When my girlfriend’s weird, unstable younger sister magically swapped my body and stole my life, no one would believe me except for you. It still took some convincing, but I knew things about you only your childhood best friend could possibly know, all while the \\\*‘real’\\\* me was acting stranger and stranger. We’d finally worked out a plan to confront him and make him swap us back, but things went awry when my girlfriend announced their engagement and I sort of went a little crazy in front of everyone at the big party.
After that her family had me put away.
For six months you waited, and when I was finally released from the psychiatric hospital you were once again the only one there for me. But this time things were different. \\\*I\\\* was different. Thanks to intensive therapy and powerful antipsychotic medication, my doctors assured you that my delusions were fully under control and I could go back to my life as a normal 19 year old college dropout and stop lying about being a grown man with a job and a fiancée. All I needed was support and stability and a little love, and you were just the person to give it to me.
So, how are you going to handle this situation? You know your lifelong best friend is still somewhere inside this confused, scared, doped up young woman, but how can you bring him back out without causing even more damage to his psyche and his life? Is there any hope of finding a way to swap him back into his old body or are we doomed to accept this new arrangement forever?
What kind of relationship did we have and how has my situation changed our dynamic—was I always the bigger, stronger, more confident friend who now finds himself meekly depending on you to take charge, or have I always been the helpless one? What kind of life do you live and what kind of home are you bringing me into, a nice big house where you can provide me with every comfort or a shitty cramped apartment where we’ll have to share every little space?
But most importantly, how are you going to deal with the irresistible sexual chemistry between us, especially while my new medications make it so hard for me to deny that I really am that sexy, curvy, busty, horny little slut that always used to drive the both of us crazy?
I don’t expect you to answer all these questions yourself right away. We can figure them out together as we go, and I have a lot of ideas about how my time in the hospital will make me act very strangely toward you. Just something to think about as you come up with an amazing starter for us. Feel free to ask some questions or just start!
All characters are 18+
My girlfriend’s brother is the worst! He’s a lazy, immature stoner who’s such a loser that their parents kicked him out of their house because he couldn’t find a job after graduating college. I guess they were trying to teach him a lesson about responsibility in the adult world or something, but it’s a lesson he’ll never learn if my girlfriend keeps coddling him. She’s such a devoted and protective big sister that when he called her begging for a place to crash while he looks for a job she immediately melted and assured him he can stay as long as he needs. “Anything for you, baby bro!” she told him. “Mi casa es su casa!”
It wouldn’t have been that big a problem, except that I have never gotten along with her family. I have no idea why, but her parents totally hate me, and if they found out I was still living in the apartment they helped her pay for, we could risk them cutting her off financially. So my girlfriend came up with the perfect disguise, an amazing pill that could transform me, as if by magic, from her boyfriend to her roommate—her female roommate.
”It’ll just be for a couple weeks,” she said. “You’ll barely even know he’s here, and maybe when he’s not around I can treat you to a little girl-on-girl fun.” That did sound pretty enticing, not to mention the fact that I did basically rely on her for a place to live, so I reluctantly agreed. The next day I moved my things into the little spare room I was using as a studio and swallowed my pride along with that little pink pill.
It wasn’t so bad at first. I was busy enough with work that I could distract myself from my shitty new roommate and my feminine new body. Her brother was surprisingly polite and considerate as he settled into his temporary new home on our couch, at least at first. Plus, he’s not too terrible to look at. But the longer he’s stayed, the more uncomfortable things have gotten.
For a while my girlfriend and I easily fell into our new dynamic as “besties,” but it didn’t take long for things to get awkward and strained. The excitement of ”girl-on-girl fun” faded pretty quickly—there was something essential missing from our dynamic and our relationship quickly devolved from secret lesbian tryst to tepid, platonic friendship, and finally to resentful, bitter arguing in a small, overcrowded living space.
The more comfortable her brother got living on our couch the messier he became, until the whole apartment was hopelessly cluttered with old takeout containers, empty beer bottles, and dirty boxer shorts. But as our cramped little home reeked more & more of weed, sweaty socks, and stale food, my girlfriend started holding me responsible for keeping it clean, because her angelic baby brother was too busy “job hunting,” which apparently now means doing bong rips at noon and playing Call of Duty for hours at a time. When she started criticizing the way I dress around the house, I really began to feel trapped in an impossible situation. You see, since this arrangement was only meant to last a week or two, we never bought myself any girls’ clothes, figuring I could borrow a few things to get by. Somehow we didn’t anticipate how much curvier I would be than her—the word her brother likes to use for me is ”thicc”—so I’ve been relegated to covering all the bouncing and jiggling of my short, soft, shapely body with nothing but my own ill fitting menswear. Between practically spilling out of my ratty old tank tops and constantly trying to keep my baggy sweatpants from drooping down my fat ass, I’ve never felt so uncomfortable and self conscious, which hasn’t been helped by my girlfriend’s repeated exhortations to ”put on a fucking bra!” Like, she knows for a fact that I have never even owned one!
It would be bad enough if I only had to deal with my bitchy ”best friend” projecting all her frustrations onto her poor, busty, overwhelmed, young roommate, but while she’s at work all day I’m stuck navigating around her dirtbag brother all by myself. I mean, sure, he’s kind of cute, but in that effortless way where his utter lack of self awareness somehow comes off as charming confidence. And yeah, he never hesitates to share his weed and booze, but I’m sure that’s just his way of ingratiating himself in order to stay even longer. It would just be a lot easier to deal with his bullshit if I didn’t get all these butterflies in my stomach every time I caught him stealing a peek at my tits or my ass. I know it’s just that I’m a little pent up since my sex life totally fizzled out, but whenever I catch myself giggling like a ditz at one of his dumb jokes or letting my gaze linger a little too long at the outline of that impressive bulge in his gym shorts, it makes me wonder how much longer I can live like this without going completely nuts.
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Looking for someone to bring creativity in fleshing out these characters to tell a story that is as emotionally complex as it is sexually charged. In short, a hapless man takes an X-Change pill to become a young, busty woman and is now stuck posing as his girlfriend’s “roommate” while her brother crashes on their couch, maybe indefinitely. His girlfriend is growing increasingly distant and unsympathetic, as her annoying but undeniably attractive brother is stirring up desires in his new body that are quickly becoming too intense to resist. Of course, he considers himself an innocent victim, but the truth is more complicated—he’s just as responsible for his predicament as anyone else is. (There’s gotta be a reason her family doesn’t like him, right?) All the characters are at least a little selfish, short sighted, and brimming with contradictory desires and motivations.
Ideally I’d like to find someone interested in playing both the girlfriend and her brother, in both one on one scenes and occasionally all together—but if you’d rather only play one, that’s fine, too. The more awkward, conflicted, embarrassing, argumentative, and sexy, the better. If our styles really click and the RP continues long enough, I’d also love to expand the story out of the apartment and include even more characters, but that’s a discussion for later.
I don’t have hard post length requirements as long as you’re putting in the effort to fill in the details, make the characters your own, and move the story forward with each post. I left out their names and the specifics of their appearances, jobs, interests, etc for a reason, so you have plenty of creative freedom. And don’t feel like you have to match the length of my prompt with your opener.
Feel free to just start, or ask any questions you might have. Chats preferred. All characters are 18+
I just don’t like not knowing what he’s up to in my body until we can figure how to swap the three of us back!