Me and my girlfriend Stacy were buying some snacks for the party we were going to. As the storm was getting intense, I was glad we were having this inside. As I pick out a bag of chips, all of a sudden, the lights cut out. I look up and am quickly hit with a bright flash before everything goes black.
As I wake up, I feel like hell. "Ugh, what happened", I think as I open my eyes. I am lying on the floor of the gas station behind the cash register. Something is off. I see my belly, much fatter than I used to be. "What the hell", I think, as I look at my hand. It is dark brown, quickly standing up, my back hurting, I look in the glass of the display. I see the middle-aged Indian cashier staring back. What the hell, I gasp. I feel my new heart start to race, I'm a middle-aged man right now. I go out, looking for my girlfriend. I see my car driving away, leaving me here. Did he steal my body?
I don't know what to do. People don't just switch bodies.
3 days later:
I hated this. All attempts to get my body back had failed. I sit at the dinner table, watching my "wife", this middle-aged Indian woman bring me some aloo paratha. As she turns around to sit down, I get a glimpse of her butt in her sari. I feel my penis twitch. I couldn't believe this is what I was into now. This body was ridiculously horny, but when I jerked off after 2 days of trying to get my body back, I couldn't think of my girlfriend. The best I could do was think of Professor Rajmani, my math professor, who looked similar to my new wife. I was only into middle-aged Indian woman now.
I'm snapped out of my moping session by the feeling of a foot pressing into my new crotch area. I look up and see Mrs. Patel is looking at me. She says in Gujarati, "You've been so distant recently. Is something happening at work?" Ugh, what do I even say, I think. I respond in my new first language, Gujarati, "Sorry, I just felt some changes in my life. I think I'm better now." She puts a hand on my shoulder, "Why don't we go to bed after? I know how to make you feel better."
30 minutes later:
I moan as Mrs. Patel lowers herself onto my new penis. Her saggy breasts hang in my face as I thrust up. God, this felt so good. She lets out a scream as I grab her breasts. All this almost distracted me from the fact that I was now an old man and after only a few minutes, I feel myself explode inside her. My stamina was not that impressive now. As my new wife kisses me, I think "Is this really my life forever now?"