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“So, girls, the most important thing is — your inner goddess always knows what she deserves,” — purred the sugary, pompous voice of a blonde on the screen from the marathon “Become a Goddess in 21 Days.”
Joseph lazily threw one arm behind his head, the other still holding the remote. On his face — a ridiculous moisturizing mask, that sticky, cold crap — but damn, it felt good on his overly smooth cheeks. The T-shirt with the angry cartoon cat clung awkwardly to his... her... those impossible tits, which still made it hard to lie down properly.
He caught himself not looking away from the show, actually listening to that coach lady talking about “how to spark a man’s protective instinct with just a look.” And worst of all — part of his brain nodded along: yeah, might be worth a try...
— You serious? — came Selena’s cold, slightly mocking tone — his friend, or rather the one he'd switched bodies with a month ago. And judging by the sound of her voice, she'd been standing there watching for a while.
In that moment, Joseph’s heart clenched tight, and he jerked on the bed. His boobs jiggled slightly, but that didn’t matter now — panic washed over him.
— Selena?! — Joseph shot up from the couch, the moisturizing mask nearly sliding off his face. — How long have you... how long have you been standing there?!
Selena smirked, leaning against the doorframe. Her own — well, his — body, now her constant reflection in the mirror, looked so familiar and yet so fucking foreign.
— Long enough to see you soaking in that sacred feminine wisdom, — she nodded toward the screen, where the coach was still ranting about “sexual charisma.” — And to see your little eyes light up when she mentioned “manipulating guys with just a glance.” Oh, and I see you’re enjoying those masks too, huh, goddess?
Joseph felt his ears burn as his hands yanked the mask off his face in a panic, the sticky coolness grossly dragging against his skin. He tossed it onto the nightstand, turning away from Selena.
— It’s... It’s for the skin, you said so yourself, — he muttered, desperately trying not to look at her.
— Mhm, — she nodded, kicking off her boots, — Even though I told you ages ago it’s not necessary... you still—
— Selena, cut it out, damn it, I... — Joseph snapped, jumping off the bed, trying to steer the conversation anywhere else. But right at that moment, the TV blared:
“And collagen masks especially help awaken femininity, smoothing not just your skin — but your fears…”
Selena burst out laughing. At first just a chuckle, but then she completely lost it, bracing herself against the wall, gasping for air. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wicked grin froze on her lips.
— Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry — she managed between laughs, brushing hair out of her face. — “Smoothing your fears”? Seriously? So what, you're in here smoothing out your fears now? For real?! Oh, fuck... — she snorted again, unable to stop.
Joseph sighed, feeling the heat spread across his cheeks and breasts. He stood in the middle of the room, fully aware of how ridiculous this whole thing looked, but trying to keep a straight face.
— Just drop it, — he muttered, rolling his eyes. Then he suddenly exhaled and, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, added: — By the way, I’ve actually got news. About... the swap...Full story (12 400 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon