Annabelle’s life was perfect. She had a great job, great friends, and she was looking for someone to spend the rest of her life with. That was until one day, when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and from that moment on, her life was never the same again.
Nearly three months later, Annabelle walked into her bedroom to see her own body on the edge of the bed, working out. She was now a prisoner a prisoner stuck in the body of some guy. The same guy who had knocked on her door that night. The same guy who had swapped their bodies and had been living as her ever since.
He had told her she had to help him or risk never getting her body back.
“See? I told you I’d look after your body. I keep my promises. Plus, I’d hate to see a great body like this start to get chubby. Now, I’m going to finish with some yoga, and while I’m doing that, can you pick out an outfit for me to wear tonight? I feel like hitting the clubs and make yourself scarce, as I might be bringing home a friend I feel like having a little fun tonight, that won’t be a problem will it ?.”
“No, of course not. I’ll find something for you to wear and lock myself in my room as soon as you leave,” said Annabelle. She didn’t even argue anymore or try to resist. The last time she did, he had made it very clear she would never see her body again.
As she went to her wardrobe, she caught her reflection. She tried to avoid mirrors. She looked at the balding, beer-bellied, middle aged man’s body the one who had stolen her life and had a flashback to that moment three months ago when she opened the door.
“Hurry up! I want to shower and get ready as soon as I’m finished!” said the guy, now on the yoga mat.
She didn’t even know his name. She had asked, but he never told her. He was just the guy the one who had stolen her life.
Annabelle picked out an outfit and left it on the bed. Then she went downstairs and waited, in case he needed anything else. She listened as the sound of high heels on the floor signalled that he was approaching.
“God, I feel and look so sexy in this. Great choice. Now do I fancy a little fun with a guy or a woman tonight, oh let’s just see how things go”
“Will you need me anymore today?” said Annabelle, watching her body walk across the room. She did look beautiful she had always loved that dress.
“No, you can go. Push breakfast back an hour as well.”
She nodded and watched as her body left. Then she ran upstairs to her room… well, the guest bedroom and fell onto the bed, crying herself to sleep.
Annabelle was awoken by sound of moaning, she covered her ears she could not stand the sound of listening to her own body have sex with some random guy, she cried some more and wondered if she would ever get her body back and the she wondered if she could ever get over knowing what this guy had done while in her body.