For the first time in a month, Nivaeh was able to let out a sigh of relief, “Alright, looks like we’re all good.” She gave her afro a shake for good measure, “God, I missed this hair…”

Weeks prior, Nivaeh had the shock of her life when she woke up feeling unusually sluggish, heavy… and hairy? Navigating an unknown room, he managed to find a mirror, only to be met with the pasty, portly face of her coworker, Nick. Her panic sent the overworked heart in her flabby chest into overdrive, with the text he received soon after doing little to calm her down. It was from her old phone number, hijacked by Nick in her body, wherein he took credit for their switch, demanding her compliance. If Nivaeh played ball, Nick assured, she’d be back to normal before she knew it. She didn’t have a clue how he did it, so she had no choice but to play along and live Nick’s life while he went along in her’s. 
 
Nivaeh didn’t know what he was up to outside of work hours- and really didn’t want to know- but she doubted he had a worse time than herself. The one and only time she got even close to scoring was a complete disaster. Her date was a mousy girl, nowhere near Nivaeh’s league in her usual form, but in Nick’s, she didn’t have enough to seal the deal: being a sweaty mess the entire time, scarfing down her dinner like a pig- still not used to her new body’s appetite- and when they went back to the woman’s place, Nivaeh got unfortunate confirmation that the growth sticking between her legs was nothing to write home about. Perhaps all of that could’ve been forgiven had Nivaeh not gotten so overly excited that she spurted out her load the moment her cock was touched, thoroughly ruining the mood.

Nivaeh’s time as a man was an absolute nightmare, but all of that was behind her, and was just happy Nick was true to his word and swapped them back. After a quick scan, she was relieved to see he hadn’t done anything too crazy, and was physically the same as she remembered. She still needed a little time to readjust mentally, considering how she spent a minute too long kneading at her tits, and found herself mildly excited that she was clad in a few strands of fabric that had the audacity to call itself a swimsuit, but hopefully those residual thoughts would fade with time. Nivaeh was back, and not even the large, turquoise buttplug snug in her ass would dampen her spirits…