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— Like my butt, huh? — Malika drawled in a nasal tone, dripping with a hint of arrogance, arching her back playfully to highlight her curves even more. Her thin, sensual lips curled into a smug smile, and her gaze, filled with superiority, lingered on the boy’s face, pausing at his confusion. — Want to get this back? — she teased, slapping her thigh dramatically, clearly reveling in his bewilderment.

— Don’t touch it! Give me my body back! — Malika, the real Malika, pleaded desperately from within the unfamiliar, skinny frame of a bespectacled boy named Malcolm. The scrawny, slouched figure looked utterly lost in the face of what used to be his own body.

— Ha! You’re so pathetic, Malcolm, — the new Malika, still standing confidently in her old body, sneered, smiling with undisguised pleasure. — Did you think it would be any different? — she swayed her hips theatrically again, her full backside jiggling treacherously with each movement. — Now you’re stuck in this ridiculous, pitiful little body, and I… — her smile widened. — I am the queen. Want this back? — she caressed her thigh again, clearly savoring the way the boy, who used to be her, grimaced in envy and pain.

— Malcolm! — she squeaked, cursing the new masculine sound of her voice.

— You wanted to have no trouble with homework, — the new Malika drawled lazily, lifting an arrogant eyebrow. — And now you don’t, — her voice was full of spiteful satisfaction. She slowly ran her hands down her thighs, arching her waist, enjoying the reaction she saw in her former body. — You’re just a pathetic nerd no one cares about. Isn’t that convenient?

— Stop it! I didn’t say that, you stole my body! — Malika screamed, feeling her voice tremble with rage and despair. — I’ll tell the police, I’ll tell Frank everything, — she stepped forward defiantly, but her new body betrayed her, wobbling awkwardly, making her look pitiful and ridiculous. — He’ll figure out right away that you’re not me, and… and… he’ll beat you up!

The new Malika — or rather, Malcolm in her body — snorted, barely stifling a laugh, watching her pitiful, frail opponent.

— Frank? — she slowly raised her eyebrows, her perfect lips twisting into a mocking grin. — Oh, sweetie, you really don’t get it, do you? — her voice was brimming with malice. — Frank won’t be able to lay a finger on me. Yeah, maybe he’ll suspect something, — she pretended to think, swaying her hips lightly. — But you know what? If he suddenly decides to "beat me up"... — she theatrically placed a hand over her chest as if feigning hurt innocence. — I’ll just do this... — her smile stretched even wider as she ran her hands over her body, starting at her hips and slowly moving upwards.

— You... — Malika choked in indignation and despair, watching her former body behave far too provocatively. — Stop it!

— What if I sleep with him? — the new Malika continued innocently, leaning forward slightly, her chest almost spilling out of the tight top. — Or… no, — she paused, lifting her chin slightly, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light. — What if I do… everything you were too scared to try?

— You… you wouldn’t dare! — the real Malika croaked. — I… I won’t let you!

— Oh, darling, — the new Malika purred, bursting into sweet, almost genuine laughter. — You won’t let me? Well then, go ahead and try, — she straightened up again, wrapping her voluptuous thighs in her hands, drawing even more attention to them. — See this? — she snapped her fingers against one of her buttocks, and her former body instantly responded with a firm, enticing jiggle. — This is mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

— No, — Malika whispered, her gaze becoming glassy. — It’s me… it’s mine...

— Is it really? — the new Malika feigned surprise, tilting her head to the side. — But look at you, — her voice turned harsher, colder. — You’re just a pathetic, sniveling geek. Who’s going to believe you? — she bared her teeth in a cruel, predatory grin. — Frank? The police? Do you think for a second they’ll believe that some worthless nerd like you used to be me? Ha! — her laughter cracked like a whip. — You’re nothing! And you always were!

The real Malika recoiled as if struck. Those words were unbearable. Yes, this was her reality now...

— Alright, nerd, — the new Malika suddenly changed her tone, raising her chin. — I’ll give you a chance. A small chance to switch back. — You’ll do all my homework, — the new Malika finished with a tone as if offering a rare and incredible privilege. Her smirk widened even more as she saw the boy in her former body freeze in confusion, nervously adjusting his glasses.

— What? — the real Malika — or rather, now Malcolm — froze, staring at her with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe his ears. — Homework? Are you serious?

— What’s wrong with that? — the new Malika feigned surprise, arching her brow. — Isn’t that what you always wanted? To do homework for a hot girl like me? Just sit quietly in the corner, solve problems, and don’t stand out while I enjoy my new life! — her laughter rang out sharply and provocatively.

— So, nerd, — her gaze fixed on him again, sending a chill down his spine. — Do you accept my offer or not? — her smile turned more menacing. — If you agree, I might… just might… give your body back… someday.

— Homework… doing homework… — he muttered under his breath, as if weighing the decision. How could this be? He, the former school beauty queen, was now standing here in the body of a pathetic four-eyed nerd, contemplating this humiliation! But what choice did he have? — Fine… I… agree, — he whispered.

— What was that? — the new Malika mocked, leaning in so that their faces were level. Her breath brushed his cheeks, and Malcolm-Malika felt humiliation pierce him to his core. — Speak up, you pitiful nerd.

— I... — his voice was almost inaudible. — I agree. I’ll do your homework.

— Excellent! — Malika’s smile was so bright and radiant that he instinctively recoiled. — Now you’re my personal homework assistant! — she winked slyly, then, not giving him a chance to catch his breath, added: — And if you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll even let you… — she raised her eyebrow playfully and stretched like a cat, tracing her curves with her hands. — Touch… this, — she ran a hand over her chest, and Malcolm ground his teeth.

— You… you’re disgusting… — he whispered, feeling pain and resentment choke him.