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  Dennis had to find someone, anyone. The elixir was accelerating, but if he could find someone he could trust then maybe there was a hope he could pull himself out of the hell he’d created for himself.  Months ago he’d stumbled on it, a metaphorical fountain of youth. A potion known only as the “Elixir” an alleged dirty secret floating around in less reputable portions of the scientific community, written off as laughably absurd at it’s best, and downright dangerous by less charitable. But worse, supposedly there were scientists he’d met that claimed to have experience with it, or at the very least had heard through a friend of a friend of what it could do.   It could make you younger, and sexually desirable to everyone around you, more confident. As a scientific mind, he had to explore this. A means to refreshing your youthfulness? To enhancing confidence? If that could be reliable reproduced and made accessible to the world..he couldn’t fathom the possibilities....

 ‘Twas the night before the night befor christmas, and all through the house, not a creatures was stirring. Well, save the only two people in the house.    Avery’s parents were divorced and he was trapped with his dad this year. Something that was so dull it was likely to drive him to minor insanity from the pure uneventfulness of it. His father Thomas was a boring, no thrills, play everything safe kind of individual which made doing anything fun next to impossible during the time he had to stay with him. It was weird because it made him wonder why it was his mother had left dad in the first place, what was there to possibly be worth getting a divorce over.  He sat around playing a video game in the living room, tv muted, headset on. A bored 17 year old with nothing to do.  “Hey buddy” he heard his dad before he felt a package land on the spot on the couch below his feet. got a gift in the mail today”  He stared at the plain package and picked it up  “...

So this was going to be a Black Library Cap. but I've since kind of decided I would put it up here and see how well it's received.  The title is a nod to the classic series of Fictionmania stories "Changing Channels" by Zouscha, but that is where the connection ends sadly. Anyhow. Hope you like it.

Can you believe this shirt still fits me?  Yeah I know, I know it's a dumb shirt. You know you've been kind of an asshole swince the body swap pulse Chris.  It's been 4 months, Tina fits me more than it does you, you know.  Stop being so dramatic.  You know....I've been having a hard time figuring out what to get you for christmas, but I think I figured it out. I don't mind giving it out early. Close your eyes.  SURPRISE!  You like it?  Hehe, didn't think you'd ever be on the giving end of a strip tease would you?~ oh come on, like you expected me to not get into your little sexy suit case? The luggage code isn't even that complicated, it's your birthday.  oh shut up it's not like anyones around to see...and I can tell you like it.  You know... if you wanted, I think I might have a way to help you finally adjust to my old body Close your eyes.  *Zip*

Initially it had been a plan to teach Curtis a lesson about respecting his older sisters  and not being a sexist asshole. The both of them had wagered in rock, paper scissors to see who’d get stuck in his body while the winner would show him what being a girl was all about and why it was harder overall to be a girl.  But then, something unexpected happened. Samantha found that watching her brother awkwardly but slowly getting more “into the part” of being Susan turned her on more than anything she’d ever seen in her life. She’d never been into girls, let alone her sister, and yet she found herself getting hot as she showed the new “Susan” the finer points of the fairer sex. Even more so with Susan in Curtis’ body.  Which slowly but surely lead to the slow blossoming idea… Curtis was reluctant, but surely over the days of Samantha showing him things about Susan and being a woman in general he found himself growing more and more into being Susan, being female. ...

Sometimes, lightning strikes twice in a day. Maybe threetimes ;)