An Early Retirement

 

Avery used to be a 19-year-old college sophomore with a love for late-night parties, iced coffee, and putting off assignments until the last minute. But ever since the Great Shift, she had become a 62-year-old retired man with a thick beard, a hairy chest, and knees that ached if she stood up too fast.

Not that she minded.

While others struggled to adjust, Avery saw the shift as an opportunity. She had lucked out in the chaos—big time. The man whose body she now occupied had ended up as a frail 90-year-old woman. The shock was too much for him. He suffered a heart attack two days after the shift and, with no family or heirs, all of his assets legally passed to her.

A paid-off house in the countryside. A sizable retirement fund. Stocks. Savings. Enough money for her to never work again.

Why grind through college and minimum-wage jobs when she could enjoy the retired life? While her former classmates scrambled to adjust to their new bodies, Avery had been lounging by the pool, sipping cocktails, and living like a king.

Her father—now in her old body—wasn’t happy about it.

“Are you serious, Avery?” he snapped, standing over the pool as she lay on a striped inflatable raft, arms folded behind her head. “You had your whole life ahead of you! And you just—just wasted it?”

Avery sighed, pushing up the brim of her bucket hat to squint at him. “Dad, relax. I put in my two weeks at that diner job. And I never wanted to finish college anyway.”

He ran a hand through her former brown hair, exasperated. “You’re nineteen! You could start over! Go to school, get a real job, build a future!”

“Or,” Avery said, stretching lazily, “I could enjoy my golden years without any of that stress.”

Her father clenched his jaw, looking comically out of place in her old crop top and jean shorts. “This is ridiculous. I didn’t raise you to be lazy.”

Avery smirked. “Technically, you did. And now you get to fix that—if you want.”

His face darkened as the realization hit. If she wasn’t going to live her life properly, then he had to. He stormed off, muttering under his breath, while Avery closed her eyes and drifted, letting the warm sun lull her back into a nap.

Retirement was, after all, exactly what she’d always wanted.

Hey everyone! I’m back from my trip! Hope you enjoyed this story because I had a ton of fun writing it!

Update

Hey everyone! Hope 2025 has been treating you well so far! I just wanted to inform everyone that I will be going on vacation this week and won’t be back until 28th, so our regularly scheduled programming will return on the 31st! Until then,

- SwappedMan

The Leprechaun’s Trick

 Maeve O’Connell had always been the odd one out. A lanky, bookish girl with thick glasses and a nervous stutter, she had never quite fit in with the other girls at school. They gossiped about boys and makeup, while she spent her lunch breaks in the library, nose-deep in fantasy novels. More than anything, she wished she could be confident, strong—someone people actually respected.

That wish took a turn for the bizarre on her walk home.

She had been taking her usual shortcut through the woods when something glimmered in the underbrush. Pushing aside the ferns, her breath caught—there, nestled in the dirt, was a small, shining pot of gold.

Her fingers had barely brushed the surface when a furious voice rang out.

“Oi! That be my gold, lass!”

Maeve spun around, heart pounding. Standing before her was a tiny, bearded man in a green coat, his sharp eyes glaring up at her.

“You weren’t guarding it very well,” she muttered.

The leprechaun’s scowl deepened. “You’ll be givin’ that back now.”

Maeve tightened her grip. This was magic. A chance at something more. “Not until you grant me a wish.”

The leprechaun let out a huff. “Fine. What’s the wish?”

“I… I want to be respected. To be strong, confident—someone people listen to.”

The leprechaun’s grin sent a shiver down her spine. “Ah, so that’s what ya want, is it?” He tapped his cane against the ground. “Granted.”

The world around her spun. Maeve gasped, the trees blurring into streaks of green and gold until darkness swallowed her whole.

The next morning, Maeve awoke to foreign sensations.

Her bed felt smaller, her limbs heavier. Blinking blearily, she lifted her hands—bigger, rougher than before.

Then she grabbed her phone and opened the front camera.

Staring back at her was not Maeve O’Connell—at least, not as she had known herself.

A broad-shouldered young man with messy red hair and a stubbled jawline stared at her in shock. His muscular arms flexed involuntarily as he clutched the blanket around his chest. His jaw dropped—his voice was deep.

Maeve scrambled out of bed, almost tripping over her own legs. Her pajamas had vanished, she quickly grabbed the towel on the floor and wrapped it around her, hanging low on her hips.

Heart racing, she unlocked her phone. Every message, every photo—all of it had shifted. Reality had rewritten itself. And now, she was him.

Happy early St. Patrick’s Day to everyone! I’m am going to be on vacation next week (post to come about that) and wanted to make sure I got a fun story out for the holiday before then!

The New Ethan Foster, Final Part

A year had passed since Ethan had become Ed, and in that time, he had gone from barely keeping up to fully settling into his new life. The first few months had been a blur—balancing work, bills, and, most importantly, being a father to his former best friend, Jason, who still had no idea about the swap. That part had been the hardest. One moment, Jason had been his equal, his closest friend, and now, Ethan had to be his dad. Disciplining him, guiding him, pretending he had memories of raising him—it was overwhelming at first. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like an act.

Jason trusted him, looked up to him, and despite Ethan’s initial awkwardness, they had grown close in a way he never expected. He helped Jason through his struggles at school, taught him how to drive, and even attended his football games, cheering him on like a real dad. The weirdness of it all faded. Now, when Jason called him Dad, Ethan barely even flinched.

Work had been another major adjustment, but surprisingly, he had thrived. At first, he had worried about keeping up with Ed’s old job, but his natural charisma and determination had made an impression. Now, a year later, he had just received a major promotion—regional manager. It came with a raise, more responsibilities, and a real sense of accomplishment. For the first time in his life, he had stability.

But perhaps the biggest change of all had been finally coming to terms with something he had always kept buried. In his old life, Ethan had never felt comfortable enough to fully embrace his sexuality. But now, in Ed’s body, something shifted. Maybe it was the confidence that came with age, or maybe it was knowing that no one expected him to be the same Ethan anymore. So, he came out—first to a coworker, then to friends, and eventually to Jason. And to his relief, no one cared.

Life was different now. Harder, more structured, but also fulfilling in a way he never expected. Ethan was Ed now, and honestly? He was happy.

The New Ethan Foster, Part 2

 A year had passed since Ed had become Ethan Foster, and in that time, he had fully embraced his new life. At first, it had been a whirlwind of adjustments—learning how to move in a younger, stronger body, getting used to being treated like someone in their prime rather than a man approaching middle age, and, most importantly, stepping into Ethan’s life as a college student.

At first, the idea of going back to school had seemed daunting. Ed hadn’t set foot in a classroom in decades, and now he was suddenly surrounded by students half his original age, navigating coursework, social events, and the casual chaos of college life. But as the weeks went on, he realized something surprising—he loved it.

For the first time in years, he wasn’t burdened by the responsibilities of a dead-end career or the exhaustion of middle age. He was young, full of energy, and surrounded by endless opportunities. He threw himself into his classes, finding that his years of experience gave him a sharp edge in discussions. While most students groaned through lectures, he actually enjoyed learning again.

And then there was the social aspect. As Ed, he had been stuck in a routine—work, home, the occasional dinner with old friends. Now, as Ethan, life was a constant rush of excitement. Parties, late-night study sessions, road trips, spontaneous hangouts—he was part of something again. His new body gave him confidence he never had before, and it showed. People gravitated toward him. He had friends, attention, and, best of all, he had options. Dating as Ethan was nothing like it had been in his old life. He was young, good-looking, and free.

Every once in a while, he’d have a quiet moment where he’d think about the life he left behind. But then, he’d remind himself—he wasn’t Ed anymore. He was Ethan Foster, and he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

Body Swap N'B Review #1

Inspired by thegreatstoryteller's post on tumblr which can be found here!

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I’ll admit, when I first booked my Body Swap N’B vacation, I had a very different experience in mind. I was picturing myself sipping cocktails in a bikini, lounging by the waves in a body that felt young, carefree, and effortlessly beautiful. Instead, I found myself waking up as a rugged, middle-aged man with a hairy chest, broad shoulders, and a body built more for grilling steaks than posing for Instagram. But you know what? It turned out to be one of the best vacations I’ve ever had.

The private beach house was a dream—secluded, luxurious, and just steps away from the clearest water I’ve ever seen. No need to worry about crowds, overpriced drinks, or finding a good spot on the sand. I had the whole place to myself. At first, adjusting to my new body was a little strange. My voice was deep, my face felt unfamiliar, and every time I moved, I was hyper-aware of the strength in my arms and the way I carried myself. But after a day or two, I embraced it.

There was something incredibly freeing about experiencing life in this body. I didn’t have to worry about my appearance in a bikini, no one expected me to pose for selfies, and I could just exist. I spent my days swimming, hiking along the coast, and even trying out fishing (which, surprisingly, I was pretty good at). And let’s talk about the food—this body could eat. I indulged in steak, fresh seafood, and local delicacies without a second thought.

Would I book this exact swap again? Maybe not. But it gave me a perspective I never expected, and for that, I’m grateful. If you’re open to something unexpected, I highly recommend trying a swap outside your comfort zone. You just might love it.

FOSE #2

 Samantha hadn’t believed in the rumors. The FOSE—short for “Fantasy Orgasm Swapping Event”—was nothing more than an urban legend. Said to be a cosmic fluke that supposedly caused people to swap bodies during orgasm if one was thinking about another. It sounded ridiculous.

But as she knelt between Jake’s legs, looking up at him through her lashes, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with love. He was everything to her. Every moan, every gasp he let out, made her heart swell. She wanted to be closer to him than ever before.

And then, it happened.

As he shuddered, his hands gripping the back of her head, a wave of heat shot through her body. For a split second, she felt weightless—then everything lurched.

She gasped. But it wasn’t her voice. It was his.

Her vision swam, and she found herself sitting on the couch, chest heaving, looking down at herself. At her own body, still on its knees, blinking up at her with wide, horrified eyes.

“What the fuck?” her voice—his voice—boomed.

She shot up, but her movements felt foreign. Heavier. Stronger. Her hands flew to her chest—broad. Solid. Hairy. She pulled at the open shirt, revealing a body that wasn’t hers but one she had spent so many nights curled against.

Jake—now in her body—scrambled backward, touching her face in disbelief. “No, no, no, this isn’t real!”

She swallowed, heart pounding. “Oh my God.”

The FOSE was real. And they were never switching back.

TG Day #2

TG Day, an event that happens at the beginning of every semester at colleges across the nation aiming to help participating students and faculty understand life across gender lines. These are their stories.

Maddie had always been curious about what life was like as a guy. So, when her college announced TG Day—a unique tradition where students could swap genders for a semester—she eagerly signed up. Her main motivation? Her boyfriend, Frank. She figured if she became a guy, she could spend more time with him and his friends, seeing life from his perspective.

When she woke up after the transformation, she barely recognized herself. Her soft features were replaced with a strong jawline, messy brown hair, and a lean, toned physique. She examined her new reflection in the mirror, running a hand over her sharper features. The stubble on her chin felt foreign, and her deepened voice caught her off guard. Dressed in just a pair of grey sweatpants, she felt an unfamiliar sense of confidence.

Excited to surprise Frank, she quickly got dressed is some clothes the school provided her and hurried across campus to his frat house.

But when she entered the back yard and saw him sitting on the stoop, Maddie’s jaw nearly dropped. Frank had participated in TG Day, too.

Sitting before her was a stunning brunette with delicate features, wide green eyes, and a familiar nervous smile. “Maddie?” Frank asked in a soft, feminine voice.

Maddie burst into laughter. “You swapped too?”

Frank blushed. “Yeah… I thought if I became a girl, I could understand you better. But I guess you had the same idea.”

The two stared at each other, realizing they had both gone through a radical change just to grow closer. It wasn’t the semester either of them expected—but maybe, it would be even better.