A car accident leaves a dropout brother swapped into his perfect sister's body in Moving On, available on Smashwords, Amazon and Body Swap Stories.

I was always the screw-up of the family while my sister was the golden child. She was gorgeous, smart and popular while I was…well…not. But then we were involved in a car accident and I woke up in the hospital somehow in her body.

Maybe when she awakes we can work on fixing this together. For now, I'm pretending to be her so people don't think I have some sort of serious brain injury. I'm trying to convince myself I'm just holding her place, keeping her life warm for her.

But the longer I'm inside her body the more I like it.

I'm soft and sexy and my sister's body is oh-so-responsive. It feels so incredible to touch myself and to have her boyfriend inside me. Among others.

I know I shouldn't be doing any of this. I shouldn't be going this wild in my sister's body. But I can't help myself and now…I think I want to stay.

Being back home from college for spring break should have been relaxing. Instead, it just served to remind me of how much better things had been when I was in high school. Back then I didn’t have a roommate whose stinky socks choked up the small dorm room we shared. The sheets on my bed were changed every week. I wasn’t on the verge of flunking out and desperately trying to keep that secret from my parents.

“Carter?” My dad knocked on the door and I roused myself from the bed, shuffling around the dirty clothes on the floor to unlock the door.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve been holed up in your room all day. Come downstairs. Your mom wants to see you while you’re home. And comb your hair.”

I glanced at the mirror hanging askew from my closet. I had a serious case of bedhead and dark circles under my eyes despite how much sleep I was getting. Stress does that to you.

Dad had already gone back downstairs without waiting for a response, expecting me to obey just like I had when I was younger. I noticed he didn’t say anything about him wanting to see me. That would have been just a shade too close to showing some affection. Oh, it was just fine to show affection to my sister, apparently. That’s because she was a girl. But guys didn’t do that to each other. A hearty handshake and a slap on the back was about all I ever got. And yet here I was still terrified of disappointing him.

I scrounged about for the least stained pair of pants I could find and slid them up my tubby waist. They were tighter than they’d been even a few weeks ago, a testament to the amount of junk food I’d been stress eating. Fortunately I bought my shirts large so they obscured my growing gut. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it down as best as I could before slumping downstairs.

“I thought you’d be in bed all day, sleepyhead!” My mom chirped when I finally made it downstairs. “There are some leftover pancakes in the fridge.”

“Thanks, mom.” I kissed her on the cheek and retrieved the plastic tub of pancakes from the fridge before settling down at the kitchen table to eat them cold.

“Do you want to heat them up?” My mom asked.

“Nah. These are good,” I said, stuffing another one in my mouth.

Maybe if I just kept my mouth full I wouldn’t have to answer questions about college. Or why I’d not gotten that internship last fall. Or when I was going to bring Emma home to meet my family. If my dad cared too little my mom cared too much.

“So, how are you and Emma?” My mom asked, as if reading my mind.

I took my time chewing before responding. “We broke up.” As if it was mutual.

“Ohh,” she pursed her lips. “That’s too bad. I liked her.”

Way to rub it in, mom.

Thankfully, my little sister, Daisy, traipsed down the stairs at that moment, interrupting me from further interrogation. I say “little” but Daisy had grown into a young woman since I’d been away. She was eighteen now—I’d remembered to call on her birthday at least—and much livelier, blonder and prettier than I’d ever been. With her sun-kissed skin, petite frame and adorable features it was no wonder she was the school heartthrob. It was hard to be jealous of her because she was just so goddamn nice.

“He’s alive!” She shouted when she saw me.

“Hey, scrub,” I said, using my pet name for her.

“Hey, dinky” she replied in kind.

I set the pancake container on the table, stood and affectionately ruffled her silky blonde hair into a mess like I knew she hated. She pushed me away, laughing, and made a face before smoothing her hair back down. I glanced at her outfit: tight jeans and a flowery top. A little gold pendant hung down between her…holy hell when did she grow breasts?

“Got a big date tonight or something?” I said, flustered.

“Not tonight.”

“Ooh.”

And…when did my little sister start dating?

Mom answered, again like she was reading my mind. “Daisy and Jefferson are dating now. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Mom!” Daisy squeaked.

“Well, it is,” mom insisted.

“Honey, don’t embarrass her,” dad spoke up from the living room where he’d stretched out to read the newspaper.

“She’s not embarrassing her,” I joked. “Mom’s just saying it’s cute the way Daisy has smoochy woochies with her boo boo.”

“Carter!” Daisy turned her ire on me. She had that edge in her voice that told me I really needed to knock it off.

“Carter!” My dad echoed from the living room.

Christ. Take her side all the time why don’t you, dad?

I raised my hands in mock surrender. “Sometimes I forget how old you are.”

Mom turned to me, opening her mouth like she was about to say something so I looked quickly to Daisy.

“Want to go for a drive?”

“Sure.”

“It’s raining,” mom said.

I put on my sandals and grabbed my keys off the side table in the hallway. “They’ve invented this new thing called a roof. My car has one. It keeps us from getting wet.”

“It will be fine, mom,” Daisy assured her, before pecking her on the cheek and slipping out to the garage with me.

Daisy and I often took drives together. It was one of the few times we could be away from my parents and we used the opportunity to talk about stuff we didn’t want them to hear.

The rain beat down on the roof as I slowly made my way through our suburb to the highway in my beat up white Civic. I had a quarter tank of gas left before I’d have to beg dad for gas money.

“You doing okay, Carter?” Daisy asked when we were on the highway.

“Yeah. I don’t know. No. Not really.”

“I got some whiplash on that one. You look a little down. And are you packing on the senior fifteen?” She asked, poking my stomach.

“Quit it,” I said, a little too harshly and pushed her hand away, the car swerving slightly on the slick surface of the road as I did so.

“Sorry,” she replied quietly.

I sighed. “It’s not you. Just everything else. God, I think I’m going to flunk out and then dad will kill me.”

There. I said it. There was silence for a beat.

“Well… are you sure? Can you do some, I don’t know, extra credit or something? Talk to a teacher?”

That was Daisy’s attitude. Everything could be fixed with enough resolve. But not this.

“It’s not just the grades; it’s everything. I just don’t care anymore. Emma dumped me. Half my work apparently isn’t up to standards. College isn’t for me but I’ve already put so much time into it.”

“The sunk cost fallacy,” Daisy muttered.

“What’s that?”

“You’re the sociology major. You should know.”

“Obviously, not a very good one.”

I gritted my teeth and gripped the wheel tighter. The downpour had increased and it was getting harder to see the lines on the road. The roar of the rain thudding on to the roof made it difficult to hear Daisy when she replied.

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