CYOC: Stuck as my little cousin (A Body Swap Story)
This story is based on the “Family Swap Tradition” branch up to the point of the chapter “Stuck as my little cousin”. All due credits to the anonymous authors and grayman. Added my own photos and twist to the story.
But if you want to read the original, you can read it here: https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_162577/branch_171502.html
Branches:
Family swap tradition
Dylan’s perspective of the family swap tradition
Dylan is now little Kenny
Dylan and Kenny's First Night
Stuck As My Little Cousin
Reading the CYOC branches are not necessary and you can jump into the story here:
Dylan and Kenny were more than just cousins—they were bound by an unusual family tradition that made their connection even more unique. Every winter, their extended family gathered at their old cabin in the mountains, a tradition that had been passed down for generations. It wasn't just a time for reminiscing and bonding over hot cocoa by the fireplace; there was something much more profound that set their family apart. Each year, without fail, every adult in the family swapped bodies with another adult, and every child swapped with another child. It was a secret they held close, a ritual as ordinary to them as opening presents on Christmas morning. It was said to strengthen the family, to allow everyone to see life from another's perspective—literally.
Ten years ago, when Dylan had just turned eighteen, he had been poised to join the ranks of the adults for the body swap. However, because he had only barely crossed the threshold into adulthood, he had still been considered part of the children's group. That year, his eight-year-old cousin Kenny was part of the lottery as well. As fate would have it, they drew each other's names, an event that hadn't occurred in a while. The family was thrilled at the coincidence, seeing it as a rare and special bond between the two cousins. Dylan, on the other hand, had his reservations. He had always looked forward to swapping with the adults, but instead, he found himself in the body of his younger cousin.
As the swap took effect, Kenny marveled at his new height and strength, eagerly flexing his fingers and running around in Dylan’s teenage body. He found immense joy in doing things he normally couldn’t—opening jars with ease, lifting heavier objects, and even reaching the top shelves without a stool. Dylan, however, was far less enthused about his new perspective. Everything seemed too big, too overwhelming. He missed his independence, his deeper voice, and the physical confidence that came with being eighteen. Despite his discomfort, he tried to make the most of it, knowing the tradition meant it was only temporary.
As the week at the cabin came to an end, everyone gathered in the living room to swap back to their original bodies. One by one, family members reclaimed their identities, until, at last, it was time for Dylan and Kenny. But Kenny had other plans. That night, while Dylan had fallen asleep, Kenny, still in Dylan’s body, carried him to the room where his younger self usually slept. With his father’s help, he tucked Dylan into bed and declared that the swap had already been reversed. His father accepted it without question, trusting the ritual to have gone as planned. In Kenny’s mind, he had just secured himself an entirely new life.
The next morning, Dylan woke up in a panic. He was still in Kenny’s small body. Rushing out of bed, he tried to explain to Uncle Frank, his supposed father now, that something was terribly wrong. But Uncle Frank dismissed his claims with a chuckle, patting his head and telling him that he should let go of his jealousy. No one believed him. They all assumed he was just a child clinging to the experience of being older, something that had happened before with other kids in the past. Try as he might, Dylan couldn’t convince anyone that he had been cheated out of his rightful life.
For the next ten years, Dylan lived as Kenny, forced to relive childhood, go through school again, and watch his former self—now Kenny—live the life that should have been his. He struggled academically, not because he wasn’t intelligent, but because he had already learned everything before. The frustration of redoing classes he had already passed as Dylan gnawed at him. He withdrew from extracurricular activities, lacking the motivation to repeat experiences. Socially, he felt isolated, unable to connect with his peers the way he had when he was truly a child. He lived in a state of detachment, simply going through the motions until he could finally reclaim his real life. Physically, Dylan remained relatively unchanged. His frame remained lean, his voice barely deepened, and puberty didn’t bless him with the same physical advantages he had once had.
(Dylan in Kenny’s 18-year-old body)
It was a stark contrast to what had happened to Kenny. Kenny, living in Dylan’s body, flourished. He embraced adulthood with vigor, excelling in college and later building a promising career. He worked out religiously, sculpting a body that exuded strength and confidence. He took on responsibilities Dylan would have had, networking, dating, and becoming an entirely new person. The family never suspected a thing—they simply believed Kenny had matured well and Dylan had taken a different path.
Each winter at the cabin, Dylan watched as his true body continued to change, growing further away from him. Kenny wore it effortlessly, almost as if he had truly become Dylan. Meanwhile, Dylan felt perpetually stuck, his aspirations put on hold, his identity in limbo. For a decade, he was trapped.
(Kenny in Dylan’s 28-year-old body)
But this year was different. Dylan’s original body was now twenty-eight, and his current one—Kenny’s—was finally eighteen. As the family gathered for their annual ritual, Dylan’s heart pounded. This was his last chance. And then, to everyone’s amazement, Dylan and Kenny drew each other’s names once again. A rare stroke of fate had given Dylan what he had wished for all these years. The swap happened in an instant, and suddenly, Dylan was back in his own body.
(Kenny back in his body)
(Kenny trying to get used to being Kenny again)
(Dylan back in his original body)
(Dylan trying to get used to being Dylan again)
As they sat together after the swap, Kenny looked at Dylan with an expression that was both apologetic and uncertain. "I stole your life," he admitted. "I was just a kid, but I knew what I was doing. I got used to being you, and I—" He trailed off, unable to meet Dylan’s eyes. Dylan let out a slow breath, absorbing the weight of the words. "It’s been ten years," he finally said. "And I guess… it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re back where we’re supposed to be. That’s what counts."
But then Kenny hesitated. "Actually… I wanted to ask you something," he said carefully. "Would it be okay if we swapped again at the end of the trip? I’ve been you for so long. I don’t know how to be myself anymore." Dylan blinked. He wasn’t sure how to respond. A part of him wanted to shout no, but another part of him understood. He left the question unanswered, letting it hang between them like the snowflakes drifting outside the cabin window.
Over the next few days, Dylan struggled to reacquaint himself with his original body. He felt unfamiliar in his own skin—too tall, too muscular, too hairy. His movements felt heavier, more deliberate. He had spent so many years as Kenny that being Dylan again felt alien. He caught his reflection in the mirror and barely recognized himself. Meanwhile, Kenny, back in his original body, wrestled with the same feeling in reverse. He missed the confidence of his old self, the maturity, the strength. Looking at Dylan, he felt like he was staring at a stranger inhabiting the body he had called home for ten years.
(Cousins trying to adapt)
By the end of the week, Dylan made his decision. After several deep conversations, both he and Kenny realized they had fully adapted to their switched lives. "Let’s do it," Dylan told Kenny. "You feel more like Dylan, and I feel more like Kenny. We’ve been each other for too long to go back now." The weight of the decision settled between them, but rather than hesitation, there was a shared sense of relief. Kenny’s face broke into a wide smile, and Dylan felt a surprising sense of contentment. They performed the swap one last time, and when it was done, there was no regret, no confusion—only peace. From that moment forward, Dylan thought of himself as Kenny, and Kenny thought of himself as Dylan. They had lived each other's lives for so long that, in the end, it only felt right. They embraced, not as two people returning to their old selves, but as two men who had found where they truly belonged.
so i'll be casuallly working my way through @/anyhao's ask game - i thought the prompts were so fun that i'd do them regardless of the fact that it's an ask game :)
Girl Group!
bonbon girls/soloist chen zhuoxuan: main vocal (b. 1997)
everglow yiren: main dancer, rapper (b. 2000)
fromis_9 hayoung: leader, main vocal, lead dancer (b. 1997)
mimiirose inn hyori: lead vocal (b. 2000)
woo!ah! nana: main dancer, vocal, rap (b. 2001)
mtg kang eunwoo: main vocal (b. 2002)
niziu mayuka: maknae, main rapper (b. 2003)
details
average age: 22
nationality: 4 korean 2 chinese 1 japanese
weak point: dance, but they're all great performers
strong point: vocals
concept: similar to ive but stronger...ive with a little lesserafim thrown in. im imagining a lot of powerhouse vocal moments & elegant but complex choreo. 20% cute + 45% elegant + 35% "strong"
song recs: lesserafim's blue flame, gwsn's tweaks, exid's cream
Boy Group!
cha hakyeon: leader, main dancer, vocal (b. 1990)
wayv ten: main dancer, vocal (b. 1996)
cho seungyoun/woodz: lead vocal, rapper (b. 1996)
ateez seonghwa: main vocal (b. 1998)
onlyoneof junji: vocal (b. 1998)
chuang 2021 xue bayi: lead dancer, vocal (b. 1999)
chuang 2021 hu yetao: maknae, lead rapper, lead dancer (b. 2000)
details
average age: 25
nationality: 4 korean, 2 chinese, 1 thai chinese
weak point: none tbh
strong point: dance
concept: onlyoneof's "art hoe" concept was on my mind while assembling this group. i think they would do well adding a bit more...techy sounds? and khh into the mix, like 80% onlyoneof, 10% aespa, 10% dean
song recs: onlyoneof's designer, haeil's magical, xiso's poppy
[Since it seems like CYOC may be down for good, I’m going to share some of my favorite stories that were once available on that site, spruced up with grammar fixes and some AI images.
This story (which combines a few branches) was written by ThePsycho. If you are the author and either want this taken down or want me to link to a place where fans can support you, please DM me.]
In the not too distant future, an elite group of scientists, belonging to a nameless sect and working in secret to develop questionable technology, have had a breakthrough. The same geniuses responsible for numerous advances in transformation technology have developed an implantable chip, nearly microscopic in size and yet indestructible that can transform its host at a molecular level, altering their DNA temporary. The changes are slow, agonizing yet potent, affecting the host’s physical and mental structure and though means unknown even their clothing.
Somewhere in the shadows of Washington, a nameless senator responsible for the funding of this twisted team has also given approval for the testing of this technology on young criminals as part of a double-edged scheme that will attempt to rehabilitate them through the threat of making them something they despise and at the same time allowing the scientists plenty of specimens to help them work out a few… glitches.
Centers have already been set up in countless major cities across the US where juvenile delinquents are pouring in from flooded reclamation centers eager to pass the punks off on someone else without a word. All of them are tested to determine their personality, physical makeup, likes and dislikes and all of them are chipped. None are told more than that their will be dire consequences for future disobedience.
The doors opened and in walked two brothers, though by the looks of them you would never know they were even closely related. Standing tall and confident was Brad. Brad was 18, 6 feet tall, 200 pounds of muscle, and captain of the football team. His blond hair was in a neat crew cut. A sports jersey hugged every curve of his built chest and tight cargos (exposing a prominent bulge) clung to his hairy, tree trunk legs. Expensive Nikes adorned his rather large feet. Even in this disquieting place, his rugged face bore a winning, cocky grin and his brilliant blue eyes glowed with victory. Every cell of his body radiated power, confidence and masculinity. Brad was the favorite son, playing sports since he could grasp a ball and popular with everyone, especially the ladies. Brad was proud to be scoring as much off the field as on. Like all popular jocks, he didn’t shy away from partying and the occasional drink, but he wasn’t dumb. He actually maintained fairly good grades so he could get a good scholarship and have something to fall back on after football. He was the all American dream and his parent’s pride and joy.
His brother, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Andy was the little brother, 16, 5’5" and lean. He wasn’t without muscles. Indeed, constant surfing endowed him with a nice overall tone and a striking tan that made even the athletic Brad look like a ghost next to him. His long dark hair hung like a veil in front of his mysterious green eyes, always staring into an unseen world. As he walked the slapping of his flip flops could be heard. Flowery boardies came to just above his knees and a wife beater hugged his chest, exposing his dark, toned arms. A red, yellow and green anklet gave a clue to his favorite hobby. Abhorrence and jealousy of his popular brother had warped his personality for the worst, and rather than strive to be like his brother he had taken to loathing all he stood for. Andy spent his days surfing and smoking weed, chilling with friends and letting the herb take all his concerns away, never mind that he worried his parents to death and was in danger of being held back.
Brad consequently came to hate his little brother, who his parents had to constantly tend to, drawing attention from him. Brad despised everything about Andy, his small frame, his apathy and disregard and most of all his smoking.
Their parents knew sibling rivalry was natural and inevitable and were content to let it run its course, but the fights grew worse, Brad on one occasion broke Andy’s arm and Andy in response took his lighter and burned Brad’s cheek. They heard from a friend of a center that dealt with juvenile delinquents and was also trying out some experimental, revolutionary sibling therapy. They were quick to send in their kids, the several thousand dollars for participating was more than enough to get them to sign any and all waiver papers.
The boys were quickly separated and placed in separate rooms where they were evaluated and secretly chipped. The man in the room with Brad informed him they had placed an experimental chip in his brother and that if he called him “Rob,” he would trigger a several hour long transformation into the perfect jock brother he had always wanted who would play sports and go to parties with him. Brad smiled at the thought of being able to make his useless brother a strong jock, a real brother to play catch with, go on double dates and get shit faced with to celebrate a victory.
In another room, a man was explaining to Andy that by calling his brother “Chad,” he would temporarily transform his uptight, sports-centered brother into a laid back stoner who loved surfing and chilling. Neither sibling was informed of there own chip or trigger and both were sent home with no directions or orders on how or when to use the command, they were left to their own wills.
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Not long after they got home, Brad was working out in his room, already planning to teach Andy a lesson and turn him into Rob. Their parents were out for the day, likely not to return until late in the evening. Conditions were perfect to spend some good brother time with the football star, Rob. With renewed strength and determination, he finished his set, wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over to Andy’s room. In contrast to Brad’s large, relatively clean room, which he adorned with his sports trophies and posters of cheerleaders, Andy’s room was small, with clothes and surfing magazines scattered in piles every which way and the foul stench of pot drifted into the hall. Brad covered his nose at the offensive odor. Andy lay in his bed, likely blazed, as he stared up into the ceiling and listened to his stoner music through his headphones. Brad never liked any of that crap. Like all the popular jocks, it was rap all the way, the better to win over the ladies and fuel his already burgeoning ego. Andy soon noticed his brother hovering over him and took off his headphones; his eyes were already dilated as he sat up and gave a stupid grin. Unknown to Brad, Andy was not going to hesitate. He wanted to see Chad as soon as possible, he was sick of his bossy older brother.
“Wassup, dude?” He asked, drawing out each word as if it was a struggle to speak. The long, sleepy syllables only fed Brad’s frustration and reassured him he was doing the right thing. “Nothing much man, was just thinking we need to hang out more like real brothers, don’t you think?” Andy’s smile broadened and he nodded his head. “So right, dude. We do need to hang out more… Chad.” Brad looked confused and then stumbled back as the name hit him. There was power behind the word, power and a familiarity, like it struck a certain part of him. Thoughts raced through Brad’s mind. First, he realized he had obviously been duped. He had been chipped as well, he could already feel the change being pumped into his blood stream and a voice in the back of his head whispering to him to be like his brother. He knew he had to fight it, he had no other choice, he couldn’t let himself be a brainless stoner like his brother, they were so dumb and like relaxed and laid back… He shook his head defiantly; already the chip was beginning to assert control. It wouldn’t be long until Brad was Chad, Andy’s ideal stoner brother. Already he felt his will being nibbled at; his muscles ached soon to be much smaller.
“C’mon dude, don’t fight it, Chad, be like me! We’ll like get stoned and shit together it’ll be totally awesome!” To the growing part of Brad that was now Chad, that did sound good. He stared down at the floor, feeling like he was going to be sick as he watched the carpet race up to greet him. He was dropping in height, all those proud inches that made him the indomitable force on the football team were slipping away, little by little, until he was staring his once “little” brother right in the eye.
His jersey from earlier that had once looked painted on was now barely clinging to him, ready to fall off at any moment. His cargoes likewise were down to about his ankles and he had to constantly pull them up to keep them from sliding off completely. “Those fucking liars, I’m gunna… I’m… like totally lovin’ this, dude!” Brad’s hands raced to cover his mouth; he never meant to say that. Not only was he talking like his stoner brother, but even his tone had changed, the power in his voice replaced by the slow, subtleness of his brother, the laid back tone that he had once hated. His eyes swept the room desperately looking for something to help him, someway to escape. He saw his brother’s CD collection: Sublime, Dirty Heads, Red Hot Chili Peppers… somehow he knew all the songs, they played in his head as if he had grown up listening to them. He tried to think, to focus and force Chad, he thought of rap, of sports, of football statistics but all those bored and disgusted him now.
“Awesome, you sounded like me! Do it again Chad! Say ‘dude’!” Brad violently shook his head, noticing a lot more hair waving about as he did, his once short blond hair creeping down past his ears closer to his shoulders.
But his body and mind were at the mercy of the chip and his brother. “Dude!” He exclaimed slowly and with more enthusiasm, adopting his brother’s dopey grin for a moment as he mentally screamed at himself. His voice had raised a few octaves now sounding like a mid-puberty teen and not a giant jock anymore. He looked down at his arms as they trembled uncontrollably in agony, his muscles dwindled away, giving way to nice even tone. His arms became shorter and more proportional to his short frame. His giant hands became smaller with slender careful fingers that automatically knew how to roll a perfect blunt. Like a dark wave a tan just like his brothers washed over his arms and hands making his skin golden brown, flawless and with only few blond hairs instead of the many he had before. The wave moved across his body, slowly but surely. He felt it working under his jersey and gave minimum resistance as Andy helped him out of it.
“From now on, dude, you hate wearing shirts, you only put that shit on when you have to, its boardies and flip flops for you dude.” Chad/Brad secretly smiled at the thought of dressing like a surfer, the clothes part of him still loathed sounded so comfortable and liberating now. He barely noticed as his chest took on the same golden brown hue as his arms, all the hair falling out except a small blond treasure trail on his slight six-pack. Not a hair was to be found on toned but small pecs. He looked down at his revealed chest, loving and hating it. Chad thought he looked sexy; Brad was mortified at his lean, disgustingly figure. Brad blushed in embarrassment as the changing wave worked its way down south causing his pants and boxers to finally slide off revealing his large equipment which sadly dwindled down a few inches as it regressed in age like the rest of him.
Andy snickered. “Don’t worry dude, soon you’ll see how awesome pot is, you’ll forget all about sex.” Brad felt his once thick legs now slender, almost smooth but very tan sticks. His calves and thighs were toned and sizable from surfing but they were nothing compared to what he once had. Brad walked forward, stepping out of his too large clothes, even his shoes and socks were ridiculously big on him and fell right off exposing his small, slender size 7 feet which were just as tan as the rest of him. His socks and size 14 boats vanished into thin air leaving him cold and stark naked in his brother’s room with a mind and body that were quickly turning against him. Brad felt his hands move on their own accord as he eagerly grabbed a pair boardies identical to his brothers and slid them on over his tan legs, they felt so awesome. Andy found a pair of old flip flops and helped his brother into them, they fit perfectly, hugged every curve of his feet. He wiggled his toes, Chad in almost full control of his body.
“Please dude, I mean Andy you gotta like stop thissss is so sweet!” Chad’s eyes rolled back as another wave of changes racked his body and mind, his nostrils caught the sweet scent of weed, he sniffed the air finding to his pleasure and humiliation it was coming from him. He watched in the mirror as within seconds his eyes dilated. Though they remained green, there was now something different about them. The keenness and sharpness was lost, like nobody was home anymore. His shoulders slouched as his overall posture became forced into that of a carefree stoner. A general disregard and goofiness gripped his façade as a witless smile permanently etched itself onto his face. His blonde hair continued to lengthen until just past his shoulders, becoming thick and messy.
A tickling feeling brought his attention back to his face where, to his horror, scraggly blond hairs were popping out his chin, one by one. He plucked and pulled but to his bewilderment they grew faster than he could stop them until he had a shaggy stoner goatee. He ran a hand through it slowly, hesitantly, enjoying the feel, wondering if he was already lost. Part of him couldn’t help but enjoy the changes, they felt so right, he felt so relaxed, calm, his life had always been stressing about the next big game, the next test. He made no motion to stop his brother as he lit a blunt and stuffed it into Chad’s waiting mouth, a few puffs were all it took to drive the rest of Brad deep deep down, trapped until the change was over. So good, they thought, as Chad/Brad held the smoke in his lungs like an expert, letting the chemicals take over his mind. As he felt Chad overshadow him he thought, at least I won’t have to worry about anything… The new Chad put an arm around his awesome brother. “Dude, pot is sweet; we gotta chill more often bro!” Andy smiled. “We will, I’ll make sure of it.”
