Part Swap - The Party - Bruce

I took a swing at the little shit controlling my girlfriend’s body. The fat fuck’s head sat on her neck, mouth open and staring at me in surprise.

He tried to raise her arms to protect himself. The bastard! Trying to put my girl’s body on the line instead of his bloody face. If I just hit him in the head, her body would be totally fine, unless he managed to get an arm up or something. Elise would kill me if I hurt her little body.

Luckily the fat guy wasn’t fast enough. Was that because he was a nerd, or because Elise’s body has slow reflexes? Not that it mattered, my fist barely connected -- one of those annoying frat boys pushed me back right as I took the swing.

That bastard! He shouldn’t be interfering in what doesn’t concern him.

“Fuck off!” I yelled at the guy trying to hold onto my arm. “What’s fair is that this guy gets what’s coming to him!”

“Yeah yeah big guy. Hang on a minute.”

Another guy on my other side. And what was that he was holding? That weird ray sword thing?

I pushed the frat guy off me with one hand and stomped forward, towering over the neckbeard on my girlfriend’s short body. I growled at him and reached out to grab him by his greasy fucking hair-

Suddenly the world was spinning. Ugh! Fuck! What was that?! 

Something bounced off my head, and I felt myself falling. I slammed into the ground with a dizzying spin and grunted.

“Jesus fuck! What the hell?”

I was on the ground! Some bastard had hit me from behind! I grunted and tried to get to my knees, but instead I felt my body stumble about and fall.

Fuck! That cunt had cut my head off!

“Fuck you!” I shouted from the ground, trying to get my body back on its feet. I was so damn uncoordinated controlling it from this angle. I tried to take a swing at the frat guy with the laser, but missed and knocked a bunch of glasses off the table. I felt them hit my hand as I swung through the air. It didn’t feel like my hand was across the room, it felt like I was hitting something right in front of me.

“For fucks sake.” I said, holding back my anger. “Help me put my fucking head back on my body or I’ll-”

I cut off. Everything had suddenly gone numb. I tried to move my arms, fingers, legs- anything! Nothing moved! I couldn’t feel a thing!

I strained my eyes to try and see my body, just in the corner of my vision. One of the frat boys had put his head on my neck! He was making my body do a stupid little dance while the other one laughed. Fucking hell!

“Hallo, what do we have here?”

Someone loomed over me. I felt my world spin at a dizzying speed. Soft hands pressed against my face. Familiar hands. Elise’s hands!

I stopped spinning and found myself staring at the pimply face of the fat neckbeard -- still on top of Elise’s body.

He grinned at me in an evil way and I felt myself getting nervous. I desperately tried to move again, but nothing happened, my head wasn’t connected to anything.

Even though he was on the body of a tiny, weak woman, I was powerless to fight against him.

Oh fuck.

I felt the guy wiggle Elise’s fingers against my cheek. It was almost a familiar sensation, they still felt like her hands. Her body even still smelled like her. 

Holding me in one hand, the neckbeard scraped one of Elise’s fingernails across my cheek. 

“Look how quickly things change!” he laughed. He pointed a dainty finger at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just want to muck around with you a bit!”

“Put me down you little shit.”

“Or what?” he cooed, “You’ll beat me up?”

He laughed, feeling my face with Elise’s hands. Making her fingers dig into my cheek. Ugh! Fucking bastard!

“Hol up hol up!”

It was one of the frat boys. He laid a big meaty hand on the fat kid’s dainty shoulder. My hand! He was wearing my body!

“This doesn’t seem very fair either, now does it?”

He reached out and lifted me out of Elise’s hands. My own rough hands were holding my head now, but I couldn’t feel anything through them. My blood turned to ice as I was whisked through the air.

“A fight!” said the frat boy. He held me high into the air. “Our man here has challenged young Henry to a duel!”

He pointed one of my own fingers straight at the fat kid, making my body contort about like some kind of gay knight.

“But this head has no body suitable for battling a fair maiden! Who here will volunteer to be his champion?”

“Go on Stace!” I heard Elise call. “Go help get my body back!”

Stacy, who was holding Elise’s head in her arms, shuffled about looking uncomfortable.

“I dunno Elise, I’m not very good at fighting. Shouldn’t he just give it back without me having to fight him for it?”

The frat boy cut her off.

“We have a champion!” he bellowed from above me. He skipped my body over to Stacy and Elise. “You volunteer to be champion?” he asked Stacy.

“Yes she does!” said Elise, quickly. “Go get him Stace.”

“Very well!”

The frat boy grabbed Stacy by the arm and led her reluctantly forward, leaving Elise’s head on the kitchen counter. 

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” said Stacy, glancing back at Elise. She eyed the fat kid with Elise’s body, who was busy looking down at his own chest.

“Don’t worry, young champion, you will not have to fight alone!” bellowed the frat boy. In one flamboyant motion he danced my body about, waving my head side to side, as if showing me off to a crowd. 

“Consider the fight…”

He raised my head high in the air. I tried to squirm, dizzy, but of course nothing happened.

“BEGUN!”

The frat boy slapped my head down onto Stacy’s shoulder. I felt her skin beneath me quickly knit itself around my neck, and then feeling returned to my body.

“Eek!” Stacy yelped, jumping into the air. And I felt her body move beneath me! I could feel her skinny little legs straighten, and her weak arms jerk briefly into the air. I felt so tiny, so weak!

I tried to raise my hands to my head, but only the left arm moved. The right arm must still be under Stacy’s control. Fucking hell, how was I meant to fight like this?

“Whaaaaaat....” whispered Stace from next to me. She gasped as I moved her left hand about in the air, flexing her fingers and inspecting the pale, freckled skin. Disgusting.

“Stop trying to move!” I told her. “Relax your other arm.”

Stacy gulped, but obeyed, letting her right arm flop down to her side. I tried again, and found that I could move that arm as well! I raised it into the air and clenched it hard before Stacy reasserted herself and took back control.

“Fuck.” I said to Stacy, “Looks like we each have control of half of the body. I can only control the other half when you relax.”

Stacy, dumbfounded, just nodded. Somehow I could feel that movement too.

“And we both can feel everything, I guess.”

The fat kid was still standing there, slapping Elise’s boobs side to side on his chest. I growled.

“Don’t try to do anything, Stacy. I’ll deal with fatso here.”

I tried to charge at the fat kid, but my right leg -- the one Stacy was in control of -- was slow to respond and we almost toppled to the ground. I punched the counter in frustration.

“Ouch! Hey!” said Stacy. I felt the pain too -- this tiny hand was not built for punching.

“Let me control it!” I shouted at her.

Angry, I tried to walk again and Stacy let up, giving up control of her legs to me. We marched over to the fat kid and I swung at his face.

And he took the hit, grinning. Fucking girl arms! Then he slapped me back with one of Elise’s hands. It stung.

I dove on top of him, tackling him to the ground roughly. Our boobs mushed together as we wrestled on the floor, each of us straining and pulling and hitting, but not really doing very much damage. He kicked me in the crotch with one of Elise’s shins. I gasped, but no pain came -- it felt just like getting kicked in the armpit. Unpleasant, but not debilitating.

I wriggled around and pulled with all my might, straining these little noodle arms, and finally managed to get behind Elise’s body and almost into a good position to choke him from behind. But right as I went to wrap my arms around his neck, Stacy’s right hand suddenly jerked off and began hitting him weakly in the side, doing no damage.

“Stacy!” I hissed, “What are you doing!”

“You weren’t winning! Let me have a turn!”

“I had a plan you fuckwit!”

I could feel deep within me Stacy trying to control my side of her body as well, but I quashed her attempt as easily as she quashed my attempt to control the right side. We strained internally, fighting with half a body each. The idiot!

Seeing his opportunity, the fat boy grabbed my arm in both hands and easily peeled it away from his neck. Normally Elise’s body was far too weak to overpower me like that -- even just one arm -- but my Stace’s skinny, pale arms were like toothpicks and my muscles hardly resisted at all.

He quickly rolled over and sat on my chest, enjoying his fitter body. Stace’s right arm was still wacking him ineffectively on the side, but he just ignored that and grinned down at me, raising a girly fist into the air. I tried to dodge, but Stace pulled the other way at the same time…

And then there was darkness.