Part 1

Flip, flap, thwack, slap.

Tina’s boyfriend Robert is tapping that fat ass silly. Her face is buried in a pillow, she squeals like a fucking pig, ass in the air.

Their squishy fuck sounds broadcasted for all to hear. The headboard thumps the wall, the bed springs squeak as their bodies clap. Tina carries on like a goddamn shameless slut with her whorish moans.

The noise reverberates through the house. Bobby grunts as he empties his ball sack inside of his round little slut.

His mother Vickie is downstairs listening to their muffled romp from above. Sipping her last glass of Chardonnay, her legs crossed under lamp light. She kicks her foot impatiently.

“Ugh, I wish that little whore would leave already.”

It is getting late after all.

Upstairs Tina scurries around bumping into shit while gathering her belongings. She fastens her bra, she straightens her trashy little dress.

Who in the fuck goes out dressed like that on a Thursday night?

Tina Marie, that’s who!

“Shit, I can’t find my panties!”

“Whatever babe, you better leave. My mom is gonna be pissed.”

Tina throws up her hands.

“Oh well, no panties, I guess.”

Just a typical night at the Anderson residence. Bobby bringing his floozy girlfriend back to the house to get some pussy on a weeknight.

His parents give him shit about it all the time.

“What are you gonna do if you get that little whore pregnant?”

“Chill Mom, Tina is on the pill.”

They are all adults, he tells himself.

Bobby is laid with a moist deflating cock, already snoring away before Tina leaves the room.

She stumbles down the stairs. Not her first rodeo, she sees herself to the door.

Her hair is tangled and twisted. Her bare, well-fucked cunt hangs in the breeze beneath her skirt, slick with Bobby’s cum.

She sees Vickie at the bottom of the staircase, a scowl upon her face.

“Ugh, this bitch hates me.”

“Of course she does dummy, you just fucked her son!”

Their paths cross as she is headed out the door.

“Isn’t it time you go home, missy?”

Tina rolls her eyes and steps past Bobby’s disapproving mother.

The woman is tall, lean and fierce. Tina locks eyes with Vickie with her hand on the door knob, she does not flinch.

“To hell with this snooty bitch.”

Lightning flashes, thunder booms. It shakes the house and the sound rolls for miles outside.

Their pupils illuminate and for a second they are off in some other place.

Face to face, eyeball to eyeball, they see inside of each other in a flash, in the blink of an eye.

“What in the the hell just happened?”

Strange happenings between the two of them, and they both feel it.

The two women speak to each other in a hypnotic daze.

“Well I guess I better be leaving now, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Drive careful out there, Tina. This weather is horrendous.”

An unexplained confusion between them, an uneasy feeling.

Vickie closes the door as Tina hurries down the driveway in the pouring rain.

The following morning Vickie is snoozing away in bed. Her ass poking out from beneath the sheets. Slobber running out of the corner of her mouth onto the pillow.

Her eyes open suddenly to the sound of frantic banging, an urgent knock at the door.

She is in a strange place.

“Where the fuck am I?”

More banging, she answers in a fog.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Hold your horses!”

She wraps her naked body in the bedsheets and hurries to the door of this strange place she has found herself.

Her head is spinning. Everything is a blur.

Bang, bang, bang

She finds the door. She slings it open.

“What in the hell?”

Vickie stands and looks at the figure at the door.

She cannot believe her eyes.

She finds herself face to face with herself.

Her eyes wide, her mouth hung open, she stares into her own face in disbelief.

“What is this? What is happening?”

“Something terrible has happened Mrs. Anderson.”

“Who are you? Are you my twin?”

“Mrs. Anderson, it’s me, Tina.”

With a look of dread.

“This is not real, this is a dream. This is not real.”

“I think we switched bodies, Mrs. Anderson.”

Vickie attempts to shut the door on herself but she pushes inside.

“Mrs. Anderson, this is my apartment.”

“But you are me.”

Vickie is panicked, she slaps herself.

“This is not happening. We need to wake up.”

The two women tussle.

“Mrs. Anderson, stop it! Look in the fucking mirror!”

A gaze upon the mirror and her world crashes down. The reflection staring back at her.

“No, no, this is not possible.”

“This is not happening.”

She let the bedsheets fall to the floor examining her new body and the realization that something was terribly wrong.

She felt it all over.

A set of triple D knockers and a big ol’ butt reflected back.

“Oh my god, I’m a fat-assed slut.”

She exclaims.

She looked to her former self.

Tina inside, tears rolling down her cheeks like a child.

“What are we gonna do Mrs. Anderson? What are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know Tina. Let me think for a fucking minute!”

Moments pass as she collects herself.

“We have to pretend like everything is normal. Until we figure out how to fix this. Until we find a way to switch back.”

“So I need to keep living with Bobby and Mr. Anderson?”

“Yes Tina, but we are going to have to set some ground rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yes Tina, rules.”

“Okay.”

“Now listen carefully, Tina.”

Stay tuned…