Part Swap - The Party - Henry

Fuck yeah! Being a girl is great! And this body is tight. I flexed my bare buttocks and felt my firm thighs jiggle slightly. There is no way I would normally have the confidence to walk around naked, but man, this wasn’t my body.

I scratched one of my boobs as I strutted past a small group of partygoers. A girl stared at me in shock, her mouth open wide. I smirked at her as I passed -- I actually had to look up at her! I was so damn short now! This body couldn’t have been more than 5 foot 4 in heels. And I wasn’t wearing heels.

I don’t know why girls don’t strut around naked at parties more! Everybody loves a naked girl! Plus they don’t need to worry about showing off having a small dick or anything like that, it’s all just flat and gorgeous. Speaking off, I gave my new pussy a sneaky little rub as I skipped down some stairs. It was wet and tingly. I quickly dropped my hand as I saw more people staring at me though, I suppose there were limits even to what girls could get away with at parties.

I made my way down, stepping over people as I walked. It felt so funny to be walking with these tiny black girl feet, with my little toes painted in white nail polish. I felt fit and flexible as I squeezed myself over and around groups of chatting partygoers. I could feel all eyes on me as I passed each group. I liked it that way. For once I could earn stares and gasps as I went along, rather than just being ignored.

I suppose I would have gotten plenty of gasps if I’d walked around naked in my own body, but it would’ve been much more judgemental and disgusted, I’m sure. Plus who has the confidence to strut around naked in their own body? Especially one like mine -- I knew I could get away with it now though, because this body was fine. I was hooot! Who wouldn’t want to see me naked?

I was pushing my way through a group of huge guys and really tall girls when I felt somebody grab my bum and help themselves to a squeeze.

“HEY!” I said, spinning around. “Not cool!”

Three guys and a girl stared back at me. “What?” one of them said. “What are you doing?”

“Some arsehole just groped me!”

“It was probably just somebody brushing past.” one of the guys said. He looked a bit creepy, I bet it was him.

“For god’s sake put some clothes on.” the girl sighed. She kind of looked a little uppity, out of place at a party like this, where everybody was cool and wild, like me.

I huffed with my new little lungs and marched away. 

Two shots later I was standing at the kitchen bar and wobbling. It seemed like my new body couldn’t quite handle it’s booze as well as my old one had -- which made sense, I only weighed about a third as much. I was getting a little cold -- the dark nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers on top of my boobs. My boobs! Hah! That was something I still wasn’t used to. I had this gorgeous fit girl’s body all to myself. I grabbed the boobs in my new small hands and jiggled them about. A voice came from behind me.

“Damn girl! What happened to your clothes!”

I spun around. It was a frat boy and his two friends, they towered over me in this form.

“Oh shit! What the fuck? You’re a guy?”

“Yeah, but only from the neck up!” I laughed. 

“Holy smokes man, that’s awesome! Can I have a feel?”

“Ahhhhh…” I froze. “Nooooo…”

“Why not? It’s not your body!”

“I-- Well, I can still feel it!” I might be drunk, but I didn’t want some guy feeling me up. At least not while I was attached to this body! Luckily one of the other frat boys had found a mostly full bottle of vodka and clapped his mate on the back with a big meaty hand.

“Shots lad! Let’s do shots off her body!”

“Yeah! Lay down on the counter! Does anybody have some salt?”

That sounded like a much better idea! I jumped up on the kitchen counter, marvelling at how light and agile this new body was. It was also small! I could lay down on the counter with my legs completely stretched out and still fit. Plus, even though I could feel my back and bum getting a bit sticky and gross from all the spilt drinks and food that had accumulated there over the night, I wasn’t the one who was going to have to clean it! I’d take my head off when I got bored of being naked and dump this body on a bed somewhere for somebody else to deal with.

The guys came over with three shot glasses and a salt shaker. I lay my head back, feeling kind of dizzy, vaguely wondering why I didn’t get a shot glass as well?

The main frat boy put the glasses down on my belly and chest and poured the drinks. The damn bastard spilt some of the vodka, making me shiver as I felt it drip down into my belly button… and between my legs. I ran between that crack girl’s have above their vagina hole… to have liquid dripping in a place that unnatural was really really strange. I hardly felt the lines of salt shake on me though, so that was something.

Wait… was he putting the salt on me?

“Woo! Okay! Ready boys?”

“Hang on a tick! Let me fix this…”

Suddenly somebody’s shirt was thrown over my head, covering up my male face but leaving the hot girl’s body exposed.

“Hey!” I tried to say, sitting up slightly. But one of the guy’s pushed my back down.

“Don’t move! You’ll spill the shots!”

“Bottoms up!”

I felt a commotion on my stomach and chest as three guys tried to pick up the drinks off my body with their mouths. They lent down low, putting their hands all over me. Dammit! This wasn’t fun at all!

“SALT!”

A moment later a tongue licked my midriff, right across my belly button. Another licked my right boob, and a third still caught me just above my new vagina. Eww! Jesus!

“Hey! Gross! Don’t do that!” My voice sounded kind of high pitched as I squealed. It was still my voice, but was I missing my adams apple or something at the neck level?

I sat up with a start, almost falling over as I scrambled off the counter and pushed the guys back. Everything spun around me. This body was so damn drunk! And I’d only had two shots myself!

“What the hell, man!” I shouted up to the lead frat boy.

“We just did shots off you! What did you think that meant?” he said, seeming genuinely confused.

I was about to yell at him again, but a shout from behind interrupted me.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND’S BODY!”

I spun in surprise and found myself staring face to chest with a towering beast of a man. He was red in the face, whether from alcohol or fury I couldn’t tell. And he was glowering at me. I mean really letting me have it with his eyes. 

“Don’t hurt my body!” came a smaller voice from behind him. It was the black girl! She hadn’t put her head on my body though -- she was being carried in the arms of another girl who looked kind of uncomfortable. I wondered what had happened to my body then? I kinda just assumed she’d take it.

“I’LL ONLY HIT HIS FUCKING FACE!” screamed the giant dude. Judging by his everything I could tell he meant it. Time to scram.

“Sorry for the misunderstanding, I’ll just head back to my own body…” I said as I backed away. He wasn’t having any of that though. He grabbed me by the shoulder and raised his fist. That’s not good! I wriggled but couldn’t escape his grasp. This body was so weak! He was so huge!

“Hol up hol up!” a voice nearby called out.

My saviour! The frat boy and his friends strode towards up confidently. Lead frat boy squeezed himself between me and the giant, putting an open palm on his chest in a peace making gesture, while his two friends flanked us, ready to jump in.

“You can’t hit him like that! It’s not fair, he’s a girl!”

“Yeah, I’m a girl!” I chimed in. 

“Oh fuck off.” said the giant dude. “It’s a guy and you know it. And he has been fucking around with my girlfriend’s body!”

“Oh no no no, I’m not saying you can’t have a fight. It just has to be fair!”

“Wot?”

“It’s just not a fair fight right now, you all huge and him all tiny and feminine. We’ve got to even that out, then you can beat the shit out of him all you like.”

“Yeah!” I said. “Wait, what?”

“Put him back on his own body first, you mean?”

“Oooorrrr…” the lead frat boy reached out to the side and one of his bro’s passed him the laser saw. 

“We put you on a girl’s body as well.”

“Maybe the same one?”