Waking Up: Emma Stone

"How the hell could you have sex with my best friend while in my body Danny?" Taylor yelled at me through the phone.

"I'm sorry. I had a little too much to drink and Selena can be very persuasive," I tried to explain to a raging Taylor Swift.

"That is true, but didn't you think about how wrong it was to fuck someone while in someone else's body?" Taylor asked.

"I'm not going to lie, it came up but the Selena did this thing with her tongue," Dan said before Taylor interrupted.

"EW!! I don't want to hear the details of your escapades in my body. The less I know the better. Taylor replied.

"What do you want me to do then? I can't take it back," I explained to Taylor.

"You're right Dan. I'm just upset. And I kind of did the same in your body," Taylor said.

"Wait, what did you do in my body?" I eagerly asked Taylor.

"Not much. I just jerked off a lot," Taylor replied nonchalantly.

"Then why are you getting mad at me, we both had a little fun. Nothing's wrong with that. We were curious human being who took advantage of a rare opportunity," I explained to Taylor.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry about yelling at you. Let's just move on. I've got to go but I hope to hear from you soon. It was fun while it lasted. See you soon," Taylor said as she hung up the phone before I could respond.

I hung up the photo and sat in my bed, thinking about how I could have swapped bodies with someone. Then it hit me, I should go talk to my grandmother. She always believed in magic and spirit mojo and stuff. Maybe she could help me figure out what happened. My grandmother liked to live off the radar, so I'd have to drive to her house, which was a couple of hours away. I called in sick for work and looked at my laptop to see if anything important came to my mail.

I was pretty surprised when I opened my laptop to see a bunch of gay porn that Taylor must have been watching last night, as I close all of the tabs I realized that Taylor's naughtier then I originally thought. I went through my e-mail and didn't see anything important. After putting on a Green Bay Packers tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, I grabbed my phone and my keys and headed for my grandma's place.

I got into my car and headed to her house. I get car sick if there isn't any music playing in the car. I turned on the radio and my face goes completely blank in thought as I hear what's playing. It was just my luck, but "Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift was playing.

"You think you're pretty funny? Huh universe?" I think to myself as I recognized the irony in my current situation.

I continue to drive to my grandma's house and I arrive there in about 2 hours, where I see grandma sitting there on her favorite rocking chair on the patio. I walk up to her and she immediately greets me with a warm welcome.

"Dan. My favorite and only grandson, come her and give grandma a hug," She says to me as we hug. "What's bring you all the way here?"

"Well grandma, something weird happened to me and I think it might be of the mystic variety," I told her.

"Well what is it? I bet it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary," she said to me as she tried to reassure me.

"Well it all started yesterday when I woke up in someone else's body," I told her. Grandma sat there in complete silence before she responded.

"Was it the body of a woman and did you change back this morning?" She asked me as I was dumbfounded by how she knew.

"How do you know that?" I asked her.

"Oh my, you have it. You have the gift," she replied.

I followed up and asked, "Gift? What gift?"

"Come in the house with me. I'll show you," She said as we both went into the house.

The house was very small and packed in, but grandma and grandpa had lived there for 60 years before he passed away. She just had a chair and TV in the living room. She told me to wait in the living room while she went upstairs to get something. I could hear her ruffling through the various things she had stashed up in her room before she brought down a really big book.

The book was all black except for the title, "The Carpenter Gift".

"Come over here Dan, it's time you learned about the Gift," Grandma said as I went over there to follow along in the book.

"We don't know where or when it started, but the men in the Carpenter family had acquired a certain gift, this gift would cause the Carpenter men to swap into the body of another for a single day, then they would swap back into their own body when they rested. I thought we wouldn't have to explain this to you since we thought the gift died when your father never developed it, I guess it decided to skip a generation," Grandma explained.

"So this crazy body swapping experience is an inherited family trait and it's going to keep happening?" I asked.

"Yes, but it only appears in the males for some reason. It was also keep happening. " She responded.

"Does it say how to stop it from happening or if I can control it somehow?" I asked.

"The book states that it happens randomly and only when you are asleep. The book also says you can suggest where or who you go to, but it doesn't go into detail about it much," Grandma further explained. "Here. Take the book with you. It's going to do a lot more for you than it's going to do me."

I thanked my grandma and took the book from her. I took the book and placed it into my bag. My grandma told me that she was expecting company and I told that I had to leave anyway, so I got into my car and drove home. I turned on the radio again and "Blank Space" played out my speakers. I jokingly looked around to see if the universe was stalking me.

After the two hour drive. I got home around 8 o'clock at night. I spent the next two hours reading through the book to see if there was some way to stop the gift from swapping me into someone else's body. It didn't give me a clear answer, so I went to bed and thought "Don't swap" over and over again until I fell asleep.

The next morning had me in a haze. I had awoken from a pretty deep sleep. I opened my eyes fully and I was immediately worried. I didn't recognize where I was. I sat up on the bed and felt something that I was growing too accustomed to having on my chest. I look down and see a pair of 32B sized breasts sitting there in a plain white bra. I pulled the blanket off of my new body and see that I am definitely in the body of a female. I test out my voice and I bring my hands to my mouth as I instantly recognize the voice.

I need to see if I am who I really think I am, so I got out of the bed and I walk over to the full length. My senses were right, I was in the body of actress Emma Stone.

"Damn. It happened again," I say in Emma's voice as my hands feel my new face. It felt weird being in Emma's body, I mean it would be weird to be in anyone else's body, but Emma's body felt totally different. While Taylor's body felt tall and had a more petite frame, Emma's body was curvy.

"Well, since I'm in her body, I might as well," I thought as I reached behind my back and tried to unhook the plain white bra off my back. I swear I have no idea why girls just don't get those special bras that just unhook from the front. After a minute or two, I get the last hook off. I start to tease the mirror like I was stripping for someone. I teased as I held the bra to my chest before finally letting it fall to the floor.

I take Emma's arms and stretch them behind my head so I can see her tits in all of their glory. Emma's breasts were amazing. Emma's boobs were very symmetrical and their weight was evenly distributed. Her areolas were just the right size and her nipples were little and pink like a pencil erasers. With Emma's arms still behind my head, I start to twist my body from one side to the other and watch as they jiggle back and forth.

"This is so much fun," I thought to myself as I started to twist harder and harder. Eventually I have to stop as it starts to hurt. I grab a handful of Emma's tit and wonder if I can lick my nipple. So I bend down and try to lick it with my tongue. It took a bit of effort, but Emma's nipple instantly got hard as her tongue came into contact with. I felt a greater rush go through my body then I did in Taylor's body, and I wanted more of it.

I take the attention away from Emma's breasts and step out of the panties Emma wore to sleep. I was standing there, looking at Emma Stone's naked reflection. My hands go do to her blondish public hair and wave my hand through them.

"Aw man. I was hoping the carpet matched the drapes. At least she's got a nice little bush going on," I thought as I brushed through her hair. My hands slowly dips into her vagina and I feel a jolt of pleasure go through me.

"Holy crap that felt amazing," I thought to myself as I stick another finger in Emma's pussy lips. I take my hand out of Emma's pussy so I can sit down on her toilet seat. I add more finger into her pussy and I start to thrust them in and out of her aching pussy. While one hands continues to go in and out of Emma's tight snatch, I use my other hand and bring it up to take care of Emma's hard nipples. I use Emma's fingers to pinch the hard nipple on her chest, which sent waves of pleasure down to her crotch.

"Oh, I see you're a tit girl then. Good to know," I said in Emma's voice as I continued to used Emma's fingers to fuck myself. It felt amazing as Emma's fingers pleasured my desperate pussy. I started to get that similar feeling I had when felt Taylor's body was about to cum. I braced myself against the wall as I started to feel my vaginal wall contract. I finally let out a very loud moan as I cum and spray Emma's liquids everywhere. I watched in complete fascinated as Emma's pussy squirted out shot after shot of cum.

"Emma Stone is a squirter. Nice," I say to myself as I take Emma's cum covered hand into my mouth and lick off all of the juice. As I am enjoying the sweet flavor of Emma's nectar, I'm surprised by a sudden knock on the door and a familiar voice.

"Are you okay in there Emma?" the familiar voice said.

Luckily as I was about to panic, the gift gave me a new ability. This ability allowed me to go into Emma's thoughts and memories to recognize the voice. It turned out to be Krista Jean, Emma's mother.

"Are you okay in there honey?" Krista asked as she knocked in the door.

"Yeah mom. I'm completely fine. I thought I was a spider, but it was just a dust ball," I replied as I thought about how good of a cover that was.

"Okay honey. Just make sure you get in the shower and get ready to go to your manager's to get ready for the Oscars." Krista replied. Krista left the door, leaving me by myself.

"Did she just say the Oscars? This is going to be so much fun," I thought as I turned on Emma's shower. I waited until the water was warm enough before I stepped into the shower. The water felt amazing on Emma's skin. It almost felt like I was being massaged by the warm water. I grabbed Emma's shampoo and poured some into my hands. I lathered it up and ran my hands through her hair, making sure to get her hair all soapy.

I let it sit in her hair for a minute before I washed it out. I then grab her body wash and a luffa. I put the soap on the luffa and I start wiping the soap covered luffa over Emma's body. Her body is still very sensitive from the masturbating sessions I had a couple of minutes ago, so every rub of the luffa felt amazing. I wipe the luffa across Emma's chest and her nipples immediately got hard again.

"It's nice to see you two again," I thought to myself as I put the luffa down and bring both of Emma's hands up to squeeze her nipples. It feels even better than the first time as the combination of Emma's sensitive skin and the warm water sends a rush to Emma's pussy.

"I can't believe how horny Emma Stone can get. This is so awesome!" I say to myself as I put one of Emma's hands on the wall to steady myself as I start fisting Emma's hungry pussy with the other. I quickened the pace of fisting Emma's pussy again until I feel the sensation of climaxing again. I bite my tongue so I don't make any noise while Emma's pussy releases her juices all over the shower floor.

I decided that would be enough for right now and I step out of the shower. I use Emma's memories to find where the towels were. I found a towel and wrapping it around me. Emma's nipples hardened again as the towel made contact with them. I thought against more exploration in Emma's body for now and quickly dried off.

I went into Emma's room and locked the door. I walked over to her full body mirror and admired every angle of Emma's form. I went into her close and grabbed a pair of blue panties.

"I'm not going to need a bra today," I thought as I grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a cute pink tee shirt. I put on a cute pair of shoes. I access Emma's mind and discover where I need to go to get ready for the Oscars.

"Bye mom! I'll be back later," I say to Emma's mom as I grab Emma's keys and go to her car. I walk out to her garage and I pressed the button on the keys that opened the garage door. When the door finally opened all the way, I was completely shocked at what was in there.

Sitting in Emma's garage was a beautiful blue convertible with a roof that was removable. I decided to take the roof off and ride to Emma's mangers place in style. I got in the car, set the GPS, and headed to where I needed to go. I felt the wind blow through Emma's hair as I cruised down the road without a single care in the world. Nothing could possibly bring me down from the high I was experiencing.

The GPS had told me I had arrived at the destination the piece of paper told me I should go. The place was absolutely stunning. It was the kind of place I couldn't afford even if I never spent money on anything else ever again. There was elegant art all over the walls and a giant diamond chandelier hung down from the ceiling. I took my time admiring the view when I was approached by a guy Emma's mind told me was named Brandon.

According to what Emma's mind was telling me, Brandon was a close friend and personal stylist for events like this one. Apparently Emma had serious feelings for Brandon, but those all went away when Emma had discovered he was gay. Brandon approached me.

"Emma! Oh my god, I've missed you," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I gave him a hug back and told him the same thing.

"Follow me. We are going to make you look like a goddess on the red carpet. You are going to be center of attention," he said as he led me to a room that was full of makeup artists and hair stylists.

I was initially overwhelmed by the amount of people it took to get one person ready for an event but it was the Oscars and she was nominated for Best Supporting Actress, so I just went along with it. It felt weird having one woman doing my hair while 2 others applied makeup on my face. Brandon walked up behind the woman doing my hair and came into the center of my field of vision.

"Here is the dress. It looks just as good as when you first tried it on," Brandon said as I examined the dress. It was a partially see-through dress that had yellowish green sequins that covered the sides of the dress. Brandon helped me get up, making sure to not mess my hair up. I stepped into the dress and put it on. I immediately noticed that there really isn't much of a back to the dress at all. Looking at Emma's body in the mirror, it was obvious she was dressing to impress.

I slipped each foot into the heels. After getting them securely on my feet, Emma's muscle memory kicked and helped my walk around without a problem. Brandon came up to me and gave me the earrings that she had picked out earlier. Brandon gave me a hug and wished me good luck as my limousine approached the front door.

Brandon walked me out and opened my door for me. As soon as I was completely in the vehicle, he closed the door and I was on my way to Oscar's as Emma Stone. I sat there, waiting anxiously as we got closer and closer to the venue and the red carpet. I was nervous about possibly embarrassing Emma by doing or saying something completely stupid. I took some deep breathes and reassured myself that I could pull it off.

Continuing to get closer and closer to the main event, I looked down at Emma's body, completely taken away by how amazing her body looked in this dress. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone was looking at me. I was hot, and I wanted to show it off. It also hit me that I had the chance to do something that very few people ever get to do. I got to attend the Academy Awards as a nominee.

As I got lost in that fact, the limousine had arrived to our destination. Looking outside the window, all I could see was cameras flashing and people fighting each other to get into better positions to take the perfect picture. The door of the limousine was opened by one of the workers standing at the front of the red carpet. He put out his hand and helped me out of the limousine.

"Hello there Miss Stone. Welcome to the Oscars, we hope you enjoy the evening," He said as he shut the door behind me.

"Thank you very much," I said as started to walk down the carpet. The paparazzi went crazy as soon as they saw me. They yelled "Emma! Over here! Look over here!" at the top of their lungs as my inner model came out. I posed for them until I was told to keep going down the carpet. I started to walk down towards the venue. I quickly pulled the bottom of my dress a bit as I didn't want to step on it or possibly rip it. I looked down to make sure I wouldn't step on the dress when I realized the dress was pulled up too far and people could see Emma's panties.

I quickly lowered the dress down, hoping no one caught a sight of Emma's panties, but as I'd learn the next day, a whole lot of people saw. I was told to continue going down the carpet until I reached another section of paparazzi. Not known to me, one of my biggest idols Jennifer Aniston was right behind me.

"Emma, it's been so long!" Jennifer said to me as she approached me and hugged. I managed to ask her how she was before she replied and was eventually escorted away into the venue. I was freaking out on the inside. I was actually hugged by the one and only Jennifer Aniston! I don't get star struck often, but this was one of those few times I did. I could feel a wet spot in Emma's panties as I tried to calm myself down.

I was eventually escorted into the venue and into my seat. I was sitting there minding my own business when a worker named Henry asked me if I wanted a drink. As soon as I saw him, Emma's nipples went rock hard and her pussy got very moist. He wasn't that attractive to me, but Emma's body to a strong liking to him. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He looked like he was in fairly good shape. As soon as I tried to talk to him again, he was gone and the show was beginning.

Neil Patrick Harris was hosting the Oscars this year. I was a fan of his and he really did have some funny jokes throughout the night. I was nervous about Emma possibly winning an award, but Emma had practiced her acceptance speech, so I could access it and recite it if she did win. I was a little disappointed when Emma didn't win, but not winning is better than doing something embarrassing so it was a win-win for me.

An hour or so into the show, I saw Henry again. Feeling how Emma's body was reacting to him the same way as when I first saw him, I knew she was horny as fuck. I felt like I should just take off the panties because of how wet they were, but I didn't need tabloids take pictures of Emma's pussy. The rest of the show was a little slow but enjoyable .The show eventually ended and I was invited to go to the after party. I changed into my red dress that I was told to put on after the show and headed into the party, where I saw Henry again.