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My flatmate Trisha down the hall had decided she was going to become an Instagram model. "It would be a shame not to make the most of my good looks." she would say. So recently we saw her walking around a variety of dresses and hairdos which was odd because she always seemed quite a tomboy before.

  This afternoon I heard some shouts of frustration coming from her room. "Are you alright in there?" I asked as I walked past her door.
  "Um, Gregg, actually, could you come in and give me a hand with something?" she asked. She was seated at her vanity mirror fiddling with her hair. "Could you just get behind me and help me with this hairdo? Here put that strand under the left one, and pull the left strand tight, oh no obviously pin that one first, oh no that's the wrong left strand, now you have to undo it and start again, no don't undo that one, oh no you're making a total mess, I wish I could get back there and do it myself." As soon as she said that magic word one of the rocks in her crystal collection started glowing. It was so bright it made me blink.

  I opened my eyes and something was off about the perspective, and it felt like I was sitting. "What the hell!" I said in a high squeaky voice while the wrong lips in the mirror mouthed the words, Trisha's pretty little lips.
  "Whoa." croaked Trisha from my body behind me. "I always believed crystals had power but not this much." she or is that he said. But as soon as Trisha looked at the back of her or is it now my head, the expression on my old face changed from shock to determination. "Oh I can see what is happening back here now, just sit still and we will have it done in no time. And top groping my breasts you perv." The breasts felt so nice and squishy and sensitive but after being scolded I placed my dainty hands demurely on my lap while resisting the urge to explore the tender emptiness between my smooth legs, the fabric of the dress felt so thin and flimsy, I felt exposed. While Trisha arranged the blonde hair into an elaborate bouquet on the back of our head. Then did our makeup.

  So then when I was all prettied up I put on her stiletto heels and we went around the town and the parks modelling for her camera. Gregg (we were trying to use our swapped names in public) said "Wow, you take so much more naturally to possing and modelling than I did. I used to spend ages trying to imitate posses from photos and it would still look awkward. But you just slink between all the most seductive poses and look so natural and stunning. It's so much easier styling and lining up photos with someone else doing the modelling. You were teetering on those stilettos a lot at first and leaning on my arm all the time but now you are prowling around in them like a veteran, much more graceful than I ever was. You make me look hot!".
  That made me break my pouting pose and smile and blush "Maybe we should make this a regular thing out of this, you do the styling and photography while I model your body for you." said I. After exhausting locations and poses we retired back to the flat and tried seeing whether any of our other flatmates would notice anything odd about us that evening. There was a couple of funny looks but they did not say anything. We went back to "Trisha's" bedroom "Do you think that crystal will swap us back if we make another wish?" I asked.
  "I don't know, anything you want to do before we try?" Trisha asked with my husky voice. I lent in and slipped this tongue into my old mouth. I felt large hands go all over my sensitive little body while my little hands stroked strong firm muscles. I was then thrown on the bed while I heard a belt unbuckle and a pair of trousers hit the floor. My old body then climbed on top of me and squeezed these tender tits. I then felt hands lift the skirt of my dress and felt a meaty rod push into a sensitive opening I had not explored before. We banged, shafting this little pussy many times that night.

  A few months later now and our model shoots had some success so Gregg is now a professional photographer and stylist while I am his favourite model, we are getting used to our swapped names and pronouns now, we never did try swapping back. My modellings doing great too, but it's a good thing his career is doing well because there might be a little pause in my modelling career as when we had just swapped bodies we completely forgot about contraception and just kept on banging. I should look up how big the market is for pregnant models.

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My flatmate Trisha down the hall had decided she was going to become an Instagram model. "It would be a shame not to make the most of my good looks." she would say. So recently we saw her walking around a variety of dresses and hairdos which was odd because she always seemed quite a tomboy before.

  This afternoon I heard some shouts of frustration coming from her room. "Are you alright in there?" I asked as I walked past her door.
  "Um, Gregg, actually, could you come in and give me a hand with something?" she asked. She was seated at her vanity mirror fiddling with her hair. "Could you just get behind me and help me with this hairdo? Here put that strand under the left one, and pull the left strand tight, oh no obviously pin that one first, oh no that's the wrong left strand, now you have to undo it and start again, no don't undo that one, oh no you're making a total mess, I wish I could get back there and do it myself." As soon as she said that magic word one of the rocks in her crystal collection started glowing. It was so bright it made me blink.

  I opened my eyes and something was off about the perspective, and it felt like I was sitting. "What the hell!" I said in a high squeaky voice while the wrong lips in the mirror mouthed the words, Trisha's pretty little lips.
  "Whoa." croaked Trisha from my body behind me. "I always believed crystals had power but not this much." she or is that he said. But as soon as Trisha looked at the back of her or is it now my head, the expression on my old face changed from shock to determination. "Oh I can see what is happening back here now, just sit still and we will have it done in no time. And top groping my breasts you perv." The breasts felt so nice and squishy and sensitive but after being scolded I placed my dainty hands demurely on my lap while resisting the urge to explore the tender emptiness between my smooth legs, the fabric of the dress felt so thin and flimsy, I felt exposed. While Trisha arranged the blonde hair into an elaborate bouquet on the back of our head. Then did our makeup.

  So then when I was all prettied up I put on her stiletto heels and we went around the town and the parks modelling for her camera. Gregg (we were trying to use our swapped names in public) said "Wow, you take so much more naturally to possing and modelling than I did. I used to spend ages trying to imitate posses from photos and it would still look awkward. But you just slink between all the most seductive poses and look so natural and stunning. It's so much easier styling and lining up photos with someone else doing the modelling. You were teetering on those stilettos a lot at first and leaning on my arm all the time but now you are prowling around in them like a veteran, much more graceful than I ever was. You make me look hot!".
  That made me break my pouting pose and smile and blush "Maybe we should make this a regular thing out of this, you do the styling and photography while I model your body for you." said I. After exhausting locations and poses we retired back to the flat and tried seeing whether any of our other flatmates would notice anything odd about us that evening. There was a couple of funny looks but they did not say anything. We went back to "Trisha's" bedroom "Do you think that crystal will swap us back if we make another wish?" I asked.
  "I don't know, anything you want to do before we try?" Trisha asked with my husky voice. I lent in and slipped this tongue into my old mouth. I felt large hands go all over my sensitive little body while my little hands stroked strong firm muscles. I was then thrown on the bed while I heard a belt unbuckle and a pair of trousers hit the floor. My old body then climbed on top of me and squeezed these tender tits. I then felt hands lift the skirt of my dress and felt a meaty rod push into a sensitive opening I had not explored before. We banged, shafting this little pussy many times that night.

  A few months later now and our model shoots had some success so Gregg is now a professional photographer and stylist while I am his favourite model, we are getting used to our swapped names and pronouns now, we never did try swapping back. My modellings doing great too, but it's a good thing his career is doing well because there might be a little pause in my modelling career as when we had just swapped bodies we completely forgot about contraception and just kept on banging. I should look up how big the market is for pregnant models.