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Johnny B. Brenda ----------------- Disclaimer: No one and nothing in this story is real. If you have any questions or like my story, tell me at [email protected], k? -------- Synopsis -------- Johnny hates his workmate Brenda. He's given the chance to do something about it when he's suddenly in her body. ----------- "She did it again! That bitch!" Johnny was fuming. He couldn't sit down any more and his buddy watched him pace around in their section of the office. "Whoa Johnny, what is it now? Brenda again?" Mike asked, somewhat amused. "That's right! She keeps taking all my leads, man," Johnny seethed, "I work hard for these, but she just swipes 'em. How am I supposed to get my commission tier bonus this way, huh Mike?" Mike shrugged, amused but feeling a little sorry for his friend. "Now I can't take Jill to that concert, and I won't be able to impress Irene with that trip to Las Vegas!" He looked seriously distraught over the situation. "Two girls, Johnny?" Mike raised his eyebrow. Johnny managed a smirk, "I can't help being a player, man, but Brenda's really hurting my game here!" A face walked by that Johnny recognized, "Hi guys, having fun?" Brenda smiled as she walked past the two to her desk. Johnny's face was passive; he wanted to confront her, but without any real evidence it would go nowhere. He looked over to his friend. "Why are you smiling?" He swatted Mike's arm. "What, man? She's still kind of hot," Mike offered. Johnny rolled his eyes. "For a 30-year old saleslady she's alright." Mike just looked at him. "Why don't you report her?" "Look," Johnny fumed again, "she's the bitch, not me. Besides, report her to Linda? That feminist bitch? She's gonna fire me instead just for talking about another woman! I'm gonna find some way to get back at Brenda, and wipe that little smug face off her...face." He slumped into his chair as Mike chuckled and turned back to his desk. --------------------- That night, as Johnny walked down the hallway of his apartment building, still mad about earlier in the day, he felt his shoe kick something. Looking down, he saw a small figure. "What's this thing?" Noticing it looked rather clean, he picked it up and inspected it. It was a small wooden figure, hand painted, and carved into the image of a woman. Then he noticed that there was a backside too, and it had the image of a man carved into it. Briefly, he wondered if someone had lost it, and thought about placing it back on the floor, but instead stuck it in his pocket and kept walking. Had he inspected further, he would have noticed the message carved along the edge separating the man and woman, and might have been wary, but he was too hungry, and so the warning remained unheeded. After dinner, Johnny felt amazingly tired. It was only 9pm, but he felt he could drop at any moment. He was confused, but thought it must be from having eaten, and maybe from being mad all day. Remembering being mad made him mad again though, and he shuffled over to his bed, not even bothering to change clothes, and dropped face first into it as he muttered. "Brenda...revenge...get...revenge..." In his pocket, the figurine warmed up, and a soft glow could be seen from outside the pocket. Johnny was too tired to notice. --------------------- That night Johnny was wracked with strange dreams, swirls of color and bodies floating in a sea of lights. He woke with a start, and covered with sweat. He wiped a hand on his now naked body and felt it. It was a bit clammy, and he glanced at the clock, deciding he had enough time to shower. Dragging his body out of bed, it was slowly occurring to him that he had no idea where he was walking, but his body made it to the bathroom. As the water hit his body, he finally opened his eyes from the squint he had them in. He started registering feelings of water hitting his body in odd places, and as his eyes scanned the interior of the tub, he realized he wasn't in his own bathroom. "Wha?" His eyes opened wide as he looked around quickly, and as he did so he felt a strange weight on his chest swinging with him. Looking down, he saw a pair of breasts! Nice, C-cup breasts, but they were on his body! "AHHHHHH!" He almost fell in the tub, and jumped out to look in the mirror, trying not to breathe too fast. "Ah shit Brenda! I'm sorry!" He turned away thinking he had somehow seen Brenda naked in the bathroom of wherever he was, but he realized the image had done the same thing as he did. He turned back to the image, and realized it was mimicking him. "AH!" He startled himself again, before it kicked in that the reflection was of his own body. He was Brenda! "Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." He tried to calm himself down and assess the situation. He walked around the apartment, still dripping wet, and guessed he was probably in Brenda's apartment. Somehow he had taken over her body. Eventually he found her purse and looked inside and found her ID, confirming it. Gathering himself, he walked back into the bathroom, and noticed Brenda's body. "Damn, bitch ain't half bad." He said, noticing how weird his speech was coming out of her mouth. He looked down, and noticed that she trimmed herself nicely. As he touched down below, he felt a twitch of pleasure shoot through him. Johnny realized he had an excellent opportunity and hopped into the shower. Two orgasms later, Johnny as Brenda felt amazing, but then it occurred to him - how long would he be stuck in this body? Was he actually in her body, or had his body somehow become hers? It was during this time that he felt memories of his dream surge through his mind. His body, floating through the others, merging with Brenda's as a voice boomed, "For a period of one year you will have your time. Do what you will but beware..." He could remember the voice saying something else, but he couldn't recall what it was. Probably he shouldn't get this body killed at least. Who knows if he'd die too; plus he wasn't really out to murder Brenda exactly either. So one year, he thought. That's a long time. He started freaking out a little bit before he reasoned himself into just rolling with it for now and figuring things out later. He wondered how he would find something to wear in her place, never having been here before, or dressed up in women's clothing, but his body seemed to know what to do. There were apparently Brenda's memories stuffed in her brain still, helping him along, and before he knew it he looked more or less how Brenda usually did, in her black blouse and skirt, brown hair in a bun and modest black heels. Kind of bitchy, Johnny thought as he laughed, watching Brenda laugh in the mirror with him. --------------------- At work, Johnny felt paranoid. He was sure someone would think something was off, but it wasn't happening. Everyone treated him just as they would Brenda. He did his best to do his Brenda impression as well. As he walked passed Mike, he greeted him, "Hi Mike." Mike predictably gave his goofy smile and responded back, but caught him off guard with the next question, "have you seen Johnny?" That's right, he thought. Where did his body go? Johnny had no idea. He stood there blankly for a few moments, before catching himself and quickly saying, "I don't know, I haven't seen him." He walked off quickly, before Mike thought something seemed suspicious. Mike just looked at her strangely before shrugging and going back to work. What was he going to say about his own self? He didn't want people to think he had died, he was going to come back in a year, after all. He hoped they wouldn't fire him at least, when he came back. Then he realized what would work, and quickly wrote a note in Johnny's own handwriting. Then he headed back to Mike, and waited for him to return. Mike walked back from the restroom to find Brenda waiting for him. "What's up, Brenda?" he tried to say casually. "I found this note on Johnny's desk, seems he had some kind of crazy emergency. I hope he's alright, but I guess it'll be easier for me!" Johnny responded, hoping that he kept her character right. Mike opened the note which read: I just found out I had a rare cancer, and I have to get it treated in Thailand. It was an emergency and I had no time to tell anyone else before leaving, but I left some leads for you before heading to the airport. Take care Mike - I'll be back in a year probably. -Johnny Mike was too flabbergasted to question the logic of everything, which is exactly what Johnny was praying for. Hopefully now he'd tell the boss who'd just mark him as sick for a while. Another relief, in addition to what he discovered this morning. He had decided to drive by his own actual apartment before going to work, to see what became of his body. He used his secret spare key he kept hidden near the door, and looked around. It was totally empty, which gave him a huge sigh of relief. He was worried about the worst case scenario - that Brenda was in his own body as well. But it seems his body was missing, and Brenda was nowhere to be found. Perhaps in the sea of bodies he saw in his dream, he thought. Johnny was trying to keep up appearances, and spent the day doing Brenda's work, eating lunch with her friends, and generally trying to make everything look normal. That afternoon though, he had a realization: this was his opportunity to get revenge! He could laze off, and waste time, hurting her reputation and helping him out when he returned. Then he had an even more evil realization; he could get her fired! If she wasn't even working here anymore then it wouldn't matter. He could quit sure, but he wanted to make sure Brenda left the company on bad terms. If he just slacked off though, he figured his feminist boss would probably let Brenda do whatever she wanted anyways, so his plan had to make sure that his boss Linda would hate Brenda. What would make Linda really hate Brenda? He didn't want to do anything illegal, because he didn't want to spend any time in jail in Brenda's body. He thought about it, and then had an idea. Linda would probably hate Brenda if she wasn't the ice queen bitch that Johnny thought she was; like say, if Brenda was a massive bimbo slut! He decided to come in tomorrow dressed up just slutty enough not to be sent home, and make sure Brenda starts getting a bit of a reputation. --------------------- For someone who was an ice queen like Brenda she sure owned a lot of slutty clothes, Johnny thought. Maybe to tease all the guys all the time, he figured. Well, today he'd really give them a tease. He found the shortest skirt he could find in her closet, a white top hidden in the back of her drawer that showed off Brenda's midriff and barely covered her breasts, and of course no underwear. He did his best to do her makeup very heavily. He made Brenda look like the whores he'd seen in nightclubs. Excited to see how much he'd be able to tease the guys, he checked out Brenda's body in the mirror. It turned him on a little bit, giving him two forms of excitement for today. Johnny wasted no time once he got in, flirting with the first guy he came across. It definitely made an impact, just as he wanted it to, but what he didn't expect was the rush it gave him. He didn't think it was strange, getting a rush from teasing a man, but he didn't think about it at all really. He had gotten caught up in the flow, and it was taking him out of control. The first day he was merely flirting, and of course refused to do any work. By just the second day, though, he had cornered the mailroom boy and felt up his dick through his pants. The endorphin rush was just too much for him to handle, and he was looking forward to his encounters with the males in the office. Another thing he hadn't counted on was how little their boss, Linda, seemed to notice. The other women in the office had definitely started giving her dirty looks, and she always ate lunch alone now, but Linda seemed to be doing her best to not even acknowledge that Brenda was dressed differently. "I just need people to talk about me more. What can I do?" He thought about it for a moment, and knew who would definitely talk about it if Brenda were to hit on him, "Mike!" Mike had just finished taking a call at his desk when he got a surprise, "Hey Mike, how are things?" "Oh, Brenda? Hi! Uhm, I'm fine! How are you?" Mike flashed a goofy smile, and Johnny knew he'd be easy to play. He felt a rush of pleasure run through Brenda's body as he stepped closer to Mike. "Without Johnny here, I bet you've been all lonely lately..." Mike was startled at the sudden closeness of his crush. "I'm- what? Yeah, uh, it's cool. I hope he's fine." Johnny lowered his eyes, "At least one of you is fine." --------------------- "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" It didn't take long for Mike to cum, and Johnny knew it wouldn't. After all, he was pretty good at jacking himself off. Leaving Mike to clean himself up in the men's stall, he whispered to him, "I hope you'll remember this for a long time, sugar." Mike nodded dumbfounded, as Johnny chuckled to himself at the cheesy line. As he left, not bothering to check if anyone saw Brenda leave the men's room, he realized that it didn't bother him that he just jacked off his friend. Even stranger to him is that thinking about that didn't freak him out. "Must be this body," he thought, "all that pent up sexuality she had from being a bitch is leaking out, heh. Easier for me, I suppose." Nothing was working out for Johnny, though, as even a day later no one had mentioned Brenda's escapade with Mike. Had he actually not told anyone? Maybe it had freaked him out too much and he wasn't sure how to handle it? It pissed off Johnny; he had jacked off Mike for nothing then! What's a girl gotta do to be a slut around here, he thought... "It's already the fourth day! What the heck is with my boss?? She must be crazy not to notice this crazy green thong! Let alone any of this other stuff..." Johnny had realized he needed to step up the trashiness of Brenda's wardrobe if he wanted Linda's attention, so he had used her credit card and bought a bunch of the trashiest clothes he could find. It wasn't enough, evidently, and he had to resort to more drastic measures. "Brenda, what can I do for you?" Linda kept shuffling through some papers as Johnny shut the door behind him. "Linda, I've had something that's been on my mind," he walked towards her desk, licking Brenda's lips, "that I really have to tell you." Linda cleared her throat, "What might that be? I'm rather busy..." "Linda, I can't stop thinking about you," He placed Brenda's leg on Linda's desk, revealing her thong, "I want you." "B-Brenda, you shouldn't-" Linda's glasses fogged up a little. "Oh, but I want to. I want to lick that cunt all day long." Johnny had climbed over the desk, and was now straddling Linda. Now I've got her, he thought. There's no way she'd deal with Brenda forcing herself onto her. Linda took off her glasses. "I didn't want to say anything about your new - style. But fuck you've been making me so horny all week! This is like some kind of dream! I can't believe you're lesbian too Brenda, oh fuck you can have my pussy!" Johnny's eyes turned huge - she's gay? What the fuck?? What was he supposed to do now? He was too surprised to do anything else, and his body moved on his own. "Fuck this! I quit!" Brenda's eyes still large as Johnny quickly walked out of the office. Linda had cancelled her remaining appointments for the day, lost in thought over what had transpired. --------------------- Johnny couldn't believe it! He'd really have to go to some drastic measures to ensure Brenda couldn't get her job now. There was no way he was going to let her show him up anymore. Just thinking about it had made him angrier, and that was made worse every time he looked in the mirror and saw Brenda stare back at him. He'd manage to figure out how to access her bank accounts - he was going to need a lot of money for his next steps. "Luckily this bitch isn't a total whore and has some cash saved away." He laughed to himself; he was going to make her a total whore now anyway, so there was no point in saving that money. The next 6 months were a blur. Surgery after surgery was booked and performed on Brenda's body. He had researched every slutty thing he could find online and had it done to her. Every time he looked at the body of Brenda he inhabited, it turned him on more and more, and he masturbated whenever he could when he wasn't healing. He had made sure she now owned a fairly large collection of sex toys, and he had taken to using them very often. Especially now that he had made her unemployed, he had plenty of free time on his hands. He had to ensure her reputation was also in the hole. Taking her business cards with him wherever he went, he started frequenting many bars and clubs, fucking and sucking any man or woman who would let him. Everyone did, and it wasn't long before the town knew Brenda's name as the slut who everyone had fucked. Johnny had finished his third orgasm in a row in the shower before he decided to get out. As he removed the 8 inch dildo from inside Brenda's body, he thought about how much looser her pussy had become these days. Smiling as he stepped out, he licked his juice off the 1 inch red nail extensions she now sported, and stared at the new body he had given her over nearly the last year. Of course he had gotten nearly everybody surgery he could for her: her breasts were now F-cups, and stuck out like basketballs; her ass stuck out far behind her now, like two pillows from her backside; Johnny had a couple of her ribs removed so her waist was only 18 inches now; he even had her Achilles tendon shorted so she would have to walk in at least 4 inch heels to be comfortable from now on. Her face wasn't left alone either. Brenda's lips puffed out so much that her mouth rested in an O-shape. Her cheeks and nose were both redone. Even her chin and jaw were done over to make them smaller and smoother. He found a specialty eye surgery that would ensure she always had a half-lidded look that always asked for sex, and to make sure she sounded like she looked, he had a special throat surgery done to make her voice sound a little husky and dripping with sex. As he dried off Brenda's hair with a towel, hair which was now platinum blonde and went down to her lower back, he admired the many slutty tattoos that covered her body. Coming to the bathroom counter, he placed jewelry into all the new piercings Brenda now sported, and went over the ones that were already in place: 5 on each ear, 2 in each brow, a nose ring, a tongue ring, a snakebite piercing, 2 cheek piercings, nipple rings, 3 navel piercings, and a clit piercing. He licked her lips as he began to get hot again looking at her trashy body. He looked over the makeup counter, which now sported dozens and dozens of products. Brenda's face didn't necessarily need them - he had gotten it permanently tattooed with makeup, even her eyebrows (which were permanently removed). Even her eyelashes were permanent extensions. It didn't matter though, he put on even more makeup over it, to make sure everyone knew she was as slutty as she could possibly be. Walking into Brenda's closet, Johnny tried hard to pick a particularly sexy one. It was difficult because her entire collection now only consisted of the sluttiest club wear, lingerie, and clothing from sex stores. He picked out a bright yellow leather one piece, and squeezed her body into it. Her nipples just barely showed, and if she bent over just a little bit, her pussy would be in full view. He had to make it into the club without getting kicked out if he wanted to fuck anyone tonight though, so he put on a little black thong as well. This was his final night as Brenda, so he decided he was going to go all out for her. He was going to try to fuck at least 5 guys tonight, and have her wake up in that situation. Thinking about it made Brenda's pussy wet, and as he slipped on some 6 inch yellow heels, he walked over to the shelf over the bed, where he 'proudly' displayed Brenda's sex toy collection. He grabbed one of the smaller 6 inch dildos and fucked himself on the bed. He didn't want to overdo it before he had his fun tonight, after all. After finishing, which didn't take long as Brenda's body now had an amazing sex drive, he didn't even bother cleaning up, leaving her pussy and thong wet as he walked out. --------------------- "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OOHhh FUCK!!" Johnny was riding high on the two dicks inside him. Things had gone even better than expected; he had come from his third nightclub already, and had 3 guys come with him to fuck Brenda's body in a nearby motel - one Johnny picked on purpose to make sure Brenda woke up in a shitty place. With the two guys in her snatch and the one in her mouth, that put Brenda up to 7 guys fucked that night, a new record, Johnny thought to himself in between the waves of pleasure. Sure, her pussy was incredibly sore, but not as sore as it would feel the next day for Brenda. He wasn't sure when they would stop fucking - he didn't even know what time it was. At some point after all the drinking, they had done some 'E' and some guys had even given him a bit of coke, and it was all hitting him. Waves of pleasure, dizziness, and sleepiness came over him and he had passed out, leaving Brenda's body in a dirty motel, with 3 guys lazily fucking her. Just as Johnny expected, strange dreams engulfed his sleep. Once again he sailed through the bodies, he recalled seeing someone like Brenda pass by him, a voice cast out to him "...and return everything..." Johnny woke up slowly, eyes mostly closed as he peered through just enough to make out his room. He was back. He felt exhausted though, and as he lay in bed, he wondered if it was all a dream. If it wasn't, how was he going to get his job back? It had been a full year since he left that stupid note at the office. He figured maybe he could shave his head, and say the cancer was in remission and ask for his job back perhaps. He wasn't even sure what day it was, but he was sure that it would be the least of Brenda's problems at least. He thought about whether he should even ever tell anyone what happened. It was so strange, and he didn't know if he should go over to her apartment to confirm it. First, he decided he should at least get out of bed. He rubbed his face, his nails running into each other as he moved his hair out of the way. It had been a year, he'd have to go get a haircut then and cut his nails, he supposed. The moment he sat up, though, something was wrong. He opened his eyes, noticing there was stuff in front of it that he couldn't blink out of the way. His eyelashes? That was when he felt something far stranger - his chest felt very heavy! He looked down. "AHHHHH!!!!" He threw the cover off of him and jumped out of bed, feeling the weight of his chest bounce, and immediately fell on his face when he walked. His feet! He ran on his tiptoes to the bathroom, looking at his red fingernails, and feeling the piercings in his mouth. Looking into the bathroom mirror he couldn't believe what he saw, "Oh no oh no oh no...." He was himself, but with all the work he had performed on Brenda's body! What happened?? He thought he was in her body, so how could his body have all these changes? He felt his dick-sucking lips and his tiny nose, and looked at the permanent makeup on his face. He looked like a sexy idiot, and he had no way to fix it! He didn't have that kind of money saved up. Not enough to undo all of this at least. He wasn't even sure he could actually undo all of it. He started cursing to himself as he looked down at the tattoos on his body. The phrase 'spunk hole' stared back at him as he tried to think about what to do. It was all too much to take in. Could he have actually been in his own body, transformed to look like Brenda's? But that would mean that when they switched at switched back, he was transported in space to where she was and then back where he was, which doesn't make a lot of sense. Neither does switching bodies though... Maybe Brenda still was transformed as well. He didn't even know anymore. He stood stunned in the bathroom, when he saw the trail of cum leaking down his leg. --------------------- Brenda woke up feeling odd. The bed didn't feel like her own, and she felt something odd down below. Was there someone with her as well? She looked down and saw what had happened, there was a large man sleeping next to her, and he had his cock still inside of her! She tried not to scream, and pulled him out of her, creeping to the restroom and locked the door. She was freaking out, how did she get here? Where was here? Was she kidnapped? As soon as she started wondering all these things, a fog started coming over her brain. What was I thinking about again? She couldn't recall. She felt like she had suddenly entered a calming stupor. She realized she had to get home, and nothing else mattered. She opened the bathroom door and slowly walked out, completely naked. One of the men woke up when the door opened, and she turned back to look at him as he moaned awake. "Whoa lady, you look totally different! Nothing like the slut I thought we banged yesterday. Those drugs were really something..." She turned around and calmly walked out. She had gotten numerous stares, but it wasn't a far walk to the apartment so she had made it home before the police had gotten a hold of her. Entering inside, she was slowly getting her awareness back. She realized she had left her phone in the motel along with her purse, but she had no intention of going back. Strangely she felt okay with this, and turned on her computer instead. She knew something had happened to her, but she didn't know what. Waves of nervousness came and were suppressed just as fast as she explored her apartment. It felt strangely different. Brenda saw the shelf of sex toys and immediately threw them away. She noticed her bed sheets were pink and black silk now. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face. Looking at herself, she seemed alright. What had happened then? She didn't look any worse for wear; it didn't look like she had gotten any strange piercings or tattoos. Her vagina felt really sore, but she did wake up with a dick in it so that was explained. She shrugged, and went to put on a nightshirt from her closet, and realized she no longer had any. She must have gone on some strange drug induced buying spree, seeing all the sexy clothing in her closet. Was she perhaps secretly sexually repressed? She wondered as she took out the least sexy nightie she could find to wear for now. It was black lace and see through, but at least it was loose and comfy. Her computer had booted up, and she went to open up her browser to check her mail when another thing caught her eye. It was a whole year from when she last remembered. One entire year. She felt the panic rise up in her, and it almost burst when she suddenly zoned out again. It must have been a nervous breakdown she had, she figured. There was no other explanation. Content with reasoning it to herself, she felt her body already calming down, and her missing time no longer concerned her. She had realized from her inbox that she had quit her job, probably during her breakdown. Thinking about how to get it back, she realized she was feeling incredibly horny. Had her sex drive always been like that? In her haze, she reached over to the trash can and picked out one of the dildos. She was sensitive down there right now, but she couldn't help herself. She'd figure out how to get her job back afterwards. --------------------- Johnny had come to the conclusion that there was no way he could ever live as himself again. He wasn't so weak as to decide to kill himself; he did bring this on himself after all. Deciding to make the best of it, and also realizing that after a year of fucking guys he didn't really hate it all that much now, he changed his name and job. He now was known as Cammy Cummings, and worked at a kinky sex club the next town over. He had been introduced to it by someone he met in a night club, and when he visited he found that people were welcoming of the strange person he had now become, and it had paid enough for him to get by. It seems he ended up destroying his own life, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about Brenda anymore. Brenda didn't manage to get her job back, as the circumstances were too strange and her boss had acted oddly towards her, but she didn't have any trouble finding a similar job elsewhere through a referral. Her life was mostly the same since then, and she never thought about the year of her life that she had missed. Her sex drive had been very high since her 'breakdown' though, and she found herself flirting a lot more with coworkers and went through boyfriends rather quickly. One day she had run into Mike, her old coworker, at lunch in a restaurant in town. They had exchanged pleasantries, and Mike did his best to pretend like they hadn't had any previous sexual encounters before. Brenda for her part remembered disliking Mike before but somehow he seemed much nicer. Her pussy screamed at her as well, and it wasn't long before they were screwing each other regularly.