My roommate won’t stop bragging about this ridiculous new body swap app she found, swearing up and down that with one tap she can trade places with some random guy online. I roll my eyes, tell her that I’m not letting some bro into my body and that the whole idea sounds cursed. I’m halfway through saying “absolutely not” when she lunges forward, grabs my wrist, and taps the button anyway. Flash. Dizzy wave. Vision snaps. And suddenly — I’m not alone in here. Two bros slam into our bodies like they’ve just spawned in a video game, and the energy shift is instant. These dudes must be best friends because the second they realize they’re inside hot female bodies, they’re grabbing, groping, and dry humping each other like they’ve been waiting years for this excuse. One squeezes his new tits like he’s testing a stress ball while the other hikes up a skirt laughing like he won the jackpot. I watch it unfold in the mirror — my body moving without me, lips parted, hands exploring curves that we
