HEARTS SWAPPED: A GENDER SWAP STORY

chapter 3

At first, Mohan called his parents. They greeted him warmly, saying, “Hey Mohana, what are you doing, honey? How are you? How’s Sanjay?”

Mohan’s eyes widened in shock. “What did you just call me? Mohana?”

His mother, sounding concerned, asked, “What’s wrong, baby? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” Mohan replied, though his mind was spinning. After a few minutes of uneasy conversation, he hung up, still trying to process what had just happened.

Suddenly, Sanjana burst into the room, breathing heavily. “Mohan, Mohan!” she gasped.

“What? What’s wrong?” Mohan asked, startled.

Sanjana, still catching her breath, blurted, “My father called just now. He referred to me as ‘Sanjay,’ and he spoke to me as if I were his son.”

Mohan’s eyes widened further as he realized something strange was happening. “My parents did the same thing—they talked to me like I was a girl. My mother called me ‘Mohana.’”

Sanjana’s face paled. “Something’s seriously wrong,” she whispered. “We need to figure this out.”

Mohan, trying to make sense of the situation, thought aloud. “I think reality has changed. It’s like we were born as the opposite gender.”

Sanjana stared at him, stunned. “What? How could that even happen? What are we supposed to do?”

Mohan paused for a moment, then spoke with determination. “I think the statue we saw in that shop is responsible. It must have changed us. We need to go back and find out more about it.”

Sanjana nodded, her expression resolute. “You’re right. Let’s get ready and go back there immediately.”

As they headed to their room to change, they both froze in surprise. Their wardrobes had completely swapped—Mohan’s clothes were replaced with dresses and other women’s clothing, while Sanjana’s wardrobe was filled with men’s attire.

“Oh shit!” Mohan exclaimed, staring at the unfamiliar clothes.

Sanjana echoed his disbelief. “This is crazy!” she said, looking at her own set of clothing.

Mohan, overwhelmed by the situation, turned to Sanjana. “I don’t know how to dress like this… Can you help me?”

Sanjana smiled, trying to keep things light. “Of course. Let’s get you sorted.”

Mohan went to take a bath first, still reeling from the bizarre events. As he stood under the warm water, he found himself exploring his new female body. The soft, smooth skin felt foreign, almost unreal. His hands trailed down to his chest, where he found two small, firm breasts. His fingers brushed against his nipples, which had hardened like bullets, sending a wave of unfamiliar sensation through his body.

Curiosity and nervousness warred within him as his hands drifted lower. His heart raced as he touched his new intimate area. He hesitated for a moment, but an overwhelming urge pushed him forward. Slowly, he inserted a finger, and an intense, heavenly sensation washed over him. He moaned loudly, unable to control the pleasure coursing through him. He stayed there for about 15 minutes, lost in the surreal experience.

Outside, Sanjana heard his moans but remained silent. She knew he needed time to adjust to his new body.

Mohan eventually stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a towel wrapped around his chest like a girl. He looked at Sanjana, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Sanjana smiled reassuringly. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

Mohan hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of wearing women’s clothes. “This feels so weird…”

Sanjana gently calmed him down. “You’re a girl now, Mohan. It’s okay to wear a dress. What do you want to wear?”

Mohan thought for a moment, eyeing the wardrobe. “Uh… maybe that red churidar?”

“Good choice,” Sanjana said. “But first, you need to wear a bra and panties.”

Mohan blinked in disbelief. “A bra? Oh, God…”

Reluctantly, he went to the wardrobe and slipped on the panties, but he couldn’t figure out how to wear the bra. He called out, “Sanjana, help me! I have no idea how this works.”

Sanjana chuckled and came to his aid, fastening the bra with practiced ease. “You’ll need to learn this, you know,” she teased.

Mohan grinned sheepishly as he slipped into the churidar top and pants. The soft fabric clung to his unfamiliar curves, and he felt both awkward and amazed by how different everything was.

“Now,” Sanjana said, “Let’s fix your hair.”

Mohan shrugged. “Anything is fine. I don’t really know what to do with it.”

Sanjana gathered his long, dense hair and tied it into a cute ponytail. “There, you look great!”

“Now for some makeup,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Mohan groaned. “Are you using me as a Barbie doll?”

Sanjana laughed. “Not at all! Just a little bit of makeup to bring out your natural beauty.”

After some light makeup, Mohan looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. The reflection staring back at him was that of a beautiful woman. “Wow,” he muttered, turning his head slightly to admire his new look. “I guess it was worth the torture.”

Sanjana smiled, pleased with her work. “See? You’re gorgeous!”

Mohan laughed, finally feeling a little more at ease. “Alright, now it’s your turn, darling. Time to see how you handle dressing up as a man. Revenge time!”

Sanjana grinned playfully, “Bring it on!”