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A month ago

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Slowly opening eyes, Harry felt terrible headache. He groaned, feeling that something was wrong with his throat, which sounded strangely and squeamishly. His head laying on something warm and breathing, which moved along with the breaths, rising and falling. Opening his eyes, he immediately saw man's torso covered with curly blond hair and Harry's hand resting on this torso.

He froze for a moment and then suddenly jerked, trying to get up, getting away heavy hand huggin him. He was in panic when realized he is laying with some man like lover. But he didn't have time to think about it because of strange weight on his chest. He looked down and saw enormous boobs in a white lace bra hanging down. Immediately panic attacked Harry, he took out breasts out of bra cups with fear, and they sprung up.

- What the hell..., - he said in strange high voice, looking down at the girl's body he was in, holding strap of bra in one hand and other hand holding tightly bra on his chest, feeling how long nails painfully bite soft breasts, - fuck, why I'm... No... Oh...Noo!

Memory came back like avalanche. He remembered all moments of last night, hew he met in club with some busty blonde, how he in drunken state agreed to try sex switching through "the Life-Sharing service" with her, how they came to some shitty club which Stephanie worked as stripper. Then it all blur, he couldn't remember how or mainly why he ended here, with this stranger... Harry looked at mirror opposite bed, there was pretty blond Stephanie looking back at him, her face with wide open eyes, shocked and horrified.

- No, oh fuck no!!, - he repeated.

- Don't yell, my God, - it sounded in reply. It was deep baritone and this man on his bed lazily put pillow under his head and opened his eyes, squinting, blinking them from the light, - Fuck, what was in the beer... My head is bursting...

- W-what? Who the fuck are you !?, - shouted Harry again in voice too feminine, still holding bra over his boobs.

- Oh, Steph... Your boobs... - sleepily muttered stranger looking with sleepy eyes at the naked boobs of woman standing with opened bra near his bed. - ...Gimme some coffee, babe...

- Don't gimme some "babe", I'm Harry fucking McMillan, not Stephanie! Where is that slut?! Stephanie! Where are you !?

- Um... What? Harry McMillan? Oh fuck... My head hurts like hell...

Stranger rose, grunting with effort, sat on his knees, scratching his belly and yawning, looking at Harry with puzzlement.

- You said yesterday that your name is Stephanie... Ummm....

- We swapped ... - Harry stopped himself before saying the word "bodies" out loud. This guy seem badass and definitely could be dangerous if Harry will tell him truth. He must find the real Stephanie quickly and exchange back.

- Swapped what?, - man didn't pay attention.

- Hmmmm, um, ...names!, - Harry quickly invent some bullshit, - yes, I call myself Harry sometimes, haha.

-Oh, better call yourself Harriet, - said man. - Come here, - man smiled flirtatiously. - Like what you see, pretty girl? Come to Daddy.