While Caleb was at Nathan’s house preparing for his swap for the night, Logan leaned against the wall of a quiet café, casually checking his phone as he waited. This was a bigger swap than usual—not just a night out or a skipped dinner, but two weeks. A full-blown vacation trade.
The girl—Brielle—showed up five minutes late, looking every bit the polished sorority princess he expected. Long blonde hair, full lips, perfect makeup even for a casual meet-up. She was wearing a cropped burgundy top and black miniskirt, clearly relaxed in her own skin. From the impatient look on her face, she was so over this.
“Logan?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“That’s me.” He smirked. “You’re Brielle.”
She sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, I just need this trip gone. My friend Cassidy is the worst, and I refuse to be stuck in a resort with her for two weeks.”
Logan chuckled. “So, instead of faking an excuse, you’re paying me to take your place.”
She shrugged. “My parents already spent the money, and Cassidy would lose her mind if I backed out. But if I’m not technically the one going, then problem solved.”
Logan nodded. “Fair enough.”
Brielle narrowed her eyes. “You are good at this, right? I don’t need Cassidy or anyone getting suspicious.”
“I’ve done way harder swaps than this. As long as you give me enough details, I’ll be Brielle for the two weeks, no problem.”
She hesitated, then sighed. “Alright, let’s just do this.”
Logan reached out and lightly grabbed her wrist. The swap hit instantly. A rush of heat, a pulling sensation, the odd disorienting shift of losing himself—then suddenly, it was over.
He blinked. The world felt off—he was shorter, lighter, his balance completely different. His vision adjusted, and when he looked down, the sight of Brielle’s slim, toned body greeted him. Her tight burgundy top hugged his new figure, and long blonde hair brushed over his shoulders.
Across from him, Brielle—now in Logan’s body—stumbled, eyes wide as she stared at herself.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, touching her face.
Logan smirked, his new lips curling in amusement. “Welcome to the business.”
Brielle shook her head, adjusting to her new frame. “We need to go back to my place so you can pack.”
Logan flipped her hair over his shoulder, amused at how natural the motion felt. “Lead the way.”
The walk back to Brielle’s apartment felt surreal. The sway of his hips, the bounce of his chest—everything about this body moved differently. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… new. By the time they arrived, Logan had mostly adjusted.
Inside, Brielle’s apartment was exactly what he expected: clean, stylish, and filled with little decorative touches. Logan sat on her bed, crossing his legs instinctively before rolling his eyes at himself.
“Alright,” Brielle said, clapping her hands together. “I need you to pack like me—so cute outfits, bikinis, and definitely not whatever guy logic tells you is enough.”
Logan smirked. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve got this. I’ll see you in two weeks!” he said as he pushed Brielle in his body out the door.
As he packed, he couldn’t help but admire his reflection in the mirror. This was going to be an interesting 14 days.
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