My Body Was Stolen At The Beach

Summer vacation is upon us! Last year my friend group wasn’t able to get together at all, so we decided back then to plan to get together for a week this year. We ultimately decided on a beach trip. We chose one of those beaches where they have camping spots and rented out a private section. That way we could party all we wanted without disturbing anyone else. So the day arrives, and we stuff five different vehicles with everything we could possibly need. After about two hours of driving, we finally made it and began to unload everything. There was quite a bit to do setup-wise, so like a group of totally well-put-together men, we divided up tasks and began to race each other to see who could finish their tasks first. I was in charge of setting up all the tents, one for each of us and an extra one for all the extra gear and food. So in total, I had to put up seven tents, and if you’ve ever put up a tent before, you know that if you have no idea what you’re doing, it’ll never go up. So I was the last to finish up my tasks, my punishment was I was now the keeper of our tiny village.

So if the group had to go somewhere far off for some reason, I was to stay behind and watch our stuff. This didn’t bother me at all, pretty much the only reason anyone would be leaving the camp was to do some quick shopping or go out to order some takeout. Which is what happened almost immediately after assigning me to the camp. The group was going to head out and order a ton of pizzas and grab a truckload of beer. So while they jumped into one of the cars like it was a clown car, I rummaged through our stuff to find the stereo set we brought. I began to set it all up, hooking them up to some solar panels so they would begin to charge. After that, I looked around and gathered a few stones and placed them into a circle, then filled the circle with wood and lit it up. After that, I just chilled by the fire keeping it alive. While I was sitting there poking the fire with a random cool-looking stick I found, a ball came flying into our camp, and not long after the ball came a very busty woman wearing a tight one-piece swimsuit.

She apologized for the intrusion, and we began chatting. She asked me if I was alone, to which I told her about my friends being out to get some food and other stuff. To my surprise, she seemed very happy about that. She began getting very flirty with me, even coming over and caressing parts of my body. After a few minutes, we were making out. She stopped kissing me and looked down at my dick, which of course was very aroused at this point. She took me by the hand, and led me into one of the tents, she pushed me onto the ground and pulled my swim trunks off. She placed them next to me and began to remove her own swimsuit, and damn was her body fine without anything covering it. She tossed her swimsuit out of the tent for some reason, and that’s when we began kissing again. She placed a stone on my stomach, saying it was some local good luck charm, and then we began to have sex.

That part went exactly as you can guess, we go at it like wild animals until we come close to our climax. As I was about to climax she began to do some dirty talk, she kept asking me If I loved her body and if I wanted to cum in it. I was really into it and told her, yes, I wanted to cum in her body. After saying that, the stone began to glow, and in the next instant I was staring down at myself, my body suddenly exploding with this crazy pleasure, with a mixture of our cum getting all over me. The girl, presumably in my body, pulled out quickly and put on my bathing suit. The shock of suddenly watching my body along with the crazy new senators I was feeling left me completely paralyzed as my body fled from the scene. Not long after that, my friends had returned, making quite the commotion. One of them noticed this girl's swimsuit outside my tent and the group started praising me for already hooking up with a girl. I realized I had to tell them what happened, so they could help me.

That’s when I realized I was naked, and the only clothes for this body was a swimsuit, and it was outside, with a large group of guys, who would love nothing more than to see a hot naked girl. I poked my head out embarrassed, and asked one of them to toss me the swimsuit. They of course did exactly what I expected and tried to get me to come out naked, but eventually one of them tossed it to me. I returned to the tent and began to slip it up, it was very tight and hugged every part of my body.

Which also made me so much more aware of my new assets, including my new leaking womanhood. I exited the tent and immediately received a bunch of comments like “hot damn”, but those comments quickly stopped when they realized I was the only one in the tent. They began to ask me where I was, so I began to explain what had just happened. They didn’t believe me at first, believing that it was a prank from the real me, but I kept trying to convince them. I even told them to ask me anything, and I would answer it.

They asked me a ton of very personal questions, and I answered them all correctly. That’s when they finally believed me, they also started to panic a bit, after all, what were any of us supposed to do now? Half the group decided to go scour the beach and see if they could find my body, dragging it back by force if they had to. The other half sat with me, they tried at first to be supportive, but that quickly changed as the questions rolled in. Things like, how does it feel to be a woman, is it weird, can I touch those massive tits, do you realize how hot that body is. I answered a few questions and shot daggers into the friend trying to get his hands on my tits. Honestly, though, it was weird, I was so small now, at least when it came to height and muscles, and my back was a bit sore, due to these massive breasts. Plus the fact that I was no longer packing downstairs left some sort of empty feeling. After about an hour the other half of our group returns, having had no luck finding my old body. It seems it really took off after our exchange. Several ideas were passed around about what to do, like calling the cops.

We decided there was no point, they’d probably think it was a prank, and either ignore or arrest us. There wasn’t anything we could do about it right now. The group asked me if I wanted to pack up and leave, but I decided I wouldn’t let this ruin our trip. Plus maybe being here will lead to my body returning, at the very least we were more likely to find it around here, than if we left. So we began the party and got drunk, all while eating cold pizza and making smores. Sometime after we all passed out, and I was sleeping in my text, I was woken up by someone walking outside my tent. When I unzipped it to see what was going on, there was no one there. Instead, there was a large bag.

Curiously I pulled it into my tent and began to go through it. Inside was a bunch of clothes, car keys, a phone and a wallet. The clothes were all women's clothes and seemed to be about this body’s size. This led me to believe this bag belonged to this girl. So I opened the wallet to look for some sort of identification, which was in there. The name on it was Marcy Mayday, and she was the same age as my old body, twenty-two. The address on the identification card was also from the same town where I go to college. There was a pretty good chance we went to the same college. After the week of our trip ended, I was able to find the car these keys went to, which was a bright red convertible. I drove myself back to her address and began to look around her house for any sort of clues as to why she stole my body. I had no luck, everything in the house was completely normal. I used my phone to call some of my friends, who had gone to my old house, to see if the body snatcher had shown up to take over my life.

But they hadn’t, it seemed like my body had completely vanished, leaving me stuck inside this busty body. That’s when I remembered the other phone, the one that came into the bag, I pulled it out and turned it on. The facial recognition kicked in and unlocked the phone for me. I looked through recent calls and messages, I found nothing that you wouldn’t expect from a girl like this. I spent hours looking through everything on the phone just for some sort of clue. I ended up opening notes, it was filled with stuff for her college classes. At the bottom however was a page titled, new owner. The first line was simply an apology for dumping this body onto me. She claimed she’s always hated this body, and always dreamed of being a man. So when she was given a stone that could swap the bodies of two people having sex, she knew she had to use it right away. She described her plan, exactly as it happened. Find a male with a decent body, who was alone, steal his body, and disappear.

She had set up a go bag, filled with a ton of cash and everything she’d need to start a life elsewhere. The note had a ton of info listed in it about my new life, including passwords and emails to everything. The last sentence in the note was that there would be no point in looking for my old body. It said she planned to destroy the stone, that way we couldn’t swap back. I read this and immediately fell onto the floor, crying. It seems like I’d have to get used to this body, I would be spending the rest of my life in it. Perhaps with time things will feel normal again. Maybe I could get used to this body, although I know it’s only a matter of time before my friends start hitting on me. Next year's beach trip might end up being awkward.