acted as if nothing had happened, even though the loud clunk of the wooden box bouncing off the wall could clearly be heard. She simply left it where it landed and walked out the door. Clearly, the ring had some sort of protection to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.
Kelly spent most of the summer on campus, but came around a few times for the weekend, plus two family vacations. Alexa still hadn’t come over with her, but my occasional check ins showed that they were still happily together. I also noticed that they were quite relaxed about nudity, more often than not I would possess Kelly’s body and she would already be at least topless, if not fully nude, whenever they were at their house, including by their apartment complex’s pool.
On the Friday of Labor Day weekend, when I was packing up my room to move to college, Kelly pulled into the driveway with a passenger. I knew it was Alexa, having spent a substantial amount of time with her in Kelly’s body. However, I needed to be careful, because I hadn’t yet actually met Alexa as Jake.
“Jake, this is my girlfriend and roommate, Alexa,” Kelly introduced us.
“Nice to meet you,” we exchanged greetings.
“Have you told Jenna and Jim about her yet?” I asked
“Nope, that’s what we’re here for. I’m going to just do it, right away, just rip off the band-aid,” said Kelly.
“Oh! There’s my baby girl!” squeaked Jenna, coming out the front door to greet them. “Jim! Kelly’s here! And she brought a friend!” she called over her shoulder. She hugged Kelly before shaking Alexa’s hand.
“Mom, this is Alexa. She’s my girlfriend.”
Like I’ve said many times before, Jenna and Jim were the most supportive people I had ever met. They instantly switched from handshakes to hugs, and welcomed Alexa as if she was family. I helped them unload their bags from the car, and they got settled into Kelly’s old bedroom. Kelly had come back to get her bed a week or two after moving into her apartment after finding out that a new mattress was going to cost upwards of $500 or more. Her and Alexa both had twins that they had pressed together into a makeshift king, and Jenna and Jim had bought a new queen-sized guest bed for her old bedroom.
“You’re welcome to sleep together here, or I can set up the sofa bed for you downstairs, Alexa?”
“Mommmm,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “We live together…in a one-bedroom apartment…as a couple…”
Jenna’s eyes got wide in realization. “Oh right right, of course. Well, I’ll leave you two to get settled.” She left the room, leaving me, Kelly, and Alexa.
“Anything else I can help you with?” I asked, turning to go.
“No, just another big thank you for keeping my secret safe,” said Kelly, pulling me into a hug. Her hair smelled sweet and fruity, almost like Life Savers or Fruity Pebbles. “Actually, you know what? There is one other thing.”
Kelly explained to me how she had been having these weird blackouts, where one second she would be fine, then the next she would wake up and it would be later, sometimes a few seconds, but often 15 minutes to a couple hours.
“And nearly every time she has a blackout, it’s a time when she’s at least partially naked. At first, I took it as a sign that our apartment should be clothing optional,” explained Alexa, “but then it started getting worse and worse, and more often than not, she would come back from what she told me was a blackout right in the middle of us, you know, doing the dirty.”
As I mentioned before, Kelly had never really opened up to me much, so it was a bit surprising for her and Alexa to share this much information with me. Still, I knew exactly what they were going through since, of course, it was me causing the weird blackouts. I nodded along, pretending like I had no clue what they were talking about, but made sure I was putting on a sympathetic face.
“Can you tell when it’s happening to her?” I asked Alexa. “Maybe you can signal to me the next time it happens, so I can see what it’s like?” I gave some more wild hypotheses about what was happening that they of course shut down (“No, that can’t be because it only happens to her, not me,” said Alexa). Eventually, the conversation took a turn and they were chatting about some of their own things, and I politely excused myself.
I sat on the edge of my bed, not sure what to think. I knew that the person I was possessing didn’t know what was happening to their body, from my first experience swapping bodies with Kate, but I didn’t think about how possessing someone multiple times could cause them to begin to question their own sanity. The ring had unforeseen consequences, and I now knew I needed to be more careful.
I had tried literally everything with the ring, except one thing. I had never tried interacting with my own body while swapping into someone else’s body. Now that Kelly was cognizant of her blackouts, as well as her partner, Alexa, who would be on the lookout, I decided to play it cool this weekend and let things play out normally. There would be a time and place to put to test this last situation. I did at one point during the weekend, swap bodies with Miss Villanueva again. This time, she was out on a lake on a pontoon boat, wearing an even skimpier bikini. I could feel the haziness of her drunkenness when I first possessed her shortly after noon. I made her strip naked, and convinced most of the boat to join her skinny dipping.
A guy swam over, also naked, and began fondling her breasts from behind. “Fuck babe, I know it was hard breaking up with Katrina, but it’s so nice to be back together with you.” So, she was bisexual, and she must have broken up with the girl I had seen her with all summer. Hopefully, the blackouts I had caused weren’t the reason they had broken up.
He reached his hand between my legs, and began massaging my pussy under the water. His finger slipped inside me, and even though the water was constantly washing away my natural lubrication, my body produced plenty to keep the smooth feeling of him fingering my vagina, attempting to find my g-spot.
I, or rather Isabella, approached orgasm, as her pussy tightened down around his fingers, hips bucking back and forth in the chest-deep water. The feeling of an orgasm as a female was always incredible, completely different yet as how I felt when jerking off. As my orgasm peaked, Isabella’s boyfriend removed his fingers. Pressure of something else long, thick, and hard pressed against my opening, and the sunlight disappeared as if it had instantly turned to midnight.
I woke up in my bed, sweating from experiencing Miss Villanueva’s orgasm, a tent forming in my shorts. I looked up at the door, to see Alexa standing there. “You looked like you were having a fun dream,” she said, nodding toward my obvious boner. I pressed it down and threw my blanket over my lap. I glanced at the nightstand to see the ring box sitting there.
“Sorry, that was awkward. I came in here to take a nap, but ended up being spied on by my foster sister’s girlfriend,” I joked, giving her a smirk.
The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch. Alexa ended up being very nice and helpful around the house, doing the dishes with Jim, giving Jenna a pedicure (turns out she’d been working at a local nail salon the entire summer), and even grilling burgers on Labor Day after Kelly mentioned that she was an awesome cook.
Because I was moving into the dorms the day after Labor Day, I spent a good while packing up my room. The Robertsons helped a ton, and promised me that this bedroom was mine whenever I needed to come home for a weekend. “You’re like a son to us, you know that right? We’re serious about the whole ‘making it official through adoption thing,’ now that you’ve got your trust fund all figured out to pay for school,” Jim told me as I loaded up the car. I gave him a man hug, shaking his hand while patting each other on the back.
“You know, I’d love that,” I said.
“I’ll get the paperwork started tomorrow,” he said. “Welcome to the family. Officially.” I did my best to hold back the tears, but I felt a hot steak slide down my cheek.
Kevin and Kate were getting married in October. I had moved into the dorms with one of my best friends, Seth, who was also going to the same school. Kelly and Alexa were living off campus, of course, but I still saw one or both of them in passing at least once or twice a week. College was tough, especially for a Journalism major like myself. I figured that journalism would allow me to continue reading, albeit likely more scientific literature and business and politics related material than novels, while also putting my writing skills to use. As such, I was enrolled in 16 credits of English and Media Arts classes, which meant an upwards of 20 hours of reading and studying each week.
It wasn’t until the week before Kevin’s wedding that I realized I had yet to book a hotel to stay in. Kevin and Kate were getting married about a half hour from the Robertsons’ house, so I figured I’d just get a hotel rather than bother them. Of course, everything was booked except for a hotel that was even further from the venue than staying with the Robertsons, so I made the trek home.
Kelly and Alexa were there when I pulled in on Friday night after the rehearsal dinner. “We got invited to the wedding too, you doofus.” Why hadn’t I thought that the whole Robertson family would be invited? Kevin knew how much they meant to me, and he had spent not an insignificant amount of time at their house over the years, even though he moved out of the foster system at the same time I had moved in with them.
I hadn’t brought the ring to college, I knew it would have been too much of a distraction, the desire to swap into all of the bodies of new girls I was meeting in classes, the dorms and dining hall, and off-campus parties (okay, I admit it, I only actually went to one party that Kelly and Alexa had to drag me to).
As I sat down on my bed, I grabbed the ring off my nightstand. Jenna had cleaned up and redecorated, yet she had paid no attention to the fact that the ring box was just sitting in the wide open on my nightstand. I opened it, turning it over in my hand, the cool metal weighing heavy in my palm. I put the ring back in its box, and returned it to its place on the table.
The next morning, I was up at 6am. As best man, I was in charge of picking up the flowers for Kate and the bridesmaids’ bouquets as well as the boutonnières for Kevin and the groomsmen. I was also in charge of picking up a dozen donuts for each half of the wedding party, bringing one box to the AirBnB where the girls were staying and another to Kevin and Kate’s apartment where Kevin and two of his groomsmen were staying.
I made sure to leave plenty of time to do the pickups and dropoffs before heading home for a shower, followed by a noon arrival time at the church. I brought my suit and dress shoes with me to the church, and found the room normally used for Sunday school where the guys would be getting ready. Kevin was already there, and his two other friends showed up shortly after.
Kevin and Kate’s wedding was beautiful. The ceremony was in a beautiful sanctuary in the church, and Kate’s family really knew how to throw a party afterwards at a reception center a few minutes away. The booze was flowing, and no IDs were being checked, so I had a few too many drinks, as well as Kelly and Alexa. Jim and Jenna were fine with us drinking as long as they knew we were getting home safely. They stuck around until all the classic reception traditions were completed (dinner, toasts, cake cutting, first dance) but left with our keys. Jim would stay up and come back to pick us all up when we were ready to leave.
We spent the night dancing and drinking, and both Kelly and Alexa were being a bit more than flirtatious with me, grinding on me and pulling me and shaking their asses directly in front of me. At one point, I started to get a slight hard on when Kelly grinded on me for a few too many ass shakes, and she must have noticed because she gave my crotch a flirtatious little squeeze. Kevin and Kate left just before midnight, the bartenders gave last call, and Kelly texted her dad to come get us.
When we got home, I somehow managed to make it upstairs to my room, but everything felt like it was spinning. I passed out on the bed, still wearing my dress shirt and pants. I vaguely remember hearing Alexa and Kelly laughing in the bedroom next door, but soon my world went black.
I woke up a few hours later, my head pounding, the room still feeling a little dizzy, and my mouth as dry as a desert. I got out of bed and used the bathroom, taking a long drink of water and brushing my teeth, something I had failed to do before getting into bed. I returned to my room, changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and laid back down on my bed. I plugged in my charger, and set it on my nightstand next to the ring box.
I still don’t know why, but the ring seemed to call to me at that moment to put it on. I felt the sudden urge to swap into a body. But who? Everyone would probably be asleep at 3 in the morning. I opened the box and turned the heavy ring in my hand. Energy seemed to be pulsing from the ring, almost feeling like it was burning hot and icy cold at the same time.
Of all the things I had done with the ring, there was one final test I had not put it through. I had never swapped into someone’s body and then gone back and interacted with my own body. I had considered it over Labor Day weekend, but had never followed through. Now, with my foster sister and her girlfriend sleeping just one room over, I could finally put this to the test.
I slipped the ring on my finger, and the room went dark. I woke up, just a dozen feet away. A nude body was pressed up close to my own. I could feel Alexa’s slow methodical breathing. My head now felt even more dizzy and fuzzy: Kelly had drunk almost as much as I had, but being 70 pounds lighter meant that the alcohol’s effects were much stronger. I carefully peeled my naked body off of Alexa’s, and got out of bed. She shifted slightly but did not wake up.
I slipped into a kimono-style nightgown, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway. I proceeded to open my (Jake’s) bedroom door, and peered in. I had never seen myself from another person’s perspective while possessing them, and as the waitress at Cosetta's cafe told me, it looked like I was sleeping. I thought swapping into other people’s bodies was a strange out-of-body experience, but this brought it to a whole new level.
I walked over to the bed, looking down at my sleeping body. I slipped out of the robe, letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. Reaching down, I touched my face. Nothing happened. The ring allowed me to stay in Kelly’s body. “Maybe it only kicks me out when touching is sexual in nature. Yeah that makes sense, I’ve shaken people’s hands and given friendly hugs and stuff before,” I thought.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and grasped the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it up, shimmying it out from underneath my back and up over my head. I did the same with my shorts, pulling them down and off my own body, leaving me in just a pair of tight boxer briefs.
As Kelly, I could feel my heart rate increase and the juices begin flowing as I began to get turned on. The final piece of clothing came off much the same way as the shorts, and now I was looking down at my own naked body. I reached down and touched my penis. I caressed it in my hands, and felt it immediately respond, hardening.
It was almost like I could feel my pussy getting wet in the same way my cock was getting hard. There was some sort of strange feedback loop beginning to take hold, where the stimulation of my own and Kelly’s bodies were adding together. I stroked faster and faster, as if I was masturbating. Yet, it wasn’t my own hands that were stroking, it was Kelly’s. Drops of moisture escaped Kelly’s slit and ran down the inside of her thighs as precum oozed from the tip of my penis. I leaned down and sucked it up, tasting my own cock, the veins leaving an interesting texture in my mouth. I crawled up onto my apparently sleeping body, and straddled Kelly’s legs over my hips. I grasped my penis and guided it slowly into my dripping wet pussy.
It was as if a strobe light turned on. The ring caused my consciousness to pulse in and out with every pump of my cock. I was Kelly. Then I was me. Then I was Kelly. My body as Jake had woken up, and whenever I was Kelly, I could see myself growing in pleasure. Vice versa, when I was Jake, I could see Kelly’s body also growing in pleasure.
“Come on, Jake. Mmm. Yeahhh…” Kelly’s consciousness was also here, as those words were not coming out of my mouth. I was experiencing both our emotions as I continued pounding her pussy. With a flash of consciousness every second, I was soon lost with the pleasure of both our bodies, as was Kelly.
“I feel you Jake. I feel you inside more than just my pussy,” she panted. “Harder, Jake, harder!” I plunged upward as she sank all her weight down on my hips, my penis bottoming out against her cervix. In and out, in and out, each thrust my consciousness flipping between her and my body.
I could feel her orgasm building at the same time as mine did. In. Out. In. Out. Jake. Kelly. Jake. Kelly.
“I’m cumming, Jake!” screamed Kelly. I felt her pussy tense up around my cock, and I felt MY pussy tighten around my cock as well. Spurts of cum erupted from my penis deep inside her pulsing vagina. She let out a scream of ecstasy as I groaned in pleasure. I felt my semen fill her insides, as much as I felt it fill my own insides. With a final thrust the last rope of cum ejaculated from my penis. My consciousness inside Kelly’s body slowly faded to dizziness, and she collapsed on top of me, the room going dark, both our bodies fully spent.
Whenever I swapped bodies before, removing the ring or sexually touching another person would instantly wake me up when I returned to my body. This time it was not the case. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a glare on my face. I opened my eyes, squinting. The clock on the wall said that it was nearly 10 AM. Kelly was still laying on top of me, naked, our dried juices sticking the skin of our legs together.
She stirred, blinking open her eyes. “Hi Jake,” she whispered, giving me a sleepy grin. She unpeeled herself from my body and got out of bed, wrapping herself in her robe I had discarded from her body upon entering my room and sitting back down on the side of the bed. I shifted the quilt to cover up my nakedness.
“Do you remember what happened last night?” I asked, trying to judge how much her consciousness had been present.
“I remember waking up the first time you entered me. I could feel you inside me, not just my vagina but like… inside my mind.” She continued, “But then I felt like I was inside your mind, and it kept flipping back and forth, between whose body I was feeling.”
“That’s what I was feeling too,” I responded.
“I had way too much to drink, I’m sorry for coming on to you, I don’t even remember coming in here last night,” Kelly said. “I should go check on Alexa.”
“Wait,” I said, grabbing her arm, “I have something to tell you. It wasn’t you that came in here last night. It was me. I have this ring that lets me control other people’s bodies. Those blackouts you were having? That was me, experiencing what you were experiencing and controlling your body.”
“What?”
“Yeah, it’s true. Here, I’ll show you the ring,” I said, looking at my finger for it. It wasn’t there. “Right,” I said, “it always puts itself back into the box.”
I looked over at the nightstand and the box was nowhere to be found. I opened the nightstand drawer. No box. I flung back the sheets, exposing my naked body, to see if it was somewhere in the bed. No box. Under the pillows? No box. On the floor? No box. The ring was gone.
“Where is it?” I muttered to myself as I tore apart my room, checking under the bed, on my desk, in my backpack, everywhere, while Kelly just watched, amused by my naked body scrambling to find the ring.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Jake?” she asked. “Either way, ring or no ring, I’ve always thought you were cute. My big little brother, remember?” I stopped looking and gave her an inquisitive look. “I’ve always thought you were cute and funny and sooo kind and loving, but there wasn’t anything I could do, you were my foster brother!”
I was dumbfounded. All those years I thought she didn’t care about me, I was just the orphan taking up space in her parents’ house.
“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I was always attracted to you too. That’s why I always swapped into your body, so I could keep track of you, and, of course, so I could have my way with your body.” I was definitely blushing now, but it felt right to confess everything. I told her about the most memorable experiences being in her body, getting to feel what it was like to be a woman. “You have the most incredible body, and I am so glad that you are so open with it. Those tattoos though? Damn, how do you deal with that! They’re so itchy and painful! Whenever I swapped into your body after you got one it always took me by surprise.”
She chuckled. “I love my body too. And just for the record, I’m bisexual. I prefer women, but when there’s a guy that I can make an emotional connection to, that makes up for their lack of womanhood. Like you.”
Still naked, I pulled Kelly into a hug. She let her robe drop to the ground again, leaving our naked bodies pressed up against each other. “I love you, Jake.”
“I love you too, Kelly.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it opened before we had a chance to separate. Standing in the doorway was Alexa. Her mouth was open in shock at finding her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s foster brother in a naked embrace.
“What the fucckkk…” she stammered, before her eyes welled up with tears. She slammed the door shut, and we heard her storm off.
“You better go after her,” I said. Kelly grabbed her robe, slipping it on as she went out the door. Alexa was already packed–that’s what she was probably up to while we were chatting–and was dragging her suitcase down the stairs by the time I got dressed and left my room. Kelly was pleading with her to not go, trying to explain why she had found us in that situation.
Alexa took Kelly’s car keys and drove away, leaving Kelly in tears, wearing just her nightgown in the middle of the driveway. I comforted her the best I could, not wanting to push anything. Eventually, I got her back into the house, where she packed up her things. After saying goodbye to Jenna and Jim, I drove the two of us back to school, dropping her off at her and Alexa’s apartment. There was a note on the front door from Alexa, saying she was leaving, that she’d be back to get her bed and other furniture. When we got inside, most of Alexa’s easily-packed things were gone. Kelly’s keys were on the counter, and her car was in the carport, Alexa’s parking spot empty.
It took Kelly quite a while to get over Alexa, but in the meantime her and I grew much closer. Alexa had already been contemplating dropping out of school and this was the final straw. Although Kelly did meet with her once, it was just a formality to make sure that both sides knew the breakup was permanent. That night, I was her shoulder to cry on as she mourned the end of her relationship. In doing so, we both opened up to each other about just about everything. Since Alexa had moved out of the apartment, I decided to pay the $300 fine for backing out of the dorm lease from the University and moved in with Kelly. It was a one bedroom apartment, so we slept together every night, but took things slow. We had been through the most miraculous sexual experience to start off our relationship, but it was also extremely traumatizing to feel like someone else was invading your consciousness. So, although we shared a bed, it took a few months of cuddling and snuggling before we let things go any further. Eventually we had sex again. Having sex for the first “normal” time felt incredible, and certainly much less traumatizing that our previous experience. By the time I came deep inside her after a passionate hour of back rubs that turned into genital rubs that turned into sex, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Chapter 4: A final task
I spent the next few months of summer testing out my ring on nearly every situation I could think of. Sure, it was a lot of fun to swap bodies with literally every girl I could think of, take naked selfies and send them to myself, or experience masturbation as a woman instead of a man. I even did some public nudity stuff, one time stripping off in a bar, another time going skinny dipping in broad daylight at the community pool, and even participating in the World Naked Bike Ride as Miss Villanueva. I browsed some Flickr accounts that posted photos of the event, and caught a view of her in the background of a few, riding her bike with her boobs painted with swirls of green and blue paint.
But eventually it got old. The worst part about it was whenever I was getting sexually involved with another person. I could look at myself and any other nude bodies, I could touch myself, and I could be touched by them, but anytime it went further, me trying to touch them or, in the few cases where I swapped into a straight female, them using their penises on me, I was instantly transported back to my own body wherever I had left it. I tried my best to avoid things with other men, but I will admit their large fingers felt better inside the pussy of whoever’s body I was possessing. Sure, girls generally knew how to find my clit much quicker and much more pleasurably than men, but the feeling of two thick meaty man fingers inside my vagina felt much better than even three or four thin dainty woman fingers.
Tongues were also fine, in literally every part of the body. I never could put mine anywhere without being transported back to my own body, but I definitely got a few licks in the asshole and many licks in my possessed pussy. I was really curious what happened after I accidentally went too far and tried to touch my partners, leaving their bodies to be reclaimed by their rightful owners with no recollection of what had led to them being naked, groped, fondled, even spanked.
Eventually, as the novelty wore off, I spent less and less time using the ring and it spent more and more time sitting on my nightstand. On one occasion, Jenna had come into my room and had accidentally knocked it off the nightstand as she reached for an empty glass to bring back down to the kitchen. She acted as if nothing had happened, even though the loud clunk of the wooden box bouncing off the wall could clearly be heard. She simply left it where it landed and walked out the door. Clearly, the ring had some sort of protection to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.
Kelly spent most of the summer on campus, but came around a few times for the weekend, plus two family vacations. Alexa still hadn’t come over with her, but my occasional check ins showed that they were still happily together. I also noticed that they were quite relaxed about nudity, more often than not I would possess Kelly’s body and she would already be at least topless, if not fully nude, whenever they were at their house, including by their apartment complex’s pool.
On the Friday of Labor Day weekend, when I was packing up my room to move to college, Kelly pulled into the driveway with a passenger. I knew it was Alexa, having spent a substantial amount of time with her in Kelly’s body. However, I needed to be careful, because I hadn’t yet actually met Alexa as Jake.
“Jake, this is my girlfriend and roommate, Alexa,” Kelly introduced us.
“Nice to meet you,” we exchanged greetings.
“Have you told Jenna and Jim about her yet?” I asked
“Nope, that’s what we’re here for. I’m going to just do it, right away, just rip off the band-aid,” said Kelly.
“Oh! There’s my baby girl!” squeaked Jenna, coming out the front door to greet them. “Jim! Kelly’s here! And she brought a friend!” she called over her shoulder. She hugged Kelly before shaking Alexa’s hand.
“Mom, this is Alexa. She’s my girlfriend.”
Like I’ve said many times before, Jenna and Jim were the most supportive people I had ever met. They instantly switched from handshakes to hugs, and welcomed Alexa as if she was family. I helped them unload their bags from the car, and they got settled into Kelly’s old bedroom. Kelly had come back to get her bed a week or two after moving into her apartment after finding out that a new mattress was going to cost upwards of $500 or more. Her and Alexa both had twins that they had pressed together into a makeshift king, and Jenna and Jim had bought a new queen-sized guest bed for her old bedroom.
“You’re welcome to sleep together here, or I can set up the sofa bed for you downstairs, Alexa?”
“Mommmm,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “We live together…in a one-bedroom apartment…as a couple…”
Jenna’s eyes got wide in realization. “Oh right right, of course. Well, I’ll leave you two to get settled.” She left the room, leaving me, Kelly, and Alexa.
“Anything else I can help you with?” I asked, turning to go.
“No, just another big thank you for keeping my secret safe,” said Kelly, pulling me into a hug. Her hair smelled sweet and fruity, almost like Life Savers or Fruity Pebbles. “Actually, you know what? There is one other thing.”
Kelly explained to me how she had been having these weird blackouts, where one second she would be fine, then the next she would wake up and it would be later, sometimes a few seconds, but often 15 minutes to a couple hours.
“And nearly every time she has a blackout, it’s a time when she’s at least partially naked. At first, I took it as a sign that our apartment should be clothing optional,” explained Alexa, “but then it started getting worse and worse, and more often than not, she would come back from what she told me was a blackout right in the middle of us, you know, doing the dirty.”
As I mentioned before, Kelly had never really opened up to me much, so it was a bit surprising for her and Alexa to share this much information with me. Still, I knew exactly what they were going through since, of course, it was me causing the weird blackouts. I nodded along, pretending like I had no clue what they were talking about, but made sure I was putting on a sympathetic face.
“Can you tell when it’s happening to her?” I asked Alexa. “Maybe you can signal to me the next time it happens, so I can see what it’s like?” I gave some more wild hypotheses about what was happening that they of course shut down (“No, that can’t be because it only happens to her, not me,” said Alexa). Eventually, the conversation took a turn and they were chatting about some of their own things, and I politely excused myself.
I sat on the edge of my bed, not sure what to think. I knew that the person I was possessing didn’t know what was happening to their body, from my first experience swapping bodies with Kate, but I didn’t think about how possessing someone multiple times could cause them to begin to question their own sanity. The ring had unforeseen consequences, and I now knew I needed to be more careful.
I had tried literally everything with the ring, except one thing. I had never tried interacting with my own body while swapping into someone else’s body. Now that Kelly was cognizant of her blackouts, as well as her partner, Alexa, who would be on the lookout, I decided to play it cool this weekend and let things play out normally. There would be a time and place to put to test this last situation. I did at one point during the weekend, swap bodies with Miss Villanueva again. This time, she was out on a lake on a pontoon boat, wearing an even skimpier bikini. I could feel the haziness of her drunkenness when I first possessed her shortly after noon. I made her strip naked, and convinced most of the boat to join her skinny dipping.
A guy swam over, also naked, and began fondling her breasts from behind. “Fuck babe, I know it was hard breaking up with Katrina, but it’s so nice to be back together with you.” So, she was bisexual, and she must have broken up with the girl I had seen her with all summer. Hopefully, the blackouts I had caused weren’t the reason they had broken up.
He reached his hand between my legs, and began massaging my pussy under the water. His finger slipped inside me, and even though the water was constantly washing away my natural lubrication, my body produced plenty to keep the smooth feeling of him fingering my vagina, attempting to find my g-spot.
I, or rather Isabella, approached orgasm, as her pussy tightened down around his fingers, hips bucking back and forth in the chest-deep water. The feeling of an orgasm as a female was always incredible, completely different yet as how I felt when jerking off. As my orgasm peaked, Isabella’s boyfriend removed his fingers. Pressure of something else long, thick, and hard pressed against my opening, and the sunlight disappeared as if it had instantly turned to midnight.
I woke up in my bed, sweating from experiencing Miss Villanueva’s orgasm, a tent forming in my shorts. I looked up at the door, to see Alexa standing there. “You looked like you were having a fun dream,” she said, nodding toward my obvious boner. I pressed it down and threw my blanket over my lap. I glanced at the nightstand to see the ring box sitting there.
“Sorry, that was awkward. I came in here to take a nap, but ended up being spied on by my foster sister’s girlfriend,” I joked, giving her a smirk.
The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch. Alexa ended up being very nice and helpful around the house, doing the dishes with Jim, giving Jenna a pedicure (turns out she’d been working at a local nail salon the entire summer), and even grilling burgers on Labor Day after Kelly mentioned that she was an awesome cook.
Because I was moving into the dorms the day after Labor Day, I spent a good while packing up my room. The Robertsons helped a ton, and promised me that this bedroom was mine whenever I needed to come home for a weekend. “You’re like a son to us, you know that right? We’re serious about the whole ‘making it official through adoption thing,’ now that you’ve got your trust fund all figured out to pay for school,” Jim told me as I loaded up the car. I gave him a man hug, shaking his hand while patting each other on the back.
“You know, I’d love that,” I said.
“I’ll get the paperwork started tomorrow,” he said. “Welcome to the family. Officially.” I did my best to hold back the tears, but I felt a hot steak slide down my cheek.
Kevin and Kate were getting married in October. I had moved into the dorms with one of my best friends, Seth, who was also going to the same school. Kelly and Alexa were living off campus, of course, but I still saw one or both of them in passing at least once or twice a week. College was tough, especially for a Journalism major like myself. I figured that journalism would allow me to continue reading, albeit likely more scientific literature and business and politics related material than novels, while also putting my writing skills to use. As such, I was enrolled in 16 credits of English and Media Arts classes, which meant an upwards of 20 hours of reading and studying each week.
It wasn’t until the week before Kevin’s wedding that I realized I had yet to book a hotel to stay in. Kevin and Kate were getting married about a half hour from the Robertsons’ house, so I figured I’d just get a hotel rather than bother them. Of course, everything was booked except for a hotel that was even further from the venue than staying with the Robertsons, so I made the trek home.
Kelly and Alexa were there when I pulled in on Friday night after the rehearsal dinner. “We got invited to the wedding too, you doofus.” Why hadn’t I thought that the whole Robertson family would be invited? Kevin knew how much they meant to me, and he had spent not an insignificant amount of time at their house over the years, even though he moved out of the foster system at the same time I had moved in with them.
I hadn’t brought the ring to college, I knew it would have been too much of a distraction, the desire to swap into all of the bodies of new girls I was meeting in classes, the dorms and dining hall, and off-campus parties (okay, I admit it, I only actually went to one party that Kelly and Alexa had to drag me to).
As I sat down on my bed, I grabbed the ring off my nightstand. Jenna had cleaned up and redecorated, yet she had paid no attention to the fact that the ring box was just sitting in the wide open on my nightstand. I opened it, turning it over in my hand, the cool metal weighing heavy in my palm. I put the ring back in its box, and returned it to its place on the table.
The next morning, I was up at 6am. As best man, I was in charge of picking up the flowers for Kate and the bridesmaids’ bouquets as well as the boutonnières for Kevin and the groomsmen. I was also in charge of picking up a dozen donuts for each half of the wedding party, bringing one box to the AirBnB where the girls were staying and another to Kevin and Kate’s apartment where Kevin and two of his groomsmen were staying.
I made sure to leave plenty of time to do the pickups and dropoffs before heading home for a shower, followed by a noon arrival time at the church. I brought my suit and dress shoes with me to the church, and found the room normally used for Sunday school where the guys would be getting ready. Kevin was already there, and his two other friends showed up shortly after.
Kevin and Kate’s wedding was beautiful. The ceremony was in a beautiful sanctuary in the church, and Kate’s family really knew how to throw a party afterwards at a reception center a few minutes away. The booze was flowing, and no IDs were being checked, so I had a few too many drinks, as well as Kelly and Alexa. Jim and Jenna were fine with us drinking as long as they knew we were getting home safely. They stuck around until all the classic reception traditions were completed (dinner, toasts, cake cutting, first dance) but left with our keys. Jim would stay up and come back to pick us all up when we were ready to leave.
We spent the night dancing and drinking, and both Kelly and Alexa were being a bit more than flirtatious with me, grinding on me and pulling me and shaking their asses directly in front of me. At one point, I started to get a slight hard on when Kelly grinded on me for a few too many ass shakes, and she must have noticed because she gave my crotch a flirtatious little squeeze. Kevin and Kate left just before midnight, the bartenders gave last call, and Kelly texted her dad to come get us.
When we got home, I somehow managed to make it upstairs to my room, but everything felt like it was spinning. I passed out on the bed, still wearing my dress shirt and pants. I vaguely remember hearing Alexa and Kelly laughing in the bedroom next door, but soon my world went black.
I woke up a few hours later, my head pounding, the room still feeling a little dizzy, and my mouth as dry as a desert. I got out of bed and used the bathroom, taking a long drink of water and brushing my teeth, something I had failed to do before getting into bed. I returned to my room, changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and laid back down on my bed. I plugged in my charger, and set it on my nightstand next to the ring box.
I still don’t know why, but the ring seemed to call to me at that moment to put it on. I felt the sudden urge to swap into a body. But who? Everyone would probably be asleep at 3 in the morning. I opened the box and turned the heavy ring in my hand. Energy seemed to be pulsing from the ring, almost feeling like it was burning hot and icy cold at the same time.
Of all the things I had done with the ring, there was one final test I had not put it through. I had never swapped into someone’s body and then gone back and interacted with my own body. I had considered it over Labor Day weekend, but had never followed through. Now, with my foster sister and her girlfriend sleeping just one room over, I could finally put this to the test.
I slipped the ring on my finger, and the room went dark. I woke up, just a dozen feet away. A nude body was pressed up close to my own. I could feel Alexa’s slow methodical breathing. My head now felt even more dizzy and fuzzy: Kelly had drunk almost as much as I had, but being 70 pounds lighter meant that the alcohol’s effects were much stronger. I carefully peeled my naked body off of Alexa’s, and got out of bed. She shifted slightly but did not wake up.
I slipped into a kimono-style nightgown, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway. I proceeded to open my (Jake’s) bedroom door, and peered in. I had never seen myself from another person’s perspective while possessing them, and as the waitress at Cosetta's cafe told me, it looked like I was sleeping. I thought swapping into other people’s bodies was a strange out-of-body experience, but this brought it to a whole new level.
I walked over to the bed, looking down at my sleeping body. I slipped out of the robe, letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. Reaching down, I touched my face. Nothing happened. The ring allowed me to stay in Kelly’s body. “Maybe it only kicks me out when touching is sexual in nature. Yeah that makes sense, I’ve shaken people’s hands and given friendly hugs and stuff before,” I thought.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and grasped the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it up, shimmying it out from underneath my back and up over my head. I did the same with my shorts, pulling them down and off my own body, leaving me in just a pair of tight boxer briefs.
As Kelly, I could feel my heart rate increase and the juices begin flowing as I began to get turned on. The final piece of clothing came off much the same way as the shorts, and now I was looking down at my own naked body. I reached down and touched my penis. I caressed it in my hands, and felt it immediately respond, hardening.
It was almost like I could feel my pussy getting wet in the same way my cock was getting hard. There was some sort of strange feedback loop beginning to take hold, where the stimulation of my own and Kelly’s bodies were adding together. I stroked faster and faster, as if I was masturbating. Yet, it wasn’t my own hands that were stroking, it was Kelly’s. Drops of moisture escaped Kelly’s slit and ran down the inside of her thighs as precum oozed from the tip of my penis. I leaned down and sucked it up, tasting my own cock, the veins leaving an interesting texture in my mouth. I crawled up onto my apparently sleeping body, and straddled Kelly’s legs over my hips. I grasped my penis and guided it slowly into my dripping wet pussy.
It was as if a strobe light turned on. The ring caused my consciousness to pulse in and out with every pump of my cock. I was Kelly. Then I was me. Then I was Kelly. My body as Jake had woken up, and whenever I was Kelly, I could see myself growing in pleasure. Vice versa, when I was Jake, I could see Kelly’s body also growing in pleasure.
“Come on, Jake. Mmm. Yeahhh…” Kelly’s consciousness was also here, as those words were not coming out of my mouth. I was experiencing both our emotions as I continued pounding her pussy. With a flash of consciousness every second, I was soon lost with the pleasure of both our bodies, as was Kelly.
“I feel you Jake. I feel you inside more than just my pussy,” she panted. “Harder, Jake, harder!” I plunged upward as she sank all her weight down on my hips, my penis bottoming out against her cervix. In and out, in and out, each thrust my consciousness flipping between her and my body.
I could feel her orgasm building at the same time as mine did. In. Out. In. Out. Jake. Kelly. Jake. Kelly.
“I’m cumming, Jake!” screamed Kelly. I felt her pussy tense up around my cock, and I felt MY pussy tighten around my cock as well. Spurts of cum erupted from my penis deep inside her pulsing vagina. She let out a scream of ecstasy as I groaned in pleasure. I felt my semen fill her insides, as much as I felt it fill my own insides. With a final thrust the last rope of cum ejaculated from my penis. My consciousness inside Kelly’s body slowly faded to dizziness, and she collapsed on top of me, the room going dark, both our bodies fully spent.
Whenever I swapped bodies before, removing the ring or sexually touching another person would instantly wake me up when I returned to my body. This time it was not the case. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a glare on my face. I opened my eyes, squinting. The clock on the wall said that it was nearly 10 AM. Kelly was still laying on top of me, naked, our dried juices sticking the skin of our legs together.
She stirred, blinking open her eyes. “Hi Jake,” she whispered, giving me a sleepy grin. She unpeeled herself from my body and got out of bed, wrapping herself in her robe I had discarded from her body upon entering my room and sitting back down on the side of the bed. I shifted the quilt to cover up my nakedness.
“Do you remember what happened last night?” I asked, trying to judge how much her consciousness had been present.
“I remember waking up the first time you entered me. I could feel you inside me, not just my vagina but like… inside my mind.” She continued, “But then I felt like I was inside your mind, and it kept flipping back and forth, between whose body I was feeling.”
“That’s what I was feeling too,” I responded.
“I had way too much to drink, I’m sorry for coming on to you, I don’t even remember coming in here last night,” Kelly said. “I should go check on Alexa.”
“Wait,” I said, grabbing her arm, “I have something to tell you. It wasn’t you that came in here last night. It was me. I have this ring that lets me control other people’s bodies. Those blackouts you were having? That was me, experiencing what you were experiencing and controlling your body.”
“What?”
“Yeah, it’s true. Here, I’ll show you the ring,” I said, looking at my finger for it. It wasn’t there. “Right,” I said, “it always puts itself back into the box.”
I looked over at the nightstand and the box was nowhere to be found. I opened the nightstand drawer. No box. I flung back the sheets, exposing my naked body, to see if it was somewhere in the bed. No box. Under the pillows? No box. On the floor? No box. The ring was gone.
“Where is it?” I muttered to myself as I tore apart my room, checking under the bed, on my desk, in my backpack, everywhere, while Kelly just watched, amused by my naked body scrambling to find the ring.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Jake?” she asked. “Either way, ring or no ring, I’ve always thought you were cute. My big little brother, remember?” I stopped looking and gave her an inquisitive look. “I’ve always thought you were cute and funny and sooo kind and loving, but there wasn’t anything I could do, you were my foster brother!”
I was dumbfounded. All those years I thought she didn’t care about me, I was just the orphan taking up space in her parents’ house.
“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I was always attracted to you too. That’s why I always swapped into your body, so I could keep track of you, and, of course, so I could have my way with your body.” I was definitely blushing now, but it felt right to confess everything. I told her about the most memorable experiences being in her body, getting to feel what it was like to be a woman. “You have the most incredible body, and I am so glad that you are so open with it. Those tattoos though? Damn, how do you deal with that! They’re so itchy and painful! Whenever I swapped into your body after you got one it always took me by surprise.”
She chuckled. “I love my body too. And just for the record, I’m bisexual. I prefer women, but when there’s a guy that I can make an emotional connection to, that makes up for their lack of womanhood. Like you.”
Still naked, I pulled Kelly into a hug. She let her robe drop to the ground again, leaving our naked bodies pressed up against each other. “I love you, Jake.”
“I love you too, Kelly.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it opened before we had a chance to separate. Standing in the doorway was Alexa. Her mouth was open in shock at finding her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s foster brother in a naked embrace.
“What the fucckkk…” she stammered, before her eyes welled up with tears. She slammed the door shut, and we heard her storm off.
“You better go after her,” I said. Kelly grabbed her robe, slipping it on as she went out the door. Alexa was already packed–that’s what she was probably up to while we were chatting–and was dragging her suitcase down the stairs by the time I got dressed and left my room. Kelly was pleading with her to not go, trying to explain why she had found us in that situation.
Alexa took Kelly’s car keys and drove away, leaving Kelly in tears, wearing just her nightgown in the middle of the driveway. I comforted her the best I could, not wanting to push anything. Eventually, I got her back into the house, where she packed up her things. After saying goodbye to Jenna and Jim, I drove the two of us back to school, dropping her off at her and Alexa’s apartment. There was a note on the front door from Alexa, saying she was leaving, that she’d be back to get her bed and other furniture. When we got inside, most of Alexa’s easily-packed things were gone. Kelly’s keys were on the counter, and her car was in the carport, Alexa’s parking spot empty.
It took Kelly quite a while to get over Alexa, but in the meantime her and I grew much closer. Alexa had already been contemplating dropping out of school and this was the final straw. Although Kelly did meet with her once, it was just a formality to make sure that both sides knew the breakup was permanent. That night, I was her shoulder to cry on as she mourned the end of her relationship. In doing so, we both opened up to each other about just about everything. Since Alexa had moved out of the apartment, I decided to pay the $300 fine for backing out of the dorm lease from the University and moved in with Kelly. It was a one bedroom apartment, so we slept together every night, but took things slow. We had been through the most miraculous sexual experience to start off our relationship, but it was also extremely traumatizing to feel like someone else was invading your consciousness. So, although we shared a bed, it took a few months of cuddling and snuggling before we let things go any further. Eventually we had sex again. Having sex for the first “normal” time felt incredible, and certainly much less traumatizing that our previous experience. By the time I came deep inside her after a passionate hour of back rubs that turned into genital rubs that turned into sex, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH5: Epilogue]
ROA Halloween contest: The Foster Family, by Nothing4u2c. Word count approximately 15,000 words across four chapters and an epilogue. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to a real-life person or situation is completely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations, if unstated, are presumed to be over the age of 18. CW: this story focuses on a relationship within a boy and his foster family, which to some may toe the line of incest taboo.
Chapter 5: Epilogue
Kelly and I have been married now for 22 years. Kelly and I ended up graduating the same year. She decided to switch to a neuroscience major which took an extra year to complete. She is now a professor studying the social and psychological effects of orphanhood, the foster system, and adoption, from a neurological perspective. I work for a local publisher as an editor in their novel division. I worked in journalism for a few years while Kelly did her PhD, a time when we were both so busy that her late nights analyzing data allowed me the time to write up some pieces for the local newspaper. But, after we settled down in our current town, I eventually switched to a much more stable nine-to-five job at a publisher, working with my main hobby that kept me sane throughout my childhood.
It’s a little strange telling people about how Kelly and I met, but it really just feels like I’ve gotten a head start at being a part of the Robertson family. When we married, I took on her name, so I am now officially Jacob David Robertson. We have two children, Ryan, who will be turning 18 tomorrow, and Becca, who will be turning 15 a few weeks from now. We live about an hour from the university we graduated from, about halfway back home to Jenna and Jim’s house (or Gram and Papa’s house as it’s now known as). We see them somewhat regularly, maybe once or twice a month. They’re now in their late 70s.
“Welcome! Come in, come in,” Jenna greets us at the door. The house looks the same as it did 30 years ago when I first moved in. A few appliances and furniture have been replaced in the kitchen and living room, and a few rooms have been repainted and redecorated, but for the most part, it feels like home. We eat steaks that Jim grilled, along with some side dishes we brought and a salad from Jenna’s garden. Jenna brings out a homemade key lime pie (Ryan’s favorite) that we place “1” and “8”-shaped candles on top of. Ryan blows them out, and we eat pie while Ryan opens his presents, including a $300 Ikea gift card from Gram and Papa to help deck out his college dorm that he’ll be moving into at the end of summer. We pack up leftovers and are about to leave when Jenna walks up with a final present.
“Oh, I just saw that you have one more present to open,” she says, handing it to Ryan. “I cannot for the life of me remember what it was though.” It’s wrapped in simple brown butcher paper with some twine tied into a bow. Ryan’s name is written on the paper.
“Thanks, Gram,” he says, taking the package. He unties the bow and unwraps the paper. It’s a simple wooden box, about 3” x 2” wide. He opens it, and inside is a foam lining holding in place a pewter colored ring with a deep blue jewel inset into the band.
“Hmm, that’s strange,” says Jenna. “It’s empty.” Kelly, Jim, and Becca nod in agreement. Ryan furrows his eyebrows, and looks at me. I can see it, and so can he. I give him a knowing look, and he shuts the box with a light thud as the spring hinge latches shut.
“Thanks, Gram,” he says, giving her a hug. “It’s a beautiful box.”
We load up into the car, and are soon on our way. Becca and Ryan are in the back seat, Kelly sitting next to me in the passenger seat. We get on the highway and are halfway home when Kelly squeezes my hand. “They’re asleep back there,” she says. “What beautiful kids have.”
I look in the rearview mirror. Becca has her headphones in, leaning her head against the glass window, eyes closed. Ryan’s head is upright, but his eyes are shut as well. In the middle seat is the ring box, open and empty. Ryan’s definitely not sleeping.
The end.
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Chapter 5: Epilogue
Kelly and I have been married now for 22 years. Kelly and I ended up graduating the same year. She decided to switch to a neuroscience major which took an extra year to complete. She is now a professor studying the social and psychological effects of orphanhood, the foster system, and adoption, from a neurological perspective. I work for a local publisher as an editor in their novel division. I worked in journalism for a few years while Kelly did her PhD, a time when we were both so busy that her late nights analyzing data allowed me the time to write up some pieces for the local newspaper. But, after we settled down in our current town, I eventually switched to a much more stable nine-to-five job at a publisher, working with my main hobby that kept me sane throughout my childhood.
It’s a little strange telling people about how Kelly and I met, but it really just feels like I’ve gotten a head start at being a part of the Robertson family. When we married, I took on her name, so I am now officially Jacob David Robertson. We have two children, Ryan, who will be turning 18 tomorrow, and Becca, who will be turning 15 a few weeks from now. We live about an hour from the university we graduated from, about halfway back home to Jenna and Jim’s house (or Gram and Papa’s house as it’s now known as). We see them somewhat regularly, maybe once or twice a month. They’re now in their late 70s.
“Welcome! Come in, come in,” Jenna greets us at the door. The house looks the same as it did 30 years ago when I first moved in. A few appliances and furniture have been replaced in the kitchen and living room, and a few rooms have been repainted and redecorated, but for the most part, it feels like home. We eat steaks that Jim grilled, along with some side dishes we brought and a salad from Jenna’s garden. Jenna brings out a homemade key lime pie (Ryan’s favorite) that we place “1” and “8”-shaped candles on top of. Ryan blows them out, and we eat pie while Ryan opens his presents, including a $300 Ikea gift card from Gram and Papa to help deck out his college dorm that he’ll be moving into at the end of summer. We pack up leftovers and are about to leave when Jenna walks up with a final present.
“Oh, I just saw that you have one more present to open,” she says, handing it to Ryan. “I cannot for the life of me remember what it was though.” It’s wrapped in simple brown butcher paper with some twine tied into a bow. Ryan’s name is written on the paper.
“Thanks, Gram,” he says, taking the package. He unties the bow and unwraps the paper. It’s a simple wooden box, about 3” x 2” wide. He opens it, and inside is a foam lining holding in place a pewter colored ring with a deep blue jewel inset into the band.
“Hmm, that’s strange,” says Jenna. “It’s empty.” Kelly, Jim, and Becca nod in agreement. Ryan furrows his eyebrows, and looks at me. I can see it, and so can he. I give him a knowing look, and he shuts the box with a light thud as the spring hinge latches shut.
“Thanks, Gram,” he says, giving her a hug. “It’s a beautiful box.”
We load up into the car, and are soon on our way. Becca and Ryan are in the back seat, Kelly sitting next to me in the passenger seat. We get on the highway and are halfway home when Kelly squeezes my hand. “They’re asleep back there,” she says. “What beautiful kids have.”
I look in the rearview mirror. Becca has her headphones in, leaning her head against the glass window, eyes closed. Ryan’s head is upright, but his eyes are shut as well. In the middle seat is the ring box, open and empty. Ryan’s definitely not sleeping.
The end.
I hope you enjoyed reading my story! - Nothing4u2c
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH1: The birthday gift]
That was a very interesting and fun take on the Swap Ring, even if it largely broke the no-sex rule with the level of sexual contact he kept having in people's bodies. It worked within the context of the story though, so I'll allow it.
The way that you had the Swap Ring operate as just a possession ring was odd at first, but I liked it in this case. Normally though the ring was designed to actually SWAP bodies
(girl in boy, boy in girl). That obviously would've screwed up your story though if everyone kept waking up in Jake's body each time.
Also, I had a feeling when I created the Swap Ring that at least one story was going to end with a person fucking themselves. Just call it a hunch. I loved the way that was done though, with the ring strobe-lighting the two back and forth to simultaneously experience both halves of their sex. Perfect ending to Jake's reign as Ringbearer.
The way that you had the Swap Ring operate as just a possession ring was odd at first, but I liked it in this case. Normally though the ring was designed to actually SWAP bodies
(girl in boy, boy in girl). That obviously would've screwed up your story though if everyone kept waking up in Jake's body each time.Also, I had a feeling when I created the Swap Ring that at least one story was going to end with a person fucking themselves. Just call it a hunch. I loved the way that was done though, with the ring strobe-lighting the two back and forth to simultaneously experience both halves of their sex. Perfect ending to Jake's reign as Ringbearer.
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH1: The birthday gift]
Thanks for the feedback, Executionus.
I guess I should have more carefully read the no-sex rule and your follow-up posts explaining it. Sorry! I read the rule as the ringbearers themselves must be virgins, and that swapping bodies gave them the opportunity to have sexual contact without losing their own personal virginity (and the power of the ring).
I was also having a hard time figuring out how to have a true body swap within the context of how I wanted this story to go, so I guess I bent the rules there as well. Maybe I should have put forward more effort to make this a challenge for myself rather than taking the easy way out, using blackout/memory loss when swapping was taking place. I guess I used it more as a "possession" ring (which was the term I used a few times) rather than a swap ring.
Also, yes, the ending with Jake fucking himself with the person he had swapped bodies with was something I had in mind from the get go. In fact, I was at first planning this to be a short story that focused just on this happening (more or less throw out CH2-3). But, as I started writing, I had a few tangents I wanted to explore, although most of them I intended to expand a bit further (e.g., running into Miss Villanueva and/or blackmailing her, "eavesdropping" on Kevin's wedding night, more detailed accounts of swapping into Kelly's body, etc.). In the end, I took the middle ground, sharing some of these experiences but getting to the finale quicker rather than going down the rabbit's hole and fully building out these concepts. Maybe another time.
Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.
Cheers,
Nothing4u2c
I guess I should have more carefully read the no-sex rule and your follow-up posts explaining it. Sorry! I read the rule as the ringbearers themselves must be virgins, and that swapping bodies gave them the opportunity to have sexual contact without losing their own personal virginity (and the power of the ring).
I was also having a hard time figuring out how to have a true body swap within the context of how I wanted this story to go, so I guess I bent the rules there as well. Maybe I should have put forward more effort to make this a challenge for myself rather than taking the easy way out, using blackout/memory loss when swapping was taking place. I guess I used it more as a "possession" ring (which was the term I used a few times) rather than a swap ring.
Also, yes, the ending with Jake fucking himself with the person he had swapped bodies with was something I had in mind from the get go. In fact, I was at first planning this to be a short story that focused just on this happening (more or less throw out CH2-3). But, as I started writing, I had a few tangents I wanted to explore, although most of them I intended to expand a bit further (e.g., running into Miss Villanueva and/or blackmailing her, "eavesdropping" on Kevin's wedding night, more detailed accounts of swapping into Kelly's body, etc.). In the end, I took the middle ground, sharing some of these experiences but getting to the finale quicker rather than going down the rabbit's hole and fully building out these concepts. Maybe another time.
Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.
Cheers,
Nothing4u2c
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Re: ROA: The Foster Family [CH1: The birthday gift]
Don't worry too much about bending the rules and all. Most of these stories have taken artistic liabilities with the rings and how they work. It's to be expected and is part of the fun.
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Nice work. You had me hooked as soon as the body switching started, and I was glad to read a happy ending.
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