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Give me back my Body.

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  A skeleton screamed as it entered the bedroom. Tony, in Emma's body, still looked up in surprise. The man lying next to him, Emma, who was his boyfriend, let out a scream of terror at the sight of a skeleton holding a knife coming towards them. He was even more surprised when the skeleton said, "Jeffrey, how could you sleep with him?" Emma just chuckled and said Jeffrey had no idea who I was until you let the cat out of the bag. Jeff, I'm Tony. I'm a dirty old man. I skinned your girlfriend and stole her flesh. Jeffrey let out a blood-curdling scream of terror and said You're a man. The skeleton screamed at him Is that all you're concerned about, not that he murdered the love of your life for her flesh. Jeffrey quickly tried to get out of bed, slipped, banged his head and passed out on the floor. When he came in some hours later, he was a skeleton in a wooden box. Unbeknownst to him, Tony had told Jessica he couldn't give her her skin back; it was a ...

Her last shift.

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Starting Again

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Here's the revised ending: They stepped into the lift together. Frank watched their reflections in the polished doors: Sarah in her dark jacket, himself in the navy dress, his hand resting on her arm. For a moment, they looked like strangers on their way to somebody else's evening. Then Sarah tugged at her collar. "If this tie gets any tighter, you may have to cut me out of it." Frank smiled. "After what I went through getting dressed, you're keeping it on until dessert." The restaurant was small and warmly lit, with candles on the tables and soft music from a little dance floor in the back. Sarah gave their name, then followed the waiter between the tables while Frank concentrated on his heels. At the table, they both reached for his chair and stopped. "Sorry," she said. "No, it's all right. I thought I ought to—" "You can, just give me a moment to work out where the skirt goes." She waited while he sat, then took her o...

The dancing girls.

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  Tony, now a 25-year-old woman and dancer, was stretching and warming up before his first performance and could not believe it had been 5 weeks since that mad scientist with a ray gun swapped him and all the men in the Auditorium with the dancing girls on stage, and he was doing her job.

Swap Surrogate

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Feeling lost without education or skills? No future in sight? Join the Swap Surrogate Program! We will pair you with an expectant mother. In this unique program, we will swap your bodies, allowing her to continue her life and career while you experience pregnancy in her body. This includes nine months of pregnancy, labour, and a year of wet nursing. Earn $1,000 a month, with the program covering accommodation and medical expenses. To apply, dial 500-PREGNANT. We can connect you with pregnant women in your area looking for a surrogate to take over for them.

Being me

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  Jack did not like the old woman who lived next door.  She turned out to be a witch.   She did not appreciate all the calls he made to the council about her property.   She decided to switch their bodies and see how he liked being her.

Head of the house.

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  Jackie had often wished her husband could experience, just for a little while, what her life was really like. She didn't want to punish him. She loved him. But lately, she had found herself exhausted by the endless balancing act—working during the day, coming home tired, keeping the house running, and somehow finding the energy to deal with everything pregnancy demanded of her. One evening, after another particularly exhausting day, Jackie sighed and muttered, "I wish you could experience this for yourself. Just once. Then you'd understand." She never expected the wish to be taken literally. The next morning, Jackie and her husband woke up to discover that something impossible had happened. His head was attached to her Body. Her head was attached to his. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke. Jackie stared down at the unfamiliar Body beneath her head, then slowly looked across the bed at her husband, who was experiencing the same bizarre reality from t...

Daddy he see you as me.

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  Sarah didn't want to go through with the wedding her father planned with a Man she didn't Love. She's what happens when she's with her father, so he would have to take her place as bride and wife. He was definitely not happy when he landed in her young Body, standing at the altar after saying I do. He was even more frightened when it came to the honeymoon and his new husband expected him to put out. 

A new life.

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Marcus had been born into nobility.   From the moment he could walk, servants had done everything for him. He had never known hunger, cold, or genuine hardship. He had never needed to work for anything he possessed. He was titled, wealthy, and utterly convinced that everyone beneath him existed for his convenience. To Marcus, commoners were little more than dirt beneath his boots. One afternoon, while riding through the woods with his band of men, he spotted a young woman gathering berries and herbs. She was poor, alone, and completely unable to defend herself against a group of armed riders. Marcus wanted her. And Marcus had never learned to accept the word no. What followed was an act of cruelty that would haunt her—and ultimately Marcus—for the rest of their lives. When the men were finished, they abandoned her in the place where they had found her, leaving her frightened, humiliated, and pregnant. That night, beneath a ragged blanket in the forest's cold darkness, she pray...

Girls didn't do that!

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Jessica had always believed her brother got everything. It wasn't because he worked harder for it. As far as she could tell, he barely had to ask. Their father adored him, and being the favoured child seemed to open doors that remained firmly shut to Jessica. Whenever Dad announced a hunting trip, her brother was invited. When the men went fishing, her brother went along. When they packed the truck for a weekend of camping, Jessica was told the same thing she'd heard countless times before: "Sorry, sweetheart. Boys only." There was always something waiting for her at home instead. Her mother would give her sewing to finish, chores to do, or some lesson about becoming a "proper young woman." Jessica hated it. More than that, she hated watching her brother return from another adventure muddy, sunburned, and grinning while Dad proudly told everyone how well he'd handled himself. So, on her sixteenth birthday, when the cake came out and everyone gathered ...