Bros Before Hoes - Sex Stories

Bros Before Hoes

... platform shifting with the weight applied from his step along with a subtle squeak following behind. He immediately recognizes the platform to be a bed. He’s in someone’s bedroom. But as he’s coming to terms with his current environment, he hears something that freezes him in place,

‘Woah, this bottle is stronger than I thought it’d be. I’m already getting light headed.’

There’s no mistaking that voice. That’s Jenna’s. Milo snaps his eyes open, dreading the sight of the soulless blue eyes of the sadistic brunette. However, to his surprise, she’s nowhere to be found. He scans the bedroom for the girl, but she’s not seen anywhere. But during his search, he feels a slightly irritating sensation on his shoulders. He reaches for the source of the feelings, discovering it to be...his long...brown...hair.

‘The hell?’ he questions in his head,

‘Wait, who said that?’ Jenna’s voice questions,

‘Where the hell are you?!’ he exclaims, walking all over the room,

‘What the fuck is going on?! Why can’t I move where I want?!’

Milo relentlessly continues his pursuit, checking under the collection of plushies on the bed.

‘Wait, stop! I just organized those!’

Looking in the closet and carelessly tossing aside the shirts, skirts, dresses, and cheerleader uniforms.

‘Quit it! You’re going to rip them!’

Ripping down the signed boy band and inspiration posters to find a hole or something.

‘No! What is wrong with you?! I got that for my 6th birthday, you ...

... asshole!’

But coming up short at every turn. And the constant sounds of disapproval to his actions are driving him insane. Why can he hear her, but not see her? What did Rayleigh do to him?

In his pursuit, he passes by a mirror, catching a glimpse of himself. And with the brief sight of the reflection, he immediately recognizes that something isn’t right. He hesitantly steps in front of the mirror, taking a look at what is shown before him. His growing confusion and anger are immediately mixed with shock and horror.

His rugged hands have been replaced with the soft pale hands that have slapped his butt, earning a loud sound to be heard that caused him to catch the blame and be labeled a perv. His long hairy legs have been replaced with the short smooth legs that pinned down his arms while being force fed worms. His emerald green eyes have been replaced with the soulless blue eyes that gleefully watched his suffering over the years. His lightly bearded stoic face has been replaced with the clean silky face that smiles and laughs at his misfortunes. He is Jenna.

Milo stumbles back in disbelief. He’s in the body of the person he hates more than life itself. Why would Rayleigh do this to him? Where is he?

“Wow, you really don’t make it hard to find out where you are, huh?” he hears Bianca’s voice say behind him.

He turns around to the door and he spots the caramel toned girl standing in the doorframe accompanied with her signature curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and smug ...