He's so ready

Written from the POV of the girl:

I’m Tammy, 25, and I’m having the time of my fucking life with Ryan, this cocky dude I met on Tinder. That's him in the picture. He’s 25, cute in that frat-boy way, and thinks he’s God’s gift to women with his daily matches and nonstop dates. We clicked hard on our first date—dinner, drinks, me in a tight dress that showed off my banging tits and ass. I’m hot as hell, face like a model, body that makes jaws drop, but here’s the kicker: this ain’t even my original body. I’ve got this device, a little sci-fi toy that lets me swap parts with anyone, and nobody notices anything. I told Ryan I’m bi, leaning into it with a flirty wink, and he ate it up, his dick practically jumping at the thought. Clueless fucker had no idea what I had planned.

We’re at the end of the date, laughing outside the restaurant, my perfume—sweet peach and vanilla—mixing with his cologne. I lean in, kiss his cheek, and whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you next time.” He grins, thinking I’m just horny. I slip my hand in my purse, activate the device, and zap—our bodies swap, from the neck-down. My head’s now on his lean frame, his dick heavy in my new jeans, while his head’s on my curvy body, tits bouncing in my low-cut blouse. He doesn’t even blink, reality rewritten so he thinks he’s always been this way. “Night, Tammy,” he says, strutting to his car, my ass swaying under his clueless head. I smirk, feeling his cock stir. This is gonna be fun.

I’m chilling at home, sprawled on my couch, his dick hard just thinking about the swap. Ryan texts, all sweet: “Had a great night. Can I see you again?” I bite my lip, loving how oblivious he is. “Hell yeah,” I reply, then snap a pic of me grabbing his dick—my new toy—through his jeans. “Next time, I might give this to you,” I add, smirking. He’s probably drooling, not knowing he’s getting wet over his own cock. My phone pings, and holy shit, it’s a selfie from Ryan—his head on my body, stripped down to my white skimpy bra, tits spilling out, nipples hard as fuck. “I’m so ready,” he texts. “You’ll see the pussy next time 😘🐱.” I laugh, my new dick throbbing. 

I lean back, the room smelling like my vape and his sweaty jeans, imagining him in his apartment, feeling my tits jiggle over every move he makes. He probably shrugs it off, thinking he’s just packing on pounds, not noticing how my blouse shows off cleavage that’d make any dude hard. I bet he’s running his hands over my curves right now, his new pussy getting wet as he thinks about “getting laid.” Fuck, it’s hot knowing he’s playing with my body, clueless that I’m stroking his dick, planning to fuck him senseless next time. The device hums on my nightstand, ready for more games. Next date, I’ll show him what my new cock can do.