I was mid-set at the gym when the trainer’s strange recovery device sparked beside me. A bright flash—then everything tilted. Suddenly I wasn’t standing at my bench anymore… I was kneeling, breathless, inside the body of the woman who’d been stretching in front of me.

Her body felt unreal. Warm skin, tight curves, soft weight pulling against a tiny tank top that barely contained anything. My new chest rose high with each shaky inhale, the straps sliding as I tried to pull them back into place. Long hair brushed my shoulders, my thighs pressed together automatically, and the unfamiliar bounce of everything made heat crawl up my neck.

Across the room, she stared at me from inside my body, horrified. Meanwhile I was trying not to moan at the way her—my—hips shifted when I adjusted my posture. People walked by, completely unaware that the guy who walked in had become the woman everyone kept sneaking glances at.

The swap might have been an accident…

But the way this body reacts to every tiny movement?

That feels like temptation with a pulse.