At last, part 3 in this series of body swap shenanigans from this lovely family. Let me know if you want this to be a recurring holiday theme!
Edit: 11:59pm
Source: https://www.hoyolab.com/article/35943798
“Fiona! Are you even listening to me?” I blink twice as I suddenly realize that my grand-niece had been talking to me all this time. Even after eighty years of swapping bodies with my beloved family come Christmas time and until New Year’s, I still haven’t gotten used to it. At least last year I swapped with my wife Dahlia, but this year I was even luckier. I swapped into the body of my youngest grandchild Fiona. A complete sweetheart with a love of fireworks and anything that shimmers and sparkles, what really excited me about her was how pretty she is.Everything about her, from her silvery hair to her adorable smile just screamed cute, and now her body is mine for the week! Yes, there have been some embarrassing moments. I hadn’t realized her period started so soon after Christmas, which makes sense why my gag gift were pads. There was also the incident where Zoey’s phone and mine got mixed up… leading to two very loud screams of horror when I got a text from Zoey’s boytoy Mason and she got a spicy selfie from my girlfriend Estella. God, the laughing from the rest of our family didn’t fully die down until hours later, and even then me and Zoey’s blush stayed strong.
But even through all of the humiliating moments, living these past few days as a star-struck in love eighteen year old girl certainly rejuvenated my old, weary soul and creaky bones. Christmas day came and went, but the teasing and messing with each other did not. Even I participated. After all, I was no longer a grumpy old man, but rather a cute girl that’s up for anything. Which brings us to now. New Year’s Eve, the last day before we all return to our bodies. Just like with the gag gifts, we always try some outlandish challenge or game before swapping back. Last year, we played the world’s riskiest version of truth or dare, which almost resulted in Terry going to hook up with some random stud at a bar while in Zoey’s body. This year, “Zeke” suggested a drinking game version of truth or dare. “The rules are simple. Every time you refuse to answer a truth or perform a dare, you take a shot.” “He” explains, grabbing bottles of liquor from the pantry. There was some argument due to “Fiona” not being 21, only to quickly be convinced by the fact that the real Fiona is in an 80 year old’s body. And so, with that cleared up, the game begins.“Fiona, I’ll ask you again, truth or dare?” Says “Zoey” with a smug smile. I ready myself, opting to start slowly with a truth. “Truth.” “Who’s the top? You or Estella?” I feel my face heat up like a firework about to explode, but the truth is, I don’t know the answer. “I-I…” The rest of the family, especially Fiona as “Grandpa Ben” burst out laughing. “That’s not an answer, sweetheart. You know what that means…?” “Zeke” says before sliding a shot glass towards me. I smile, knowing that this won’t be enough to do anything but buzz me. I pick up the glass and down it in one go.
That’s when I remembered I’m not in my usual body. Instead of a pleasant buzz, the liquor hammers me completely, turning me into a flushed, hiccuping mess. “Wow, what a lightweight, huh? Girl can’t hold her liquor at all.” Teases “Grandpa Ben” as I get all blushy and red. As the night treks onwards towards midnight, the living room quickly fills with boisterous laughter, flushed faces, hiccups and the strong scent of alcohol. Each family member in their own state of drunken disarray. “Laura” wearing a ring gag while blushing like crazy, trying to answer her next question while gagged. “Michelle” is currently trying to explain why she isn’t a cougar to a clearly unconvinced audience, and “Zoey” is having a makeout session with her reflection. But I’m not only drunk, I’m sloppy drunk. Everything around me seems hazy and overly emotional. One moment I’m laughing like a psycho during someone’s dare but then I start to bawl my eyes out during mine.
I don’t last another turn of the game, being the first to pass out from the liquor. A few hours later, and I wake up in Fiona’s, well, my room, with a pounding headache and an hour and a half before midnight. I look around the room, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “Damn, Fiona’s so cute.” I think to myself, too drunk to notice my hands slowly and sensually running up and down my body.Before long, my hands drunkenly begin to squeeze and feel up “my” curves. “Oh, so soft…Hic!” I let out a breathy moan as my hands seemingly move on their own, unaware of the time ticking ever closer to midnight. 11:00pm. I touch, squeeze caress and feel, finally putting in the work to learn about every nook, cranny and crevice of Fiona’s body. 11:15pm. I hear more chatter and laughter from downstairs, they’re probably waiting for the fireworks at midnight, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is this body, how amazing it feels. 11:25pm.
My hands travel further down, past my chest, running over my stomach caressing my thighs. So soft, so plump. “Do girls always feel like this…? Hic!” My hands continue their exploration, eventually reaching the most sacred spot on a woman. I feel my fingers slowly make their way past my skirt. 11:35pm. I feel it. Even drunk I know what it is, the wetness of a woman soaking through her panties. Slowly, my hands begin to trace and touch on their own, my drunken daze taking over all my thoughts and actions. 11:45pm. I feel a knot begin to build and tighten in my stomach, growing and growing as my hands grow bolder. 11:55pm. This is it. It’s almost time. 12:59pm. It’s happening~! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Fireworks fill my sight as I feel the not break, a wetness flooding between my legs. But the sensation doesn’t last long as I feel the familiar tug of my body calling back for my soul. Back in the living room, in my creaky old body, I’m just in time to hear my family ring in the new year, and a delicate female voice moaning loudly upstairs. “Happy New Year!”