Note: I plan to run the M to F change. You would run the F to M. Fade to black is fine. 18+ is tagged as an option. I do not intend this as a smut RP.
You know the old saying? Be careful what you wish for. Yes, it’s cliche. You would think people would know better. But once upon a time there were two people who kept running across one another at the college library. One was a young man; the other a young lady.
The young man saw the girl. She looked sweet and attractive. She was always dressed nice, but drove a crappy car that always ran. Either she knew how to fix things or had family and friends who took care of her. Her laptop was a crappy falling apart piece of junk - that always worked. So he never had an excuse to talk to her. Her notebook was covered with beautiful doodles. He guessed she might be an art major. But it was impossible to tell. He always thought she looked … afraid of her own shadow though.
The young man? The young lady thought he had to live a charmed life. He was smart. Like the whole college knew him. He was a lab assistant in the Physics and Chemistry department. He was a grad student or something. He was often seen with a guitar - one of those really expensive ones, or a fancy, overpriced laptop. He didn’t drive a car; he rode in a limo. But he walked with a bad limp. He had one good leg, one good arm. And he never smiled except for he paste on smile he reserved for class.
The young man wish he could talk to the girl. Hell, he wished he could talk to girls period. But every time he tried to get up the nerve he shied away. The young lady wished she could talk to the young man. But her family life was hell. She wished her life wasn’t such a mess. She wished she wasn’t too ashamed to have friends.
Then … they BOTH got what they wished for. Just not the way either expected.
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The young lady woke up to the sound of a woman knocking at the door. She sounded Japanese though she was speaking in English. She was telling him to was time to wake up. The room she woke up in looked nothing like her own room. It was … a guy’s room. She … no … HE … stumbled to the private bathroom connected to his bedroom. Everything around him looked … shorter. He was … tall. Then he looked into the mirror and saw himself. He was handsome, but a male version of himself, built like some jock. Muscles, killer abs…
For the young man a similar, but opposite situation was unfolding. He had been living alone. His parents had been killed. Imagine his surprise when some pre-pubescent teenage boy broke into the room yelling that Mom had breakfast ready. Just one thing, he called him “Sis.” A young woman’s voice responded - his own - with a mumbled acknowledgement. The door slammed shut. The young man … correction … lady … looked down. Oh crap.
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The now jock discovered masculine versions of his former life littering the room. Gone was the junk. There were football trophies, baseball trophies, Ironman competitions, Marathons. He owned ticket magnet muscle car - and a limo. The Japanese woman turned out to be Masumi, the family butler. His driver’s license said he was 18. His address was listed as Rome, GA. The computer on his desk said it was Summer. There were course books for Kennesaw State University. (He could only hope he wasn’t going on a sports scholarship.) And there was a photo of a beautiful girl on the desk. It wasn’t hidden. He … had a girlfriend. There was something familiar about her. A man walked in - another stranger - who turned out to be his limo driver, Gary. The looks exchanged between the limo driver and butler suggested a possible romance. Noone seemed to realize he had ever been a girl.
The now young lady discovered a similar situation. Except his new parents owned and operated a salvage yard and recycling center. They had a son named David and two big black dogs named Sam and Dean. She figured they had to be Supernatural fans. Her ID said she was 18. Gone was her 2018 Cadillac. Say hello to her 1946 Pontiac pickup - that doubled as a dump truck. She had an acceptance letter to Kennesaw State University.
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As it would turn out, these two now lived maybe a mile apart. They would be at the same college. It was still Summer. There was time to adjust.
Characters
Yes, you will need a CS. The lives these two have stepped into are scripted. Where they came from is only half scripted. Both had troubled lives before. Their new lives are better, but unfamiliar. Their interests and hobbies are unscripted.
Now I did write in some elements that have them already knowing their new selves. That can be edited out. That was just plot device to make it easier. The new date is actually the next Summer. They have been at KSU for a full year and about to start a 2nd year. They both turn 19 soon.
BOTH of their lives need to be developed - before and after. One option I may explore is a return to their old lives. My character's parents will be the same one he/she had before. As a guy he had lost both parents recently. As a girl they are alive again.
You know the old saying? Be careful what you wish for. Yes, it’s cliche. You would think people would know better. But once upon a time there were two people who kept running across one another at the college library. One was a young man; the other a young lady.
The young man saw the girl. She looked sweet and attractive. She was always dressed nice, but drove a crappy car that always ran. Either she knew how to fix things or had family and friends who took care of her. Her laptop was a crappy falling apart piece of junk - that always worked. So he never had an excuse to talk to her. Her notebook was covered with beautiful doodles. He guessed she might be an art major. But it was impossible to tell. He always thought she looked … afraid of her own shadow though.
The young man? The young lady thought he had to live a charmed life. He was smart. Like the whole college knew him. He was a lab assistant in the Physics and Chemistry department. He was a grad student or something. He was often seen with a guitar - one of those really expensive ones, or a fancy, overpriced laptop. He didn’t drive a car; he rode in a limo. But he walked with a bad limp. He had one good leg, one good arm. And he never smiled except for he paste on smile he reserved for class.
The young man wish he could talk to the girl. Hell, he wished he could talk to girls period. But every time he tried to get up the nerve he shied away. The young lady wished she could talk to the young man. But her family life was hell. She wished her life wasn’t such a mess. She wished she wasn’t too ashamed to have friends.
Then … they BOTH got what they wished for. Just not the way either expected.
+++++++++++++++++++
The young lady woke up to the sound of a woman knocking at the door. She sounded Japanese though she was speaking in English. She was telling him to was time to wake up. The room she woke up in looked nothing like her own room. It was … a guy’s room. She … no … HE … stumbled to the private bathroom connected to his bedroom. Everything around him looked … shorter. He was … tall. Then he looked into the mirror and saw himself. He was handsome, but a male version of himself, built like some jock. Muscles, killer abs…
For the young man a similar, but opposite situation was unfolding. He had been living alone. His parents had been killed. Imagine his surprise when some pre-pubescent teenage boy broke into the room yelling that Mom had breakfast ready. Just one thing, he called him “Sis.” A young woman’s voice responded - his own - with a mumbled acknowledgement. The door slammed shut. The young man … correction … lady … looked down. Oh crap.
+++++++++
The now jock discovered masculine versions of his former life littering the room. Gone was the junk. There were football trophies, baseball trophies, Ironman competitions, Marathons. He owned ticket magnet muscle car - and a limo. The Japanese woman turned out to be Masumi, the family butler. His driver’s license said he was 18. His address was listed as Rome, GA. The computer on his desk said it was Summer. There were course books for Kennesaw State University. (He could only hope he wasn’t going on a sports scholarship.) And there was a photo of a beautiful girl on the desk. It wasn’t hidden. He … had a girlfriend. There was something familiar about her. A man walked in - another stranger - who turned out to be his limo driver, Gary. The looks exchanged between the limo driver and butler suggested a possible romance. Noone seemed to realize he had ever been a girl.
The now young lady discovered a similar situation. Except his new parents owned and operated a salvage yard and recycling center. They had a son named David and two big black dogs named Sam and Dean. She figured they had to be Supernatural fans. Her ID said she was 18. Gone was her 2018 Cadillac. Say hello to her 1946 Pontiac pickup - that doubled as a dump truck. She had an acceptance letter to Kennesaw State University.
+++++++++
As it would turn out, these two now lived maybe a mile apart. They would be at the same college. It was still Summer. There was time to adjust.
Characters
Yes, you will need a CS. The lives these two have stepped into are scripted. Where they came from is only half scripted. Both had troubled lives before. Their new lives are better, but unfamiliar. Their interests and hobbies are unscripted.
Now I did write in some elements that have them already knowing their new selves. That can be edited out. That was just plot device to make it easier. The new date is actually the next Summer. They have been at KSU for a full year and about to start a 2nd year. They both turn 19 soon.
BOTH of their lives need to be developed - before and after. One option I may explore is a return to their old lives. My character's parents will be the same one he/she had before. As a guy he had lost both parents recently. As a girl they are alive again.