Swap with Carrie (NTR)

As your mind twisted and whirled through all the possibilities available, you suddenly come upon realization, a discovery of sorts. Why not hit two birds with one stone? Why not use this opportunity to have some fun and achieve one of your goals?

"Babe, I have a great plan in mind. Remember when you said you wanted for us to find our own home and settle down together?"

"Oh my!" She purred, the idea enthusing her. She had more than once prodded you towards it, wanting a life of happy marriage and kids together. To the point where you were **** to unveil the engagement ring far sooner than you had planned, your relationship developing at light speed. To which she responded that it was the second happiest day of her life, — the first being the one she met you. "So you've finally decided on moving from this place! How does the body swap come into the picture? I would assume it has something to do with it."

You smirked. "Oh, I'm not thinking of moving at all! I just have a plan to get Dave out of this place."

She froze at the mention of that name. David. Calling him her arch-nemesis was an understatement, she loathed the guy. He was your roommate before you met Carrie and embodied everything she despised. A slob and a shut-in, he spent his time on online imageboards doing God-knows-what. Describing him as an incel would be quite apt, he frequently brought up women in conversations with you: about how they were ruining the fabric of society or some other nonsense. You never really paid much attention to him during his rants.

Still, he wasn't a terrible guy. Just a social outcast. He always paid his rent and bills on time and would occasionally even hang out with you. If he'd clean up his act and stop his diatribes, he might've be able to land himself a girl. Might. Not for lack of trying from your end, hoping it would lead to his next step in life and out of this home.

Carrie still had a wry look on her face. "Well... I suppose you could throw his body under the bus. No, wait, that'd mean you'd die. Oh! How about pulling a robbery and..."

"Babe," you interrupted. "We're not going to make do anything illegal. Or kill him. In fact, we're not even get him involved in this at all! It'll just be some fun between me and you. I'll just use this opportunity to convince him to leave."

You smile. The gears were still turning in her head. Suddenly, a wave of realization washed over her face.

"But neither you nor I have been able to do that yet. And you think you can do that in my body? Are you for real? Dave's a sexist pig! If he doesn't listen to you as you are now, he definitely won't listen to you when you look like me! You should hear the shit he says on a daily basis!"

"Babe, you're overexaggerating," you say. "Yeah, he can tone down a lot of his rhetoric, but he's not a bad guy. He just needs a woman's touch. Haven't you heard that you can attract more flies with honey than vinegar? I know how guys think. A wink or two, a little flirtation, and he'll be wrapped around my finger and on his way out of here. In fact, had you been more flexible, I'm sure you could've accomplished the same."

Carrie furrowed her brows, opening her mouth, closing and opening it again, seeming wanting to get something out, before closing her mouth, — either she had conceded the point or came to the conclusion that it wasn't anything worth arguing about. Only grinding the following words through her teeth, "If you that's what you want..."

You just smiled. Carrie was always a bit too stern in her ways, even complaining to you about him whenever you left the two of them alone as you went to work. That being another plus about this whole thing, — taking a break off work for some time while your girlfriend gets some time off from having to interact with Dave.

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Later that night, after having swapped bodies, you were both getting ready for the next day. The current plan was to have Carrie attend work in your stead, —fortunately there was no project work these days, so you just had to teach her a little about the office relationships, — while you did some of the housework she was previously doing, the rest of the day being free to do whatever you pleased. Part of which involved "rehabilitating" Dave, something which she stated with venomous, scouring look. You just chuckled a little, unaware that your body was even capable of pulling that look.

Speaking of bodies, Carrie's was a thing of beauty. You never felt so soft and sensitive before, — the water tickling your skin as you took a shower. You tried to experiment a little with her body, but as soon as you accidentally mashed your newfound clitoris, a shock traveled down your feet and up your spine and your knees became weak, nearly falling over. The new experience overwhelming you momentarily and making you look forward for things to come. A good fucking being on that list. Which unfortunately wasn't going to be today. Carrie telling you in certain terms that she needed to get up early tomorrow. Though, judging by the smirk she gave you, it was her own way of punishing you for your earlier remarks. Hoping that she would calm down and be more receptive to the idea tomorrow.

Another day, another morning. When you had woken up, Carrie was already long gone. You looked over at the clock and reveled in the sensation. Who knew waking up at 10 AM was so blissful? You spent another few minutes wondering where to go from here. At first, you weren't quite serious about the whole Dave thing, it being more of an off-cuff suggestion than anything else. But it seemed like you had wounded Carrie's pride and after things go heated... well, who were you if you shied away from a challenge? Admittedly, you were quite sure how to handle this quite yet, but you figured you'd work things out on the go. Now the only question is left, how will you approach this? Will you take a more forceful approach, utilizing your demure to get Dave interested in women? Or will you be more subtle throughout the day, dropping hints and hoping he picks up on them? Endless possibilities...