Posted Wed Sep 16, 2015 | 535 Words | Tagged story chav bodyswap

I’ve been reading things like this on Amazon at the moment via Kindle Unlimited and that one inspired this a little

Sometimes living in a block of run-down flats in a run-down area was quite fun. I would always stare out of my window watching the chavs around the corner get pissed most nights. I hope they didn’t see me staring at them getting hard all of the time, especially as I couldn’t risk being beaten up by any of them and having to take time off work. I work as a lawyer, but with very little money and only just getting a job I had to get a place in this dump.

I needed to pop to the shop for a couple bits, unfortunately it was quite dark so hopefully I would be left alone.

“Oi Mate,” oh no, it was the one I liked the most out of the group.

He came up to me, pretty full of himself like always. All I wanted to do was to avoid getting a boner and end up with my head in a ditch.

“You’re the fuckin tosser in those flats always starin’ at me and me mates arent’cha?”

I tried to ignore him but I was just stunned into silence. Taking my silence as a yes, he grinned gleefully and pushed me around into an alleyway and then put him arms on either side of the wall, blocking my escape. Then when he was happy with the amount of fear he had put into me, he grabbed my hands and put them into his trackies and felt his penis.

“You like that don’tcha, you filfthy fucker?”

I had to grin at this point and he seemed quite happy I actually gave a response this time and then pulled him trousers down and then pushed my head towards his dick. I started to suck his dick, loving the smell and the taste of it. I was over the moon with happiness at the moment and I just hoped it would last.

Then he came into my mouth and I don’t remember what else happened. All I remember was his grin that whatever he did worked and all I could see was black.

I awoke in someone else’s bed, in fact he was there next to me. I got up and looked in the mirror, I was dressed in clothes just like his. A pair of trackies and a tank top. My hair had been shaved at some point in the night and I was sure the shape of my face was different. My voice was different too.

“Awake are you mate?” He called out,

“Yeah mate, just got up” I replied. I was shocked at copying his accent.

“Betcha’ wondering how you look like that ey? Well I got some pills and that so I swapped your body with me mate’s. Proper fancied him and that but he didn’t want any of it and I was the only one who knew about’cha spying on us and all”

“Fuckin’ hell, this is all real?”

“’Course it fukin is?”

I grinned and was pleased to see the dumb smile. I think I’d be staying here for a while.