Mitchell had no idea that his neighbor was such a kinky bitch until one day while cutting her grass she invited him in for homemade lemonade and biscuits and she showed him her dungeon and asked if he wanted to play.
If only he knew that the woman in front of him was in fact another teenage boy who had been caught in the same trap as him almost a year ago to the day.
A boy who had his body stolen by the person who was trapped in the woman's body and had to find a willing victim to swap with exactly 12 months after it happened to him he would have run out of the room.
But it was too late.
He had agreed to let her strip him naked tie him up and let her do whatever she wanted to do to him which after making him come was to steal his body and leave him in hers holding his own cock with the knowledge of who he really was and what had happened to him but unable to do anything about it until it was his time to swap.
Michael was about 16 years ago, and sometimes he looked at his neighbor. The beautiful Miss Jones. He didn't know why all the sudden, he was interested in her. She and she looked like at him, like wants him in sexual way. She had be 25 older than him. So this the only time, have her. He felt, in was wrong, that lust that was growing inside him.
ReplyDeleteAs he followed her, down to her basement. It was her private playroom.
She cooled in Michaels ear. And quickly started to underdressed. And quickly tied him up.
She started to quickly excited.
Thou he was enjoy this allot.
Excuse me, Miss Jones, thou I enjoy this, I don't think this is proper.
I'm sorry, but I need you dear. I need your body. so to speak of.
What, you mean that want me, sexually, he asked.
Yes, and no, I was once like you, she said.
You mean, a teenager, but that was a long time ago. He said.
I was like you barely, a year or two. She said.
So I have a change to be a guy again. She said.
You mean, I need have sex with you, he said.
No, not exactly, I will be himself, and you will, me and you have to find another teenager. to switch with.
I'll, I'll tell the next one. He said.
No you won't, like, I tried, and the onw before me tried. And the curse will not allowed it. So you will the next Miss. Jones.