Chat Swap #2

 CHAT MATCHING COMPLETE

You have been paired with another user for a temporary body swap. Chat with your partner. Swap will initiate after 5 minutes of conversation.

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Mark (36 | M):

Yo. Didn’t think this app actually worked. Just finished a set—figured I’d check it out between workouts.

Dylan (28 | M):

Wait… you’re real? Haha okay wow. Was not expecting some bearded gym god to pop up on my screen.

Mark:

Appreciate that. You’re not too bad yourself—look like you just stepped out of a fashion campaign. NYC, huh?

Dylan:

Guilty. Life’s loud, fast, crowded, but I love it. You’re in Vegas?

Mark:

Yeah. Trainer during the day, nightlife on the weekends. Kinda curious how the other half lives. You ever lift?

Dylan:

Define “lift.” My gym routine is walking to the subway station. But hey, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have actual pecs and not just a good angle.

Mark:

Well, you’re about to find out. Just a heads-up, I’m mid-session. You’ll be in the middle of a workout. Hope you’re ready to sweat.

Dylan:

Honestly? Bring it on. I’ll take a break from dodging rats and tourists.

Mark:

Haha deal. Let’s swap, pretty boy.

Dylan:

Just try not to get me hit by a cab.

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CHAT NOTICE

Body swap in 30 seconds. Remain still. Breathing may become erratic during transfer. Enjoy your swap.

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Dylan came to and he blinked. Hard.

Everything felt… heavy, but in the best way possible. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, each one rumbling through lungs that felt way too big to be his.

He sat up slowly, instantly aware of two things: the muscle mass packed into every inch of this body, and the absolute waterfall of sweat rolling down it.

“Holy shit,” Dylan muttered, except it came out in a voice way deeper and rougher than he expected. The sound alone made him freeze. “No fucking way…”

He looked down—massive pecs, thick arms, abs so defined they looked sculpted from stone. And the hair—dark, coarse across his chest and forearms. The veins popped with every movement. His hand moved to his jaw, and he felt the thick, bushy beard under his fingers.

He caught a glimpse of himself in phones front camera.

“Dude…” he whispered. “I’m hot as hell.”

It took a second for him to even register the barbell in front of him, still racked with weight plates. This guy had been mid-set when the swap hit.

Curious, Dylan reached down and grabbed the bar. It lifted with effort—but not struggle. The strength felt effortless compared to his old self. His arms locked into position, and he pumped out a rep. Then another. Then another.

“Okay,” he grinned, “this is wild.”

As he moved through the rest of the set, sweat dripping down his carved chest, he started to lean into it. Every movement felt powerful. Grounded. He wasn’t used to feeling big—but now? He owned the space around him.

After the workout, he grabbed a towel and caught another glimpse of himself in the locker room mirror. Red-faced, shirtless, glistening under the gym lights, beard thick and dark and jawline sharp.

“This guy’s living like this every day?” Dylan said, adjusting the waistband of Mark’s gym shorts. “No wonder he didn’t wanna swap back right away.”

He gave himself one more look—cocky smirk, biceps flexed.

“Okay, Vegas. Let’s see what this body can really do.”

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Mark opened his eyes and instantly squinted. The light pouring in from the window was harsh, but not as harsh as the realization that everything felt… smaller.

His arms, his chest, even the way he moved—lighter, quicker, but a little unsteady. He sat up in the bed he was now laying in and saw slender legs, smooth skin, and a tight black tank top hugging a much smaller torso.

He got out of the bed and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I look like I just graduated college.”

He leaned in closer. Bright blue eyes. Sharp cheekbones. Thick dark hair. He tilted his head, watching how effortlessly this face pulled off that slightly smug, city-boy charm.

“Damn, Dylan,” he chuckled. “You’re a looker.”

He opened the closet and found racks of fitted shirts, designer sneakers, and way more crop tops than he knew what to do with. He settled on a green sweater, jeans that hugged in places he wasn’t used to, and a pair of designer sunglasses. This guy had a vibe, and Mark was kind of into it.

Stepping outside into the New York air was like getting smacked in the face with a hundred conversations, car horns, and the smell of coffee and hot dogs. Mark grinned.

“Alright, this city’s got teeth,” he muttered, weaving through a crowd like he’d done it a hundred times.

He caught his reflection in a shop window and paused. The city’s chaos buzzed around him while he stood there, checking himself out. The sway in his hips, the bounce in his step, how heads actually turned when he walked by.

“I see why you like it here,” he said to himself. “And I’m starting to see why you keep this body in such good shape.”

Mark slipped into a café, ordered a matcha because it felt like the kind of thing Dylan would drink, and sat by the window, people-watching with a satisfied smirk.

“Let’s see what trouble this pretty face can get into.”

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CHAT RE-OPENED

Reconnect with your partner to initiate a swap back.

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Mark (in Dylan’s body):

Yo. You good over there, big guy?

Dylan (in Mark’s body):

More than good. I just finished a second round at the gym, took a freezing cold shower, and now I’m shirtless on a hotel balcony in this body. You may never get it back.

Mark:

Haha same here. I’m walking through Central Park in your body right now and people keep checking me out. It’s a whole new vibe. I’ve never been cute before.

Dylan:

Right?! I don’t know what you were doing with this body, but man, you weren’t showing it off enough. I’m seriously thinking of hitting the strip tonight. Got a shirt that’s basically just mesh.

Mark:

Do it. I just tried on one of your crop tops and not gonna lie… I get it now.

Dylan:

So… real talk. You thinking of swapping back?

Mark:

Honestly? Nah. I kinda love this.

Dylan:

Same. I haven’t felt this alive—ever. Strong, confident, hot as hell. I think I’m gonna ride this out.

Mark:

Works for me. You know how to stretch properly after leg day though, right?

Dylan:

Bro I am the leg day now.

Mark:

Guess we’re really doing this. New lives, new bodies.

Dylan:

Damn right. Just try not to mess mine up. I’ve got a facial scheduled next Thursday.

Mark:

Noted. And don’t break my PR at the gym—I want something to chase when I finally match with someone else.

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APP NOTICE

No swap-back requested. Your connection has been archived. You may remain in your new body until a new match is made.

Hope you guys enjoyed this new installment of chat swaps! There was a lot of love for the first installment so I figured I’d write you guys another one! As a note, this will be an anthology series so we’ll have different people swapped every time I decide to add to this series, but who knows, you may see some familiar faces in the future 😉