When states began issuing stay-at-homes for people during the COVID crisis, I was happy. I was 19 and glad to not go back to college for the year. I preferred staying home, playing games, and doing some writing when I felt like it. The government was telling people who were 'at risk' to be especially careful. One such person was my neighbor, Lisa. Lisa was a widower, her husband died young at 42 years old. She was now 52 and lived alone. Although she was 33 years older than me and the same age as my own mother, I would still say Lisa was an attractive woman. Needless to say, one day when I was home alone and saw she was knocking on the front door, I was surprised. She looked to be in a bit of a hurry, but I invited her in.
I asked what she needed politely, and she began talking a mile a minute. She had waited until I was home alone to ask me this favor. She knew that I didn't have any obligations such as work or school and had a proposition. Lisa wanted to somehow trade bodies for the duration of the pandemic so she could take care of certain business without being told she shouldn't be out in public. I had to sit to ponder the offer. She told me that her house was stocked with food, drinks, and plenty of things to do and she had thousands in savings that I was welcome to use during the swap. I eventually accepted her proposition and she looked utterly relieved. She took me over to her house, which was much larger and nicer than my own family's, and we both laid down in her bed before she put an amulet on and then another around my neck. She uttered something I didn't understand, and after a temporary black-out, I was a few feet to my left, looking up at the ceiling.Lisa sat up in my body and looked at me with a joyous smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! I'll be sure to update you as we go. Have fun!" Before I could stop her and ask any questions, she ran off in my body. That meant I was now a 52 year old woman. I had to let that sink in before I got out of the bed. Eventually I sat up and noticed just how different things were. My joints were faintly stiff. I felt the soreness of my new middle-age in my bones. I stood up and timidly approached the body mirror on the other side of the room. I cringed a little upon seeing that I was, in fact, Lisa.
I took time to admire and explore the body I'd been given. My blonde hair was obviously dyed to maintain a youthful look, but it was soft nevertheless, and it felt super odd having that much hair on my head. Seeing someone else's face in the mirror took a lot of getting used to, but eventually I came to appreciate my mature countenance. Lisa's body was hairless from the neck down. I stripped out of the t- shirt and leggings she was wearing to reveal she hadn't dressed in underwear when she came to make the deal with me. I slowly ran a hand alone each arm, feeling my new skin, noticing the pale complexion and freckles I'd inherited. I was skinny. Not rail-thin, but there wasn't much fat to be found. I even realized that Lisa was pretty muscular for her age. My newfound breasts were quite round for being in my 50's and I decided they must not be natural. Still, though, I enjoyed almost an hour of fondling them, and my nipples were sensitive all the same. I looked further down, taking in the idea of no longer having a penis. My new sex was clean-shaven and it seemed as if Lisa hadn't been fucked in quite some time. After running a hand over it several times, I gently inserted a finger and found that it was as tight as my high school girlfriend's pussy. Afterward, I got to know the shape of my ass and appreciated the thickness of both my rear and my thighs. Once the initial shock of becoming a woman wore off, I explored my new home. As I said, it was large. Three stories and a furnished basement. The bedroom was massive and had two closets and a personal full bathroom. In one walk-in closet, I found thousands of outfits. In the other, toys. Yes, toys. Sex toys of all sorts, shapes, and styles. Along with the toys, lingerie. Hundreds of different sets. I guess this is where her husband's life insurance was spent. In the bathroom I came across a dozen different antidepressants and anxiety medications still in their bottles, as well as assorted painkillers. It was odd, Lisa didn't seem like an addict. On the ground floor, Lisa kept a very well stocked liquor cabinet, and in the basement, I found a massive wine cellar. As it turned out, Lisa lived like a queen. I even discovered that her office was home to a PC that put mine to shame. I assumed she bought that for me before the swap. Who knows....
The first month or so was crazy. I spent most of the days drinking to the point of blackout and then playing games on the PC. I made use of the disposable income she allowed me and bought dozens of games. I found it tough, though with my uncoordinated, mature body to be any good. And after a time, I got uncontrollably horny. I began spending my days experimenting with the plethora of toys. And eventually after that got uninteresting, I started posting myself on the internet. MILF forums loved me. It was 3 months after the change that Lisa came to me in my body and broke the news. She was never swapping us back. She was in love with my youth and planned to keep it. If I protested or spoke out, she'd call me a crazy old lady who was delusional over the death of her husband. I accepted my fate. But I realized that my savings as Lisa were dwindling. I'd spent so much and made none. That's when I turned to Onlyfans to make it back. In three months I was making $5k a month from my fans. Soon after that, the virus passed and I got into adult films. Paid, of course. My tapes sold like hotcakes and I settled into my life as a sexy vixen who worked the internet scene like a pro.
