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"Shit..." Brandon thought, taking a deep breath and feeling how his—no, Veronica’s—long hair lightly tickled his bare shoulders with every small movement of his head. The delicate pearl earrings swayed softly, brushing against the skin just below his earlobes. Footsteps sounded from behind the door, and he turned his head, once again noticing how the silky strands grazed his skin, as if whispering: "This is real, Brandon..."

— Ronnie, sweetheart, are you ready? — came the familiar deep voice of Tom, Veronica’s fiancé, with whom Brandon had spent plenty of evenings—of course, as himself, in his own body—drinking and talking about all sorts of things. But now, that voice terrified him.

"Shit, shit, shit!" His eyes widened, and his chest—fuck, HIS chest—pressed tighter against the snug fabric of the white dress, one of its straps sliding off his shoulder, exposing soft, unfamiliar skin. It was Veronica’s skin—his sister’s skin—the woman who, in just a couple of hours, was supposed to marry Tom, her longtime partner, with whom she had shared this apartment for over five years. And he, Brandon, was standing here, in her room, while the guests waited at city hall, staring at the door with a mirror, where the reflection showed a worried young woman with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

The door creaked, and Tom stepped inside—tall, clean-shaven, his hair styled appropriately for a groom, his calm gaze shifting into mild surprise when he saw "Veronica."

— Are you okay, Ronnie? You seem... off, — he said, stepping closer and placing a hand on her—his—shoulder. Brandon froze, feeling the warmth of Tom’s palm. It was too real, too intimate, and he barely held himself back from recoiling.

At that moment, a phone rang on the dresser. Brandon grabbed it, his heart pounding faster when he saw the name "Little Bro" on the screen. How cute, he thought for a split second before the panic took over. He answered, pressing the phone to his ear, and heard a voice—his own voice—but laced with a kind of hysteria he had never noticed in himself before.

— Brandon? Is that you? You’re in my body? — Veronica’s voice—his voice, but trembling, on the verge of a scream—blared in his ear. — Tell me it’s you, for fuck’s sake!

— Yeah, it’s me, — he forced out, hearing his new voice—Veronica’s voice—coming from his mouth for the first time. He spoke as quietly as possible, trying to make sure Tom wouldn’t hear. — Veronica, what the hell is happening? Why the fuck are we...

— Oh my God... — His voice on the other end trembled with pure panic, with raw hysteria so intense that it made Brandon’s stomach turn. — Tell me this is some sick joke! That this is just a nightmare! Fuck, Brandon, do you even realize that you’re in MY body?! Do you understand what’s happening right now?!

Brandon shot a nervous glance at Tom, who was still looking at him—at Veronica—with mild confusion but hadn’t intervened yet. He was standing close—too close—and the sensation of his hand on Brandon’s shoulder still burned like a brand.

— Veronica, keep it down, — Brandon hissed, covering the phone’s speaker with his palm, trying to muffle her frantic voice.

— Keep it down?! KEEP IT DOWN?! — His own voice cracked. — I’m standing in front of a mirror, and I see YOUR fucking face, Brandon! Oh God... oh God, this can’t be real! What the fuck did you do?!

— What? ME?! — He spun around, turning his back to Tom to avoid eye contact and to hide his growing panic. — Veronica, stop talking nonsense. I didn’t do anything!

— Oh, you didn’t do anything?! — his voice spat from the speaker. — Maybe you forgot, but which one of us was OBSESSED with this idea? Who kept talking about how weird it must be to be a woman? You’ve always been obsessed with "girly stuff," wondering what it would feel like to be a girl! You said it yourself, over and over! This is YOUR fantasy, not mine!

— Are you out of your fucking mind?! — He barely held back, realizing too late that he had raised his voice. His heart pounded in his chest and—oh fuck, why was it beating so hard in this body?! — I never wanted THIS!

— Don’t lie to yourself, — she snapped. But before Brandon could argue, he heard Tom’s voice.

— Everything okay, sweetheart...? — Tom whispered near his ear, his lips barely brushing against his skin, sending a shiver down Brandon’s spine. He froze, feeling the warmth of Tom’s hands wrapping around his waist, their breaths mixing.

But in the next second, Tom abruptly pulled away, as if he had been shocked. His eyes narrowed, his brows shooting up in surprise and suspicion.

— What the hell was that? — he asked, stepping back, staring at "Veronica" with confusion. — Why did you flinch?

— I… I just… — His voice wavered, too high-pitched, too emotional—even for Veronica. Shit, how does she even talk like this every day?! He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat that he couldn’t quite get rid of. Tom was waiting for an answer, head slightly tilted, and the silence was quickly becoming suspicious...(full story (15 000 characters) is open to subscribers)