Peggy blinked awake, her vision swimming as the world came into focus. The first thing she noticed was the light—bright, almost blinding, streaming through a window she didn’t recognize. She squinted, her hand instinctively moving to shield her eyes, but when she raised it, she froze. That’s not my hand. Her breath hitched as she stared at the slender, delicate fingers in front of her, nails perfectly manicured, skin smooth and unblemished. She sat up abruptly, the movement effortless, her body responding with a grace she hadn’t felt in decades. Her heart pounded as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cool hardwood floor. She looked down, and her eyes widened. Those aren’t my legs. They were long, toned, and impossibly lean, the kind of legs that belonged to someone who spent hours training, stretching, perfecting every muscle. Her hands flew to her face, tracing the contours of her cheekbones, her jawline. Her skin felt soft, almost unreal, and when she ran her fingers through her hair, it was silky and thick, cascading over her shoulders in waves. She scrambled to her feet, her body moving with an agility that felt foreign yet exhilarating. Across the room, a full-length mirror caught her eye, and she stumbled toward it, her breath shallow, her mind racing.When she saw her reflection, she gasped. Staring back at her was Livvy Dunne—the gymnast, the social media sensation, the girl whose body was the envy of millions. Peggy’s hands trembled as she reached out, touching the mirror as if to confirm it wasn’t some cruel trick. But it was real. This is real. She turned slightly, marveling at the way her new body moved, the way her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her waist was narrow, her abs defined, her arms strong yet feminine. She was… perfect.A laugh bubbled up from her chest, light and disbelieving. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice unfamiliar—higher, sweeter, more melodic than her own. She spun around, catching sight of herself from every angle, unable to tear her eyes away. This can’t be happening. But it was. She was here, in this body, in this room, and for the first time in years, she felt… alive.Her gaze fell to the dresser across the room, where a pile of clothes lay neatly folded. She approached it slowly, her fingers brushing over the fabric. A pair of black leggings, a sports bra, a tank top. She hesitated for a moment before slipping off the oversized T-shirt she’d been wearing—Livvy’s shirt, she realized—and stood there in just her underwear. Her breath caught as she took in the sight of herself. Her stomach was flat, her hips narrow, her legs seemingly endless. She traced the lines of her abs with trembling fingers, feeling the firmness beneath her touch. This is what it feels like to be beautiful.She pulled on the sports bra first, the material snug against her skin, hugging her chest in a way that made her feel both exposed and empowered. The leggings came next, sliding up her legs with ease, clinging to every curve. She turned back to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide eyes. She looked… incredible. Peggy’s mind raced as she tried to process what was happening. How had this happened? Why? She didn’t have answers, but for now, she didn’t care. This was a second chance, a new beginning. She thought about her old body—the one she’d spent years hiding, hating. The one that had held her back, kept her from living the life she’d always dreamed of. And now… now she had this. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted to the sensation of being in this new skin. Her heart was still pounding, but it wasn’t just from shock anymore. There was something else—a thrill, a spark of excitement that she hadn’t felt in years. She thought about all the things she could do now, all the possibilities that were suddenly within reach. Her gaze drifted to the door across the room. Beyond it was a world she’d never truly experienced—a world where people looked at you with admiration instead of pity, where doors opened because of how you looked rather than despite it. She took a step toward it, then another, her confidence growing with each stride. But as her hand reached for the doorknob, she paused. What would happen when she stepped outside? Would people notice? Would they know? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t fear—it was anticipation. She smiled to herself, a slow, sly grin that felt entirely new on this face. “Let’s see what this body can do,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. And with that, she turned the knob and stepped out into the unknown.

Peggy woke up in a strange room, discovering she had been transformed into Livvy Dunne, the famous gymnast. She explored her new body, marveling at its beauty and agility, and tried on Livvy's clothes. Peggy, now feeling confident and excited, decided to leave the room and step into the unknown world outside.

Peggy blinked awake, her vision swimming as the world came into focus. The first thing she noticed was the light—bright, almost blinding, streaming through a window she didn’t recognize. She squinted, her hand instinctively moving to shield her eyes, but when she raised it, she froze. _That’s not my hand._ Her breath hitched as she stared at the slender, delicate fingers in front of her, nails perfectly manicured, skin smooth and unblemished. 

She sat up abruptly, the movement effortless, her body responding with a grace she hadn’t felt in decades. Her heart pounded as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cool hardwood floor. She looked down, and her eyes widened. _Those aren’t my legs._ They were long, toned, and impossibly lean, the kind of legs that belonged to someone who spent hours training, stretching, perfecting every muscle. 

Her hands flew to her face, tracing the contours of her cheekbones, her jawline. Her skin felt soft, almost unreal, and when she ran her fingers through her hair, it was silky and thick, cascading over her shoulders in waves. She scrambled to her feet, her body moving with an agility that felt foreign yet exhilarating. Across the room, a full-length mirror caught her eye, and she stumbled toward it, her breath shallow, her mind racing.

When she saw her reflection, she gasped. Staring back at her was Livvy Dunne—the gymnast, the social media sensation, the girl whose body was the envy of millions. Peggy’s hands trembled as she reached out, touching the mirror as if to confirm it wasn’t some cruel trick. But it was real. _This is real._ She turned slightly, marveling at the way her new body moved, the way her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her waist was narrow, her abs defined, her arms strong yet feminine. She was… perfect.

A laugh bubbled up from her chest, light and disbelieving. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice unfamiliar—higher, sweeter, more melodic than her own. She spun around, catching sight of herself from every angle, unable to tear her eyes away. _This can’t be happening._ But it was. She was here, in this body, in this room, and for the first time in years, she felt… alive.

Her gaze fell to the dresser across the room, where a pile of clothes lay neatly folded. She approached it slowly, her fingers brushing over the fabric. A pair of black leggings, a sports bra, a tank top. She hesitated for a moment before slipping off the oversized T-shirt she’d been wearing—Livvy’s shirt, she realized—and stood there in just her underwear. Her breath caught as she took in the sight of herself. Her stomach was flat, her hips narrow, her legs seemingly endless. She traced the lines of her abs with trembling fingers, feeling the firmness beneath her touch. _This is what it feels like to be beautiful._

She pulled on the sports bra first, the material snug against her skin, hugging her chest in a way that made her feel both exposed and empowered. The leggings came next, sliding up her legs with ease, clinging to every curve. She turned back to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide eyes. She looked… incredible. 

Peggy’s mind raced as she tried to process what was happening. How had this happened? Why? She didn’t have answers, but for now, she didn’t care. This was a second chance, a new beginning. She thought about her old body—the one she’d spent years hiding, hating. The one that had held her back, kept her from living the life she’d always dreamed of. And now… now she had this. 

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted to the sensation of being in this new skin. Her heart was still pounding, but it wasn’t just from shock anymore. There was something else—a thrill, a spark of excitement that she hadn’t felt in years. She thought about all the things she could do now, all the possibilities that were suddenly within reach. 

Her gaze drifted to the door across the room. Beyond it was a world she’d never truly experienced—a world where people looked at you with admiration instead of pity, where doors opened because of how you looked rather than despite it. She took a step toward it, then another, her confidence growing with each stride. 

But as her hand reached for the doorknob, she paused. What would happen when she stepped outside? Would people notice? Would they know? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t fear—it was anticipation. She smiled to herself, a slow, sly grin that felt entirely new on this face. 

“Let’s see what this body can do,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. And with that, she turned the knob and stepped out into the unknown.

An overweight woman in her 40s wakes up to find herself in the body of a young, athletic gymnast.  She explores her new body and clothing and is thrilled by the new sensations she experiences.

She is a virgin and her mind races with thoughts of adventure and sexual possibilities.

Peggy's Gymnast Body Swap

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