“Jason, stop being trash,” Liam laughed into his headset, the glow of his PC illuminating his room. “Trash? Says the guy camping with a sniper,” Jason shot back. “Strategic positioning,” Liam replied smugly, leaning into his chair. “You’re a such a pussy, Liam,” Alex chimed in, chuckling. Before Liam could respond, everything shifted. A wave of dizziness hit him, the world spinning violently. His vision blurred, and then—stillness. When his sight cleared, Liam wasn’t in his chair anymore. He wasn’t in his room. He was… lying down, staring at a chandelier. “What the hell?” he murmured, only to freeze. The voice wasn’t his. It was Soft. Feminine. Sitting up quickly, Liam felt an unfamiliar bounce in his chest. He looked down and saw smooth, toned legs ending in perfectly pedicured toes, a bright white polish catching the light. His shorts were pink and tiny, clinging to curvy hips he didn’t recognize. Squeezing tightly against an unfamiliar tightness in his crotch. Panic hit him like a freight train. He scrambled to his feet, wobbling on legs that felt too long and delicate. His hands shot to his chest, feeling the unmistakable softness of two perfectly round breasts. Then his eyes caught the reflection in a nearby mirror. It was Mrs. Parker. The neighbor’s the trophy wife. “No. No, no, no,” he whispered, staring at the petite, sexy woman in the mirror, her wide, shocked eyes mirroring his panic. He was standing in her living room. In her body. Suddenly the sound of keys jingling at the door made him freeze. A moment later, it swung open. “Honey, I’m home!” It was Mr. Parker. Liam’s breath hitched as the tall, broad-shouldered man stepped inside, his sharp suit contrasting the warmth in his eyes as they landed on Liam. “There’s my gorgeous girl,” Mr. Parker said, his voice smooth as velvet. He loosened his tie, his gaze lingering on Liam’s smooth legs, exposed by the tiny shorts. Liam tried to back up, but the couch caught him. “Uh, hi…” Mr. Parker tilted his head, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “You okay, babe? You look a little flushed.” Liam’s heart raced as Mr. Parker closed the distance between them, his large hands brushing lightly against Liam’s curvy hips. “You know,” Mr. Parker murmured, his lips dangerously close, “I was hoping we could have some alone time tonight.” Liam swallowed hard, his mind screaming, but his body trembling with an entirely different sensation. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t escape. And Mr. Parker wasn’t going anywhere.
“Jason, stop being trash,” Liam laughed into his headset, the glow of his PC illuminating his room. “Trash? Says the guy camping with a sniper,” Jason shot back. “Strategic positioning,” Liam replied smugly, leaning into his chair.
ReplyDelete“You’re a such a pussy, Liam,” Alex chimed in, chuckling. Before Liam could respond, everything shifted. A wave of dizziness hit him, the world spinning violently. His vision blurred, and then—stillness. When his sight cleared, Liam wasn’t in his chair anymore. He wasn’t in his room. He was… lying down, staring at a chandelier. “What the hell?” he murmured, only to freeze. The voice wasn’t his. It was Soft. Feminine.
Sitting up quickly, Liam felt an unfamiliar bounce in his chest. He looked down and saw smooth, toned legs ending in perfectly pedicured toes, a bright white polish catching the light. His shorts were pink and tiny, clinging to curvy hips he didn’t recognize. Squeezing tightly against an unfamiliar tightness in his crotch.
Panic hit him like a freight train. He scrambled to his feet, wobbling on legs that felt too long and delicate. His hands shot to his chest, feeling the unmistakable softness of two perfectly round breasts. Then his eyes caught the reflection in a nearby mirror.
It was Mrs. Parker. The neighbor’s the trophy wife.
“No. No, no, no,” he whispered, staring at the petite, sexy woman in the mirror, her wide, shocked eyes mirroring his panic. He was standing in her living room. In her body. Suddenly the sound of keys jingling at the door made him freeze. A moment later, it swung open.
“Honey, I’m home!” It was Mr. Parker. Liam’s breath hitched as the tall, broad-shouldered man stepped inside, his sharp suit contrasting the warmth in his eyes as they landed on Liam.
“There’s my gorgeous girl,” Mr. Parker said, his voice smooth as velvet. He loosened his tie, his gaze lingering on Liam’s smooth legs, exposed by the tiny shorts.
Liam tried to back up, but the couch caught him. “Uh, hi…” Mr. Parker tilted his head, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “You okay, babe? You look a little flushed.” Liam’s heart raced as Mr. Parker closed the distance between them, his large hands brushing lightly against Liam’s curvy hips. “You know,” Mr. Parker murmured, his lips dangerously close, “I was hoping we could have some alone time tonight.” Liam swallowed hard, his mind screaming, but his body trembling with an entirely different sensation. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t escape.
And Mr. Parker wasn’t going anywhere.