The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

the Saturday Switch

I smiled widely hugging my pillow as tight as I could slightly muttering into the cotton "ummm y/n" I smiled giving my pillow some soft little kisses, but as I woke up more I noticed something out of the ordinary. It wasn't hard. That's odd. I am almost every morning In fact between my legs felt a little wet oh fuck please tell me I didn't. I sat up and stretched yawning a little before I opened my eyes.

And I screamed in shock before putting a hand over my mouth.

I knew this room this is y/n's room! I could see all of her bedroom much how I last saw it, her curtains drawn keeping out the sun, her little wardrobe shut up, all her little things where they usually lived. I could see myself in the mirror of her vanity I was… in her body. 

Sat in her little purple bedspread, wearing only her little loose-fitting drama club shirt without a bra or panties, her hair in a little bun tied up with a purple ribbon. I ran my hands all over this body feeling so soft and squishy. My god if I could get hard I'd be harder then ever before. I couldn't stop looking at this body running my hands all over it. For a moment I panicked how much time would I have in this body? I don't know but I'm not wasting it. I grasped my breasts in my hands giving them a fondle and squeeze uhhhh so much bigger then I imagined the moment I began fondling my nipples started getting hard so I gently rubbed on them to give them a little friction fuck how does she leave this body alone! I couldn't help myself I moved my hand under the covers for a moment confused how exactly this worked but after a few attempts at things I figured out the exact spot and style I needed to do to cause enough pleasure to make this body squirt with excitement my eyes rolling back into my head trying not to scream in pleasure it didn't take long she clearly hadn't done it in a while so much so when I hit the orgasum I pretty much reached another plane of existence unable to move my body for a minute or two … fuck. Girls… girls feel better. Somehow. But they do. When I regained some thought I sat up and it occurred to me if I'm in y/n's body she's likely in mine. Hu. Why isn't she beating the door down in anger? Ohh its half seven yeah my body is not going to be awake yet better not waste my time.

I leaped out of bed and threw the little shirt onto the bedsheets immediately looking at every inch of this body in the mirror uhhhh fuck. Why the hell does she keep this in those stuffy little pinafores! My god I've seen porn stars that didn't have bodies like this! … ummm wait I get to choose what she wears today. Ohhh yeah! I'm gonna make her look so hot! I dug through her wardrobe for a while digging out an adorable little outfit with boots, thigh high socks, a cute little skirt, and a top that was basically a bra doing her hair up in a little braid but… umm it looks too good. And I quickly jumped back into bed for another round. 

I laid Still snug in the bed after all that when the door burst open and I saw my body looking very very angry. 

"Hi" I smiled