Although I had not read Wodehouse's "Laughing Gas" as a child, I often fantasized about going under and waking up in the body of a grown man who had gone into the dentists as well. I imagined myself groggily waking up and seeing my new, handsome, craggy face with actual stubble, running my hands over it, and getting outside to look for my new car. I would marvel at my suit and tie, and my long legs, and look around to make sure my parents weren't following me. I fantasized about going through my new wallet and looking at my new address. Back then there was no internet, so I fantasized about going through phone books and maps trying to figure out where I lived. I also worried slightly about how I would drive. I didn't really think I would absorb knowledge of my new body's former life so I anticipated having to learn very quickly and try to stick to streets that didn't have a lot of traffic. I pictured myself practicing by getting the car to a parking lot nearby and going in circles until I was ready for traffic. The idea scared me a lot but the danger of the situation was outmatched by my new certain freedom. Surely my new body would not dare to make the accusation of switching bodies with me. Surely he would wake up and be just as certain that he was in a new body. Surely he wouldn't say anything! I would be so free!
After the all important step of driving I would finally find my new house. I would marvel at using MY new keys to open the door of MY new bachelor pad. I pictured having all these rooms to myself, of having furniture of my VERY own. The idea made me giddy. I imagined myself in my new body watching TV without anyone telling me what I could and couldn't see. I pictured myself staring at the mirror at my new huge muscles and smiling as I posed in the mirror, fascinated by my HAIR! Glorious chest hair sprawled over my manly chest. And sprouted under my muscular arms. I would just stay there and stay there, so proud of my new body.
Then, after a while I would have to figure out where I worked. Since I couldn't very well contact my old family I would just have to figure it out. I would have to go through all my new things and look for an address book. I would look for clues. Who was I now? It would be so much fun. I would look in my garage and marvel I also had a MOTORCYCLE complete with outfits for it and a helmet. Then I would get back to looking for paperwork or any kind of sign as to what I did. I would find a briefcase, with notes and letter heading with the address and name of my employer. I would look up what they did and begin wondering how I would go about impersonating my new adult form. I would have to just figure everything out myself! I would be scared but CERTAIN I could do what ANY adult could do!
What was your first body swap fantasy? Or revenge body transformation fantasy? When did you first start to fantasize?