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Archive name: change1.txt (MF-teens, oral, fantasy)
Authors name: November (novsax@hotmail.net)
Story title : Change of Plans

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Change of Plans
by November (novsax@hotmail.net)

***

A lucky man switches bodies with his teenage son and 
takes advantage of his new life. (MF, oral, teens, 
fantasy)

***

The whole experience was devastating. My wife and 
father were dead and my son was in a coma after the car 
accident. My wife and son had picked up my father at 
the airport. You might think poorly of me but my father 
and wife being dead was not at all what concerned me. 
It was my sixteen-year-old son, Jack, who mattered. 

My wife and I stayed together for appearances and I 
have always hated my father. But my son would have 
carried on the family name. OK I admit it. I did not 
know my son very well. I did not know who his friends 
were or what things interested him. I had always worked 
too much and had my little flings with various ladies, 
which pretty much kept me occupied.

Now with my son in a coma and the doctors unsure if he 
would recover, I knew I had made a mistake with life in 
regards to my son. He was only 5'8" but he was in very 
good physical condition. The doctors said that is why 
he had survived. He had straight brown hair and green 
eyes. He looked like he was sleeping, to look at his 
face you would think nothing was wrong with him. I had 
come to the hospital everyday for two weeks straight, 
hoping he would recover.

The last day I had planned on seeing him before 
returning to work was a Sunday evening. As bad as this 
may seem I had given up hope with the advice of my 
doctors. That night, I was going to pull the plug on my 
last surviving family member. I remember holding his 
hand and saying please forgive me. 

When I felt his hand squeeze mine. I was so excited 
that I was about to run and grab a nurse when I felt a 
sharp pain in my chest. I was unable to stand and I 
could hardly breathe. Then strangely I was looking up 
at myself holding my own hand. Then everything went 
black.

I was in confusion when I woke up. I actually felt 
better than I had my whole life. I had not noticed 
before but my breathing had been labored before. But 
now it was almost a pleasure to breathe and my vision 
was so clear and sharp. I did not know what had 
happened but damn I felt like a new man. I could see I 
was in a hospital and I was in a hospital gown. I must 
have had a heart attack I thought to myself as I got up 
to use the toilet. Once I had relieved myself, I got 
the biggest shock of my fifty-seven years.

It was not my face I was looking at; it was my sixteen-
year-old son's. I sunk down on to the bathroom floor 
and was in shock. I ran my hand over my son's face and 
tried to understand what was happening. I thought this 
was either a nightmare or a dream come true. For a 
moment I thought I was crazy. A nurse came in to the 
room and said Jack or you OK. She was kneeling over me 
as she turned my face towards hers. Jack she said 
everything will be all right, let us get you back to 
bed. Once the nurse helped me back to bed, I 
immediately went back to sleep.

The next week in the hospital was a whirlwind of 
craziness. It became clear that some how I had switched 
minds with my son. I battled with telling someone that 
whole week but ultimately decided that they would think 
I was crazy. The doctor told me about my mother (wife), 
my father (me) and my grand father (father). 

I was so confused about what had happened that I do not 
know how I reacted. I did not know what happened to my 
son. Did he die when my body did? Was he already gone 
when I took his place? The latter is what I had hoped. 
I mean if he were not already gone then if I had pulled 
the plug, like I had planned, I would have killed him.

I guess, I was just trying to justify my new lease on 
life. I ignored the fact my son had squeezed my hand 
before I took his place. Once I had decided that he was 
already gone when we switched things became easier. 
Well pretty easy, I had set up a trust fund for Jack, 
which was not much but with the money my father had 
left to Jack was staggering. The major problem was that 
Jack would only have access to 20% of his trust until 
he was eighteen. Jack would get another 20% when he 
turned eighteen and at twenty-one he would have gotten 
the rest.

The money I had left him would have gotten Jack a good 
head start but with my father's money he would be set 
for life. OK, I would be set for life. Jack was also to 
be taken in by my long time friend Mark and his family. 
That would be strange, seeing my friend through my 
son's eyes. 

Mark lived in California so my son's friends would not 
be a problem, I would just avoid them until I was sent 
to Mark's care. It was surprisingly easy to assume my 
son's identity. It was strange watching my body lowered 
into the ground to it final resting-place. The fresh 
graves of my wife and father were also a surreal 
experience.

If there was a perfect way to start over this was it. I 
was the last surviving member of the family. I easily 
avoid my son's friends for the week it took me to get 
sent to California. The only thing I took from my house 
that was not my son's was my address book. I could 
leave the rest behind; it was better to make a clean 
break, I thought. I have often wondered if it was cruel 
to avoid my son's friends but it was much easier for 
me. Well that was important, making it easy on me. 


California


When I arrived at the airport, I was not met by Mark 
but by his twenty-six year old daughter, Molly. It was 
clear she was not happy to pick me up. Still, I was 
glad she did. Molly was a good-looking woman. When I 
was in my old body, Molly was the type of younger woman 
I went after. 

The problem for me was, now I was a young man. I did 
not know how to talk to girls without clout as the boss 
or being well to do. Anyway, Molly was a petite woman 
with hair that was brown streaked with blond. She had a 
nice figure, nothing overt but a nice bust and a round 
ass wrapped in tight jeans and a blue t-shirt.

Molly was not talkative on the ride to Mark's house. I 
was a little nervous. When I was an older man, I never 
had a problem controlling my erections. Jack's body was 
pumping with hormones, which caused me to have a 
constant erection around Molly. What was kind of 
amusing was it was Molly's smell that was the source of 
the arousal. 

As soon as we had gotten into the car I was overcome 
with a light but an intense fragrance. Before, I never 
got excited by a woman who so obviously uninterested in 
me. I guess I had forgotten about the true trials of 
being a teenager.

Molly gave me a tour of my new home when I arrived. I 
think I understood what had caused her to be unhappy 
with my arrival. The place I was to live was the pool 
house; I am pretty sure Molly had to move back to the 
main house. The nice thing about the pool house was it 
was like an apartment. It had a kitchen and a living 
room and the bedroom was on the second floor. 

The pool house was pretty Spartan; the living room had 
a large couch and a huge big screen TV along with an 
accompanying entertainment system. The bedroom had a 
king-sized bed and that was it. The kitchen had no 
table in fact there were no tables in the pool house. I 
was happy that there were some linen for the bed and 
towels

I learned that Molly still lived at home, in the main 
house, even though she had a good job at advertising 
company. Molly stayed at her father's (Mark) house to 
help take care of her little sister. I am imagine if 
someone had taken things from the pool houses it was 
Molly. I also found out that Mark was divorced, which I 
had not known before. Mark also was rarely home and he 
would not be home to greet me until at least July, a 
month from now.

Something did become clear to me then. Mark had figured 
away to get ten thousand dollars a month from my 
(Jack's) trust. At the time, it seemed that Mark would 
use the money to care of his monthly expenses. Upon 
reflection it was clear that Mark never had any 
intention of taking care of my kid (Jack). 

Maybe I am being a little harsh. Mark did make sure 
that Jack could not take all the money out of the 
accounts at once. Mark set up a stipend, weekly, for me 
($2,500). If I wanted more money I would have to make a 
proposal to my trust advisors. If I cannot convince 
them then I cannot have the extra money. The danger in 
my mind is that this agreement extended to my final 
release date at twenty-one. The only thing that made me 
at ease at this point was that it was my lawyers, trust 
advisors, and not his.

Once molly had shown me the garage for the pool house 
with the BMW, which was to be my transportation. Molly 
had all she could take. I at first tried to hide the 
fact that I was aroused by Molly but by the end of the 
tour I did even care. One thing, I learned in my 
business adventures was that hiding things made people 
nervous or dangerous. Molly gave a smirk and only gave 
my condition a smug little laugh.

I had planned on avoid using my contacts until I 
understood what was going to happen at my new 
residence. Well this desire to fuck Molly let me know 
right away that I had to have a release. That was one 
of the reasons I took my address book. I made a call to 
a company that I knew in California. They imported some 
girls from other countries to take care of special 
needs.

I was in special need. I really wanted a girl that 
looked like Molly. This would be a short notice call, 
so I probably would be limited by who they had 
available. I called the company, and asked for a young 
looking woman that was at least twenty-one years old. I 
used the codes that identified me as a good customer. 

After ordering my release for the night, I called a 
beverage service. I had been use to having a drink 
anytime I wanted but now being a teenager; it was a 
little harder to get alcohol. My idea was to get the 
girl I ordered for the night to sign for the alcohol 
when it came. I was feeling pretty happy with myself 
when the first knock came at my door about an hour 
later.

The young lady at my door was from the Philippines. 
Anna, the escort's name, was wearing tight red jeans 
and a white tank top. Her skin was incredibly dark and 
she had long shiny black hair. Her body was slim, she 
had almost no breasts, but her ass was to die for. Anna 
looked so young, I could swear she was fifteen at the 
most. I guess when you say young these days it means 
teenage. Ironically, the first thing Anne said was you 
are a young one aren't you. Probably not as young as 
you think, I responded.

When I told her she had to sign for a delivery she got 
a little suspicious. I quelled that by telling her that 
she had to remove all the make up she was wearing after 
she had signed for the delivery. That was only thing 
that really disappointed me about Anne. She had 
glittery blue eyeliner and way too much other colored 
crap on her face. One thing about escorts that I had 
learned from past experience was they would take you 
where they wanted to go, if you let them. You had to 
take control immediately, or you might be suckered into 
something less than satisfying. 

I do not suggest that you should be abusive, only let 
them know you have done this before. I guess Anna 
interpreted my demeanor as someone who knew the game. I 
was actually having a hard time. This girl was a fuck 
toy and she was mine for the night. I was having a hard 
time not ripping her clothes off and fucking the shit 
out her. Again, these teenage hormones were going to be 
something that needed to be put under control. 
Otherwise, I would be hard pressed to take advantage of 
my new opportunity. Anna did sign for the delivery and 
even had to show her ID. 

After we had loaded the ten cases of beer into the 
garage and the bottles of JD, JB and the WT into the 
kitchen cabinets I was ready to go. I loaded one the 
cases of Samuel Adams into the refrig and poured myself 
a Jack and coke. Like I said I was feeling pretty 
confident at this time. I told Anna that she needed to 
wash that make up off her face. I was nice and 
comfortable on the couch when she came out with a 
freshly scrubbed face. Without makeup, Anna looked even 
younger. She was not stunning but she had that cute 
look that young Asians have.

I directed her to my crotch with a wave of my wrist. 
Anna immediately moved between my legs and let loose my 
pants. Her tiny brown hands were cool on my already 
throbbing penis. She wasted no time and engulfed the 
head of my member. What surprised me was that I almost 
instantly shot off in her mouth. The pleasure was a 
shock, I was use to last a lot longer than this. As I 
convulsed in orgasm, I held her head tight against my 
spurting penis.

When I had finished shooting off in Anna's mouth she 
must have felt like she was in control. Anna had 
swallowed ever drop but I was not finished. It was an 
intense feeling to force her head further down my 
penis. My still hard penis, thankfully, push even 
deeper into her mouth. It was not until this moment 
that I realized Jack's penis was if not much longer 
that it was much thicker. 

Anna's brown face looked so very small with her lips 
wrapped around my shaft. To maintain my illusion of 
control, I moved Anna's head up and down my cock. Anna 
was no amateur; she quickly adapted to my rhythm and 
was using her tongue effectively on the underside of my 
shaft.

As much as I was trying to maintain control and even 
with just only ejaculating minutes before, I was again 
shooting off into Anna throat. I lost count of how many 
times I bucked my hips into her face, spurting my sperm 
into Anna stomach. This time my penis began to shrink 
with in her mouth and her continued sucking was 
overloading my senses. 

I released Anna's head and she slowly let my penis pop 
from her lips. She looked up with her lovely brown eyes 
and smiled. I almost laughed but smiled back and said 
go brush your teeth. I smacked her ass as she got off 
her knees. She shook her delicious ass as she went to 
the bathroom looking over her shoulder to make sure I 
was looking. When she was finished I told her to fix 
herself a drink. 

Anna and I relaxed on the couch watched some TV. I like 
to cuddle and was nice to have this little hottie next 
to me. It was less than ten minutes with me fondling 
her tight little ass and I was hard again. I was not 
going to look a gift horse in the mouth and started 
working Anna up for another round. I felt truly like a 
sixteen-year-old boy. In the past if I wanted to 
perform this much this fast I would have needed to use 
some kind of stimulate. 

It was crazy; my hands were running all over her body 
and I jamming my tongue down her throat. Believe me 
when I tell you this was not like me. I had always 
tried to have a calmer approach, more of a slow 
seduction even with an escort. Anna was not put off 
with my new style of foreplay. Anna returned my kisses 
and was squeeze my thick cock through my pants.

I was clearly over excited. I spun Anna off the couch 
pushing her on to her hands and knees. I struggled to 
undo her jeans and rewarded with Anna wiggling her ass 
to help me pull down her red jeans. I did not even wait 
to remove Anna's jeans. Once I exposed her brown round 
ass I put my face into it. I admit, it was a bit 
awkward to lick her little pussy but I was not thinking 
very clearly. I used my thumb to probe Anna's already 
wet pussy. Man, I said you are one hot piece of ass. 
Anna's only response was to moan under my 
manipulations.

Again, my new teenage needs overcame me. I pulled my 
cock from the confines of my pants and lined up the 
head with Anna's wet snatch. I do not remember when the 
last time I was so excited. I pushed my way into the 
steaming hot lips of Anna's pussy. With just the head 
entering caused us both to gasp. I pulled Anna's hips 
towards me, positioning her so her ass was on her knees 
and her belly was on her thighs. 

I pushed all the way into the panting Anna; it was 
gloriously hot, wet and tight. With my hands on her 
hips, I was thrusting like a maniac in no time. I was 
pleased that Anna was grunting and groaning along with 
me because I know I was not using any of my past sex 
experience. It was purely animal energy that was 
driving me into Anna. I told Anna to look at me so I 
could see the expression on her face while I pumped in 
and out.

I focused on the way her face changed each time I 
rammed on. It was then that I heard a gasp behind me. I 
looked over my shoulder as I continued to fuck Anna. I 
was a little surprised to Molly, a cute teenage girl 
with short black hair and a hot Latino woman in her 
early twenties with open mouths. I could not stop 
fucking Anna, my body was on automatic pilot until it 
was satisfied. I am pretty sure that stopping would not 
of helped defuse the situation anyway.

Molly yelled something about locking the door and that 
I was a pig. The Latino woman just smiled and the 
teenage girl watched Anna and I rutting like beasts 
with obvious interest. Molly turned around and headed 
towards the door, dragging the teenager along with. The 
teenager and the Latino woman both watched Anna and I 
until they haphazardly left the pool house. 

This new excitement pushed me over the edge and with a 
few more strokes was pumping semen deep into Anna's 
tight channel. I not sure if Anna came during our 
little tryst but she definitely thrashed around enough 
that I was sure she had a good time. I continued 
thrusting into Anna until I finally slipped out of her. 
I collapsed beside her and Anna said boy was that 
intense. 

We both laughed as I pulled Anna on to top of me.

Continued... (?)

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