The body switch experiment

--John's point of view--

It all started one day we were in science class. The teacher had a new experiment he had been wanting to try out but wouldn’t say what it was. Mr. B. was a short balding man with curly black hair. One day he came to class acting differently than he normally did, as if his personality had completely changed. Eventually he finally said “You may have noticed I don’t seem like myself toady, that is because I am not. I am not Mr. B., I am in fact his wife Mary.” He waited a minute for all the laughter to subside. “I know this is hard to believe but I have been doing experiments”. “I am a bit of a scientist in my own right and work as his assistant”. (S)He then showed us the machine. “I would ask for volunteers but it is not ready to be tested by students yet.  Then we saw what appeared to be Mrs. B. walk in, we recognized her from the pictures Mr. B. had on his desk “Hello students” she said “you may have figured it out, since My wife is really me, I am her”.  

We knew we weren’t supposed to mess around with the machine, we knew it was dangerous, but the curiosity was too much for some however. After school was out and most of the teachers had gone home, we sneaked into the lab (we did have to avoid the janitors who worked late). I was with another boy and 2 girls from the class. I went on one side while one of the girls, Stephanie, went on the other. The other boy, Phillip, flipped the switch. The transition was complete, Now it was their turn Phillip and Cynthia got in. They too switched. We were about to switch back when we heard someone coming. We had to leave quickly and weren’t able to get back to the lab later so had to live for the next day as each other. One thing I noticed immediately was how uncomfortable it was to wear a bra, I couldn’t wait to get it off. How do girls manage? That afternoon I looked at myself in the mirror (or rather looked at Stephanie's body). I had always found her cute and had even had a crush on her at one point. It was fascinating looking in the mirror and seeing a different face attached to a different body staring back at me. Especially when that body was female.

That first day in Stephanie's house was uneventful. I met her parents but nothing too strange happened. I just had to act like they were my real parents until bedtime.

 The next day at school we did the best we could at acting like each other. The most interesting part came during gym class. We had to change in the locker rooms. I had never been in the girl's locker room before but it had been a lifelong goal of mine, or at least since junior high.  I finally got to see the girls changing.  Susan McGee had a great body, I tried not to make it seem obvious I was staring as she removed her bra.  However she came right up and talked to me, right there topless! I tried my hardest to maintain eye contact. (I was also aware of the fact that I no longer had a penis because if I had I would surely have had an erection). “Uh hello”. I replied. 

“Is something wrong” she asked “you seem nervous” 

“Oh nothing” I said “just....” I trailed off. I changed as quickly as I could and got out of there and went on with the rest of my day the best that I could. 

We decided we needed to switch back. So tried again, sneaked into school late at night, but the machine jammed, stranding us in each other’s body for at least another day.  

I went home that night back to Stephanie’s house. For dinner, her parents served salad with Tomatoes, I hated tomatoes but thought she had mentioned she liked them, so in order to avoid suspicion, I had to suck it up and eat them. Another thing about the family, while my family was fairly conservative, hers was quite liberal.  I myself was a bit more I the middle on most issues. I participated in their discussion just enough to not arouse suspicion.  

Up to this point, being a girl had been fairly enjoyable (except having to wear a bra). I was about to experience the worst part of being a girl, menstrual cramps.  This was one thing I had dreaded about being a girl. 

--Stephanie's point of view-- 

I got home in John’s body. I was curious about what it was like to be a boy The one thing I wanted to experience the most was peeing standing up. So I went and it was a fascinating experience. Aiming took some practice. I missed the mark by a bit and so had to do a thorough job of cleaning up, gross!

I had always thought guys were being big babies when they were kicked in the balls. Sure it hurts but it can’t hurt that bad. Well I got to experience that and let me tell it is the most excruciating pain, worse than menstrual cramps. A school bully came up to me after school and in stead of ignoring him, I engaged, and challenged back. I couldn’t help it, he called my mom fat and I had forgotten he wasn’t even talking about my own mom but John’s.  I responded that his mom couldn’t win a beauty contest if she was competing against Frankenstein.The good part is that after about 5 minutes or so, I couldn’t really feel it anymore.  I will never laugh at guys getting kicked there again. I would also have to apologize to John if it caused any permanent damage.  

When his parents came home I greeted them, and gave them a hug, was that too much? Was it something John would do? They didn’t seem suspicious so it seemed to be fine. However, I became very cautious about what I said after that. So much so that I came off as shy, in front of who was supposed to be my family.  

What’s wrong” Mom asked “you don’t seem very talkative today, usually you tell me something about your day” (Darn had I blown my cover?) 

“Oh nothing mom”, I said. 

“I am just feeling a bit tired I guess. Maybe I should take a nap” 

"Ok honey, I will call you when dinner's ready."

With that I went upstairs to take a nap, or tried to at least. In reality I did a lot of thinking.

When it was dinner time she called me and by that time “Dad” was home. After dinner I still wasn't too talkative but we did watch TV for a while. My family liked to watch the evening news, and John's family did also for a bit, although they watched completely different news stations than my family, but then they watched some of Sci fi shows. After that I went back to bed but had a hard time going to sleep. I still very nervous about being in this body and the possibility that I might be trapped in it forever. Imagine that, being a boy forever. I don't think I could get used to that.

I went to school the next morning hoping that today I would finally get my own body back.