Ariel and Royce found themselves on opposite sides of the bar on a quiet night like they had so many times before. “Scotch neat?” she asked as he took a seat.
“No, don’t quite have the taste for it. I’ll take a mojito, though,” he replied with an excited flourish at the end. She smirked and rolled her eyes a little, but moved to make the drink. After muttling the mint, she reached for the lime juice, simple syrup, and a bottle of vodka. “Rum, love, rum,” he quickly chimed in to correct. She made the switch, mixed and shook the drink, then placed it in front of him. “And a mint sprig as a garnish. Gotta earn that tip!” he added with a wink before taking a sip. “Not bad, you’re learning!”
“Heh, I had Harold in here earlier. Should have seen the face he made when I messed up his Manhattan...” she began as she cleaned up from mixing the drink. “So how about you? How is the ‘retired life’ going?”
“Relaxing. Slept way in all week, looking into some hobbies I can try out, looking at places to go on vacation,” he answered. “Play your cards right and you might just get to come along.”
“I appreciate it, I do...but I’m done with that life. I’m actually looking to move, maybe cross country. Get a bartending job out that way as a new challenge and a fresh start,” she explained. He bowed his head, appearing slightly dejected. “What’s wrong? Are you regretting it?” she asked.
He paused for a moment before answering. “No, no...I’ll just miss seeing, well, you...and the old me...”
Royce was a hightly successful trader. Only 32, he managed to build up the few thousand dollars he had saved while bartending during college into over $10 million. Despite all of the money and success, happiness eluded him. He wasn’t close with his family, had no real friends outside of his professional circle, and while he dated around, never got into a serious relationship. In fact, though it could be stressful, he missed his old bartending job. With the money he had, he could buy his own bar and tend it to his heart’s content, but it wouldn’t be the same. One night, while drinking away his depression at his favorite bar where Ariel worked, she complained to him about all of her struggles in life. Only 22, her boyfriend recently dumped her after cheating on her, she was failing out of community college, and was cutting it real close to making that month’s rent. As he ordered another drink, Royce watched her closely as she made it. While he was distracted, another man in a long black coat took a seat next to him at the bar, seemingly out of nowhere. “I think you two could really help each other out,” he said, startling both Royce and Ariel who hadn’t noticed him before. They both stared at him in silence for a moment, then exchanged a glance with each other. “What can I get you?” Ariel asked meekly as she placed a coaster in front of him. “It’s not what you can get me, no. I’m...something of a problem solver for other people, and I tend to do so in unconventional ways,” the man explained. There was something almost otherworldly about him that made Royce and Ariel uneasy. “Pour two glasses of water, please,” he asked Ariel. She did so. “If you two wish for your best lives, you’ll need to trust me right now...” he continued as he took out a small, antique look vial and placed a drop of a deep purplish liquid into each glass. “Look into each other’s eyes and drink up,” he finally finished as he placed the vial back into his coat pocket. As mysteriously as he appeared, he vanished, leaving Royce and Ariel alone with the glasses on the bar between them. “What...was that?” Ariel asked. Royce, meanwhile, was fixated on the glass in front of him. “I just...have this feeling...that we should do what he said...” Royce spoke quietly. “Dude, we don’t know what’s in that!” Ariel countered, but then her eyes fell upon the liquid and she began to feel it too. “Ohh man...” she said as she picked up the glass, followed by Royce. They brought the liquid to their lips, looked into each other’s eyes, and drank it. “It tastes...just like water...” she commented as she placed the glass back on the counter. “Well that was weird...I’m going to call it a night...”Royce followed up. He placed a $50 bill into Ariel’s tip jar before leaving, as he did every night. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked as he walked away. He just nodded.
The next morning, Royce awoke not to the sound of his usual alarm, but to a car horn blaring outside. “What the...” he groaned, only to realize that he wasn’t in his bedroom...or his body. “What the fuck!” he shouted, Ariel’s voice coming out of his mouth. He was in her bedroom in her downtown apartment...in her body. Throwing off the covers, he found himself in a cotton tank top which did little to hide her pierced nipples and a pair of simple black panties with the clear outline of pussy lips in the front. He stumbled quickly over to her mirror and the reflection looking back confirmed it - he was in Ariel’s body. After forcing himself back to his senses, he explored her apartment and found no sign that anything else in the world was amiss. On her calendar was her work schedule - she worked tonight at the bar starting at 4:00. Royce had until then to see what it was like to be a young woman...and he got his first lesson as soon as the excitement of the situation passed and he felt the call of nature. He scampered into the bathroom, looked at the toilet for a moment, then pulled down his panties and took a seat. He relaxed and soon after, his pee stream tinkled into the water below. Once he finished, he wiped, flushed, pulled his panties up, and washed his hands. He strolled back into her bedroom and gazed around. Bras hung haphazardly from the handle of the closet door, laundry (including the clothes Ariel was wearing last night) was piled all around an overstuffed laundry basket, a bong and baggie of weed sat on the night stand...next to a vibrator. “Hmm...” Royce pondered. He was...intensely curious...about it, but thought it might be a violation of Ariel’s body. Just the thought of it caused her body to light up with arousal though, which finally pushed him to try it. He grabbed it, slipped out of his panties, laid back on the bed, and flicked it on... Three of the most intense orgasms Royce had ever felt later, he was sweaty, exhausted, and needed to get ready for work. He took a shower where he was tempted to play with his new pussy some more, but it was so sensitive from his previous play that he thought better of it. Clean, he returned to her bedroom wearing only a towel and found Ariel’s work clothes. He took a bra from the door, found the matching pair of panties from her drawer, and slipped them on. Next came his top, then his pants, and finally his shoes. Royce didn’t want to admit it but he was looking forward to his first bartending shift in nearly 10 years.
At the time he normally arrived, he watched in surreal awe as his own body entered...with Ariel inside of it. “Dude! Tell me that’s you in there!” she asked. He nodded. “Was this that weird dude from last night’s doing?” she asked. “I think so...” he answered. “How did you manage today?” he asked her. “Well, your morning wood woke me up, so not a great start...” she began. “But honestly, I kind of love it. I...jerked off like four times. I’m sorry if that’s weird...” Royce smirked. “You did in my body too, didn’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “So what...we just live each other’s lives now? I don’t know how to be a stock trader!” she complained. “You don’t have to...you have like $10 million put away. Just quit and live off of that. Call it an ‘early retirement’,” Royce explained. She froze, clearly thinking about what he was telling her, then smiled. “And you? You’ll just let me have all that money?” she asked. Royce nodded. “I don’t care. I haven’t felt more ‘alive’ in the last 10 years than when I woke up in your body today. Everything just feels more...real. If it’s ok with you, we can just...trade. Live each other’s lives...”
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