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Brian nervously pressed the camera button, trying to capture the moment before his hands began shaking from excitement. The camera clicked, capturing his new appearance—long, blonde hair neatly braided, large glasses that softened his look, and a face with features he’d once dismissed as "too cute." He stared at himself on the phone screen, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Just yesterday, he’d been an ordinary guy. He remembered laughing with his friends, telling them how he’d recently run into some gorgeous girl wearing leggings and a hoodie, and how he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
—So, still got that thing for leggings?—came Lisa’s mocking voice from behind him.
Brian jumped at the sound of her voice and hurriedly shoved his phone into his pocket, like he’d been caught red-handed. He turned to see Lisa standing there, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised with that look that warned he was about to feel even more uncomfortable.
—You—you serious? Can you cut it out?
—Oh, my bad. Didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable with their own reflection,—Lisa smirked, stepping closer. —So, what are you gonna say to your friends if they see you looking like this?
—Maybe you could help me find my body instead,—Brian muttered, his new, softer voice trembling. It was painful to hear himself sound like this.
Lisa chuckled and slowly circled him, sizing him up from head to toe. Her gaze stopped on his rounded, nearly perfect rear. She snorted, unable to resist an amused smile, and gave him a light slap on the thigh, which made him blush instantly. He shuffled to the side, pressing his hands to his hips, feeling embarrassed and frustrated.
—Lisa!—he hissed, feeling his face burn.—Are you serious?
Lisa scoffed, her eyes gleaming with barely hidden laughter.
—Oh, don’t get all worked up, sweetheart,—she drawled, a smug smile on her face.—You just have such a cute little butt, I couldn’t resist,—she grinned, clearly enjoying herself.—Don’t be mad, Brian, or maybe now I should call you… Bri? Oh, or how about Brianne?
—Lisa, cut it out,—he groaned, clenching his fists, feeling his cheeks flush even more.
—Alright, alright,—she sighed, as if doing him a huge favor, though the glint of mockery remained in her eyes.—But do you even know where your “real” body ran off to? She totally ditched you with all of this!—Lisa waved her hand up and down his new body.—Although, it’s kinda weird,—she mused, examining him like an exhibit at a museum.—She—you, I mean—look like a bombshell. Can’t imagine why she’d just disappear and leave you with this body… especially with how many people would love to look like that.
Brian sighed heavily, feeling his heart pound from Lisa’s jabs. The feeling of soft fabric clinging to his curvy hips and the lightness of his blonde braids brushing his neck… all of it was uncomfortably new.
—Yeah, well, I definitely didn’t dream of being like this,—he muttered, adjusting his glasses nervously, which for some reason made Lisa burst into loud laughter. She laughed, clutching her stomach, clearly enjoying every second of his discomfort. Brian felt even more awkward and irritated, not understanding what was so funny.
—What’s so hilarious?—he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, only to feel his new soft curves pressing under his hands, sparking a fresh wave of embarrassment. He quickly dropped his hands, unsure of what to do with them. Lisa laughed again, noticing his reaction.
—You… just… you look like…—She started laughing again, unable to finish.—Like some shy girl trying to act tough but only looking cuter!
—I’m not trying to look cute!—he protested, his voice coming out high and almost pitiful, making Lisa snicker again.—Alright, enough already!—he tried to snap, attempting to sound serious.—How about we start looking for my body instead of laughing at me?
Lisa finally managed to calm down, though her eyes were still sparkling with amusement.
—Okay, okay, sorry, sweetheart.—She reached out a hand theatrically, as if trying to calm him down, which only made it more humiliating.—So, tell me. Where did you two switch bodies? And when?