Pic sauce for part 2: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2427649

At first I didn’t care about any of the looks I would get, but after a while I started to dislike them. I thought I was starting to understand her perspective, but really I was just becoming interested in her body myself. After having to carry her tits and ass around all day, I started to notice them like that as well. There was a limit to how hot they could be, since they did feel like they were just another part of my body, but on the other hand, the thought of being able to do whatever I wanted with them was tempting to me. I refused to believe that I was developing feelings like that, so I worked even harder in her body. I would work up a sweat, and eventually her body and muscles would ache and get tired, and then my interest would fade as I got accustomed to her body again.

And whenever it ended and I went back to my own body, the feeling would vanish entirely, and the whole thing would seem ridiculous and distant and I would be able to forget about it. But every time she offered to swap again, I couldn’t turn her down, because I thought her life was interesting, and I was tempted by the allure of what she had, and I would fall into it again, like a dream.

I sometimes thought about the possibility of using her body to masturbate, but I never seriously considered soiling her body like that. I was interested but I didn’t think that there was really anything for me to do. So I resisted, until it didn’t matter anymore. I still have difficulty getting off, and I have never felt truly horny in her body. I don’t know if that’s just how she is, or if it’s me, or if all girls are like that. Sometimes I stick my fingers in, and it feels good, but then it ends, and it just makes me want to clean it up right away, and I feel empty and nothing afterwards.

I don’t remember the last day too well. We were on a rare family vacation, driving along the coast, and it was so early in the morning, and I was tired. It was the first time we swapped bodies for fun, I think. It was so weird sitting next to her, in my body, in the car. Something happened and we rolled over, and went off the edge, and we were underwater. It was so dark and cold, I just relied on instinct. I escaped in her body, since she was a great swimmer, and her body was more athletic. I was still totally exhausted, and when they took me to the hospital they said I had a concussion. She was the only one who died, in my body. I took it for granted, since we only really knew each other through this, but she was a good friend.

It still never quite sunk in that I was permanently stuck in her body. It still feels like it could end at any moment. But every time I look in the mirror, I see her body again, and I see her chest, hanging there, and I see her face, staring back at me. Eventually I did get bored and I started exploring her body more, I didn’t even feel guilty about it, just indifferent. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do from here. Her life isn’t too bad, and her body is hot, and I do like it, but forever from now on I will only be able to see it from this perspective, and it makes me wonder if I missed out on something.