Inspired by thegreatstoryteller's post on tumblr which can be found here!
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So here’s the deal: my sister’s bachelorette trip was in Vegas, and last-minute flights were stupid expensive. A friend suggested Body SwapN’B—just pick your destination, and they’ll find someone heading there you can swap with. Seemed genius at the time. What I didn’t expect? Waking up in his body.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes at the Vegas facility was this tanned, sunburned, kind-of-sweaty, very shirtless reflection staring back at me. Broad chest, scruffy stubble, and boxer tan lines? Not exactly the “bachelorette glam” energy I was planning to serve.
Turns out, I had swapped into a guy who looked like he lived off energy drinks and beach workouts. His stuff was already in the room—black athletic shorts, cologne I’d never wear, and a towel still damp on the floor. I took a shower (which felt way different with this body), then threw on the cleanest polo I could find and headed to meet the girls.
That’s when it really hit. They were in matching satin robes with custom tumblers and sashes. I was just… some dude. They tried to include me, bless them, but there’s only so much you can do when the spa hands you a “deep tissue” treatment package because you don’t look like you belong in the mani-pedi group.
Don’t get me wrong—this body was useful. I carried all the bags, got us free drinks from random guys, and didn’t have to worry about my feet hurting in heels. But when we went out to the club, and I caught myself in the mirror next to my sister in her white bride dress, the sadness really hit.
I’ll give Body SwapN’B credit for convenience. But next time? I’d rather fly coach in a middle seat than miss celebrating as myself.
—Regretfully, the accidental bro of the bride
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