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Job Interview

"Just remember, do the interview and come back to my house as soon as possible." Jakub jogged from the other side of our facetime call. I watched him on the other side of the call, trying his best to relax. He locked his eyes onto me, sweating profusely as I sat comfortably inside of his car.

"Don't worry, I gotchu man." I murmured, keeping my sights on the rear view, looking back at my new self. I quickly cocked my head upward, keeping it in frame of the video call while simultaneously messing with my new, strong beard.

"Thank you, Garett, I don't want to spend any more time in your body then I have to" Jakub cried from the other side of the phone, as he squeezed his newfound chubbier cheeks, still trying to adjust to my body, meanwhile, I was completely enthralled by his body.

"Hey, you're one to talk, your body smells of complete BO" I joked, raising my larger arms upwards, flexing my newfound strength. To say I was captured by this body would be a lie. Every detail I notice, and every muscle that tightens just made me fall in love with this body even more.

"My body is a temple, thank you, treat it with some respect." Jakub howled, still trying to get used to his new voice. "Whatever, I'll see you after the interview, thank you man." As Jakub ended the call, I was left with myself and his body, sitting inside of his car, waiting for his interview. I looked down at myself, concentrating on my large pecks as they coiled underneath the thin, pungent shirt I had on. My sights darted towards my watch, then at the building in front of me. I only had a few minutes before the interview started to get comfortable with this new body of mine, and I'm not looking to waste any time.

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Catfished

"Such a shame isn't it." I messaged, struggling to use the phone with my larger, rougher hands.

"You cat fished me!" I read as my phone was littered with notifications, covering my screen with the text "Eric has requested to switch back." I closed the Swapper app, hoping to ignore Eric's cries. Instead I opened the camera app and had a clear loot at myself.

God, I am handsome - I thought to myself, seeing my rich hairs and golden chain glisten in the ceiling light. I was shocked immediately by face's charm, seeing a smirk in my face and sending my mind into a heated frenzy. My new face began to brighten with a rosy accent, with my blushing expression bleeding through my cheeks. I could feel my veins and muscles tighten like an embracing, tight hug as I stared at myself. As I placed my hands onto my meaty pecks, which were lathered in a wealthy amount of hair, another message appeared on my screen. "Please switch us back, I can't live in a body like this." Eric pleaded, reminding me of the skinny, short body I had left behind, and only making me more enthralled by this heavy, smooth body. I chuckled momentarily, hearing my new voice taunt me. Who would ever give up a body this grand? It's his fault for believing me anyway, now I have the body of a god, and I'm never trading this away.

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Lakeside.

Once I had finished my second year of university, there was nothing more to look forward to then going back home, enjoying my months off before starting all this again. While I did not live too far from home, I did not get may chances to go home. And along with my parents splitting up, I only saw my father once or twice throughout the year. So, I decided it would be fair to spend time with my father instead of my mother. My father still lived alone, even years after the divorce, so most of the time the house would be just for me. Thankfully, he booked off the next week from work, excited for me to come home and spend time with him. For the first day, he took me to a local ice cream shop, one that I loved when I was younger. And after that, went to watch a film. I could tell my father was very excited that I wanted to spend time with him, and I was as well, he would not leave my side until he went to bed that night. Once he went to bed that night, that was when I wanted to execute my true intent. At the dead of night, I walked into his bedroom, finding him asleep soundly, snuggly wrapped under his blankets. I had no time to waste before he woke up. I swung around this black dog tag from my hands and to his neck, and seconds later I saw his eyes burst open before immediately falling asleep once more, at the same time, I felt my vision become cloudy and I collapsed right next to him. Once my eyes had strengthened, I could see the light blast through the thin blinds. I looked down, finding myself lying with a freezing dog tag around me, at that moment, I knew it worked. "It feels good to be back" I said to myself, raising my hands and placing them around my hairy torso before analysing my tattoos. I instantly dashed to the bathroom, enthralled by my face and muscular body that was paired along with it. I measured myself with my new thinker hands, feeling the muscles that laid inside my arms and legs. I brushed my new bald head, loving its smooth texture that contradicted my hairy frame. On the second day, I spent my time experimenting and enjoying myself with my father's body. One moment, I sat and marvelled myself on the sofa, and the next I went outside jogging in his body. It had been months since I last spent time in his body, and I was not looking to waste that time. On the third day, I went to the gym, had a shower, and decided to enjoy the outdoor decking, which was just opposite a large lake. All I could say was "What a life." As I relaxed with my hand rested on top of my muscular chest, twiddling the dog tag in my hand out of glee.

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Coach's Plan

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Coach?" I said. "Since when have you ever cared about cheating? You want to win, don't you?" He mocked, posing in the mirror and flexing, showing off all his new veins. "But it isn't me winning, it's you winning in my body-" "Exactly. I still look like you, act like you, speak like you, I basically am you. And as long as you keep your mouth shut, nobody will suspect a thing" He uttered, turning towards me, scaring me with my old frame. There was nothing I could do against it, my older body was much younger, stronger, taller and threatening. At first, I thought it was a good idea for Coach to play instead of me, I was not personally in the best mental state to play for the finalists, so Coach playing for me seemed ideal. And I personally loved the feeling of being in Coach's older body felt so good. But after a while, I started to question the ethics of the situation, and wanted to go back into my own body, but Coach had other ideas, and he seemed very stubborn on the idea. And at that point, I knew he would not go back on the idea, and I would be in Coach's body until the end of the competition, being unable to change the events beforehand. It was Coach who was going to play, with my body out on that stage, while I would have to sit on the side-lines, watching it all happen.

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Field Day

It's funny to think that one day, I am just a young adult, and the next, I am a big hulking middle aged man, all for one simple joke my father blown out of proportions. He said I was 'discrediting his work' and scolded that I 'had it too easy'. So my father says next day I had to spend all day in the field by myself just to understand how hard it is. That night, I went to bed pissed at him. I was old enough to control my own life, I did not need him to do it for me. I was even more pissed once I woke up, as I found myself waking up in his room, in his bed, inside his body. I did not even realise it until I threw off the bedsheets from myself and saw myself gifted in muscle and hair. I thought it was all some strange hallucination until I went to the bathroom, seeing myself with my father's face. At first, I spent minutes tugging at my beard and testing my muscles, trying to find out if this was real - It felt real enough. I was hoping this was all some wicked dream or psychotic episode but I feared that was not the case. My first though was to check my own room, only to find no body there. I was stuck in my father's body, while my original body was nowhere to be seen, in some sick twisted act of fate. All I could find in my room was my old phone, which was useless to me due to the Face ID settings, and a note placed beside it. I picked up the slightly crumpled, torn paper, seeing my father's handwriting caressing its thin fabric. My father wrote on the note: “If you’re gonna talk like you know everything, you better walk like you’ve lived it. The boots are by the door. See how a real man works.” This was twisted. A twisted challenge he made me take. On the back of his note was a list of jobs he wanted me to do, just great. I cursed aloud, bellowing my deeper, worn out voice. I admittingly had nothing else to do, I could either spend the rest of the day screaming into the wind in his body, proving my father right, or take the challenge he forced me into. I entered his room, slipping on his baggy sweatpants that barley fit his bulk, getting myself into his mindset and gear. I headed to the door, equipping his size 13 boots, which once seemed oversized to me, now fit me like a glove. As minutes turned to hours, I found myself sweating as I finished my list of jobs. My father's body thrived on labour, contrasting my old body which struggled to even move a haybale. As much as I hated feeling his muscles tighten and beard squish into his chest, I enjoyed the feeling of strength and confident that came with my new physique. It made me understand in some way why he was such an asshole at times, with a feeling like this how could you not be. I know from this event, my father was trying to teach me something, he wanted me to learn what it was like to work for something without complaining, and in a way, it worked. He made me carry this weight of responsibility on my own, even if it was assisted by his body, and for that, I can respect him for it.

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Mirrored Reality

"So, what makes you want my body?" Dan, my friend of 8 years uttered to me, toying with his drink in his hand, taking a swig while staring me in the eyes. In the modern day, it was common for many people to consider such a thing, with Body Swap technology being more widely accessible, loads of people used it to swap it with anyone they wanted, with the paper work of course. Bosses would switch with Team Members, Adults would switch with young adults, anyone and everyone as long as they qualified. Anyone would switch for any reason, some to be younger, some to fix their insecurities, some to become irresistible. Both Dan and I had know each other for a while, with both of us meeting in the gym before we became well acquainted. The both of us were single and in our forties, meaning we had more time to spend with each other. "Well, just look at you!" I said, flustered by my own words, looking at Dan's handsome bearded mug. "I envy you so much, I can't put it into words." Dan erupted once more, but this time trying not to hide it. "What's doing it for you? It is my tattoos? My muscles? My beard? My winning smile?" he chuckled, locking his eyes with mine. I stuttered slightly before being able to even conjure a response. "it's everything." I spewed, starting to sweat slightly from the pressure of the situation. "the way you carry yourself, your voice, your charisma, your- everything." He took another swig of his drink, closing his eyes for a moment, thinking for just a second on how to respond. "You've thought about this for a while, haven't you?" he questioned. "Don't remember the last time I didn't." I uttered. "I would love to wake up and be like you. I think about it everyday. That last line hung in the air for a moment. "So, if we went through with this, what would you even do with my body?" Dan folded his arms, putting his tattoos and muscles on display. "I think" I stuttered. "I would just live. Just live a life as you." It was a question I pondered for hours daily, but now that I had to put it into words, I struggled. "I would love to live just a day as you, you walk into a room and people notice. You look like the kind of guy who doesn’t need to explain himself. I want that." "I think I'd like that" Dan said, shocking me to the core. "Being able to escape life for just a little bit, not scaring everyone around me, not making everyone around me think I'll knock their teeth in... I think I'd like that. I think I'd like that quiet kind of confidence." "Are you serious?" I questioned, unable to tell if he was joking with his sudden change of demeanour. "I think I am, and I don't think it's something I realised I wanted until now." Dan said with a lowered voice. "We could try it for a week, let me really see what its like to be in your skin, and then maybe." He said, with a pause in his speech. "Maybe we could extend that week trial. Maybe by another week, maybe by longer." "You want to go through with that?" I questioned again. "Yeah. I really think I do."

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Pozzer App

"Come on" I blurted and repeated as I desperately bashed my thick meaty hands into the phone in front of me.

I knew this "Pozzer" app becoming involved in job would be problem. Sure, it was a harmless app to use, simply letting me possess my clients to help them with some poses or stretches during their workout, but I'd never do it without their permission. I just, simply fell into Conner here, and next thing I know I have possessed him by mistake. I never even used this app with him, I never felt like I had to, he always knew what he was doing, I just had the app for other clients. But looking at his phone, it seems like he already had it downloaded. Why? He never struck me like the guy to do so, he always stayed grounded to his morals. Why would he all of all people need this app? Did he accidentally leave it on, making me possess him? Regardless, his phone is so old it won't even load the app correctly. I've been stuck in his body for ten minutes, and there is no way I can continue teaching in his body, that's has to be a violation or something - realistically my work never gave me any guidelines or training for this app, they just threw it at me. I just need to get out of this body. What do I even do if I am stuck in here? Would they even believe me, my old body is nowhere to be seen because I am stuck possessing this middle aged man, like I just aged twenty years out of no where. How much time do I have until my next client? 10 minutes. I've got to fix this in 10 minutes. I knew this body possession app would be a mistake.

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Father's Flex

When my son pitched the idea of "switching bodies for a week" to me for my birthday, I thought he was a fool or joking with me, why would he want to give up his 30 year old lean body for his 67 year old father? He insisted he was being serious, and would book the week off work for me to enjoy a youthful life again, even if it was temporary. My birthday came around, and I could not even believe he went through with it, I just one day woke up in his house, half a state away, and found a kind note from his along with some presents on the bedside table. Now the first day was just me trying to get used to his six foot tall body, stumbling everywhere and almost falling down the stairs every time. But the second day? That's where it got interesting, that's when I started to go to his local gym, slipping on his favourite tank top and belt, ready to feel these muscles work. With every minute I spent here, I could feel myself being just like him, just as cocky and confident as he is, flexing and taking hundreds of photos in the mirror just like him - as if he did not have enough photos of himself. I was starting to love this smirk I was slowly starting to pick up from him as I looked longer in the mirror. As I was loving this body with working wrists and knees, all I could think of was "This is your life, huh?", and what a life it is to live.

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I Do … in his shoes.

After the "Great Shift" took place, the world was turned upside down, hundreds upon thousands of individuals swapping bodies overnight with no reason being found. Parents, Service workers, teachers, nobody was safe from the "Great Shift", and I was not a exception. I found myself waking up in a dorm room, same shape as my own, but all the décor different from mine. All the computers, circuits and other electronics replaced with Rugby balls and duffel bags. I looked the mirror adjacent to my bed, only to see myself with a different face. A face I knew too well. Bradley's face.

My best friend since secondary school, dorm mate through university, and now, somehow, the body I’d live in. I was tall, nerdy and a computer lover - never one for sports or gym work. Bradley, on the other hand, was the golden boy of Sports strong, confident, charismatic, and just a little cocky. He stood about a head shorter than I had, but with a body sculpted from rugby and resistance training. Waking up that morning, finding myself inside he almost naked, sturdy body, had me complete shock. The feeling between us was mutual. At first, everyone tried to find a reason or fix to the "Great Shift", but as time went on, no solution was found, scientists could not find any reason on why it happened. Overtime, everyone accepted this was life from now on, I did not matter who you were then, it mattered who you were now. Bradley and I were luckier then others, as we swapped with each other who were only a wall away from each other, unlike others who could have swapped with someone from miles away if they are lucky. Bradley and I tried out best to understand and accept our new bodies, finding it hard to not only adapt to the physical differences between us, but also how different our lives where. But after a while, it all snapped, Sports came to me so easily and Bradley went mad with electronics. We talked every day, speaking on our experiences in each other's bodies. The distance between us started to shrink, and so did the walls between us. The more we shared, the closer we got, even after our years of experience with each other. Overtime, we were more inseparable then we ever were before, sicking by each other's side without a moment apart. Everything in our lives just simply came to us easier as we stuck together. At the start, it was hard for us to tell others we ended up in each other's bodies, but after a while, we wore it with pride. We knew each other in and out more then anyone else would. After a while, we started dating, it felt weird at first - loving my own body from the outside, seeing him through his old eyes. But the affection was real, deep, and familiar in a way no one else could replicate.

And nine years later, here we were, no fix in sight, still in love. Standing in front of hundreds of family and friends. Him still wearing my old face, painted in a beige suit. But when I look down at myself in the black tux, seeing his broad shoulders, those strong arms, that ever-present smirk. I realize just how lucky I am. And damn. His body really does look good in a black suit

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How's it going in there?

My friend murmured while I skewed in my seat, readjusting myself constantly.

"Oh, it's really weird. Honestly it's like a fever dream" I laughed, readjusting my shirt and barley looking at anyone else in the room, too focused on myself. "The thing I thought would be the weirdest to me would be the beard or the tattoos but no, it's the bloody size of your legs. They're like constantly wigging because of how big they are man. They're like tree trunks for god's sake." We both chuckled, enjoying the oddity of the situation. When I was originally asked to join the psychology-body-swap podcast episode with a friend, I did not think being inside his body was a part of the deal. I thought I was just going to sit here and talk about the ethics of it, not experiencing it. This was my first time doing anything of the sort so it was all so foreign to me. It was so unnatural to be so big, beefy and hairy, and all I could feel was a large surge of overwhelming confidence. "You live like this" I asked, adjusting the cap on my head as it started to fall and absorb my sweat. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the testosterone radiating off me. But a strange, surging confidence had taken me. Like I could walk into any room and everyone would turn to look at me, it was invigorating.

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Auction Winner

When I heard of that "Body Auction" app thing, I thought it was all some joke some celebrity stirred, or something weirdos did for kicks. It just seemed like an easy way for someone to just donate a lot of money and act like a big deal for an hour or two. I kept seeing ads and tweets and everything else about the app. At the start I thought only fools would use it, but overtime I became more curious about it. I downloaded the app, spent a good 20 minutes looking at people. Then I found him, Marcus. He barely had any bids, but he was at the forefront of my mind. I scanned his description; Three Days, 37 years old, Full control possession. How could I say no to that. I placed the bid, waiting patiently for two minutes, hoping nobody would place a bid last second. Then I woke up, finding myself standing in front of the mirror in a public gym. At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I flexed, accidentally. “Oh my god,” I whispered, but erupted with a deep voice. I spent a good while in that bathroom, experimenting with my new tanky physique. I couldn't stop grinning. Then again, I couldn't stop moving. I just kept flexing and shifting as I stood, always keeping my eyes locked on myself. I watched my veins pop as they danced around my muscles, filled with blood and testosterone. A hundred words could describe how I was feeling right now; Warm, Powerful, Energetic, Indestructible. it all made it so clear to me why people spent this much money, and typically that was only for a hour or two - You're telling me I am going to look like this for three days? What a deal.

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Good Old Prank

"Good Morning, Handsome!" I texted, with an attached image of myself, or rather my new self, in the mirror shirtless.

Mike had always been my right hand made for as long as I could remember, he always counter balanced my humorous chaotic nature with his serious straight personality. I guess our contrasting personalities always made us click with each other. I was always a prankiest, and he was always the victim. Laxatives? used them hundreds of times . Fun Snaps? How could I not use them. But I needed to up my game, my pranks were starting to repeat and be predictable. So what was the next logical step from using Hot Sauce? Taking his body of course! And my god, for our age he is very well built. Waking up in his body, I felt like I’d inherited a tank. A well -groomed, surprisingly flexible, tank at that. I woke up at 5 am, something Mike would have hated for me to do, and immediately went to his mirror, took a photo and sent it to him, leaving some gifts for him to see when he wakes up completely confused why he is in my house. I already had a list of things to do in his body, things he would not be caught dead doing, but I would love doing. Go to his gym, visit the local coffee shops, maybe spend some time in the local pub. The only type of fun you could have waking up in your friend's body. I just hope he sees the fun in this when he wakes up struggling to check his phone without any glasses.

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Stupid Bet

"Can you stop sitting like that" I barked, angry at the sight before me. "What? it's my body now isn't it? You're the idiot that bet this body in a game of Blackjack, I am taking full advantage of this situation. and I for one, am loving it." I saw my father smirk and stretch in his seat, but I knew it was not my father, It was Darren wearing his body. "Your dad REALLY looks after himself doesn't he" He chuckled. "Might have to stay in here a bit longer." "Shut up" I blurted, embarrassed and turning red. "He does! It's like... primal in a way. I just feel really strong in here." He smirked again. I think he could see my expression bleed through. "Hey, calm down. You're just lucky I haven't shaved him bald yet. Or better yet getting another tattoo. Think he'd like that?"

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Halloween Costumes

Halloween was my favourite time of year, not just because it was a good excuse to get drunk, but mostly because you could dress up as anyone you wanted for a night. Could be a cowboy, could be a police officer, but between me and my friends, we always went further then that. Fictional characters were always our favourites, where we would dress as Arthur Morgan or Spider-Man, but this year I decided to dress as Cyclops. So once all fifty or so friends I invited to the party, it was time to start the main event. My parties were never normal, everybody knew that, and that's what made it special. As the clock struck 9pm, everyone in the party would have the chance to play as a different character, and that is done by swapping everybody's bodies around. I think that was the reason every still make even when we were well out of the age of Halloween. I took a good look around the room, seeing all the different costumes around me, preparing to be any of them. Maybe I could spend the night as Mario, or maybe even as Indiana Jones. So many possibilities, so little time. So just before the clock struck 9, I took a good look at myself, enjoying my Cyclops costume one last time before I was stuck as someone else for 3 hours. - - William’s Perspective - - - - - One minute I was in some tight spandex with some bright LED mask covering my eyes, and the next, I found myself sweating while wearing a jacket and sweater. Before my eyes could even adjust, I tightened my hands, finding a heavy bag in one, and an almost empty bottle in the other. As I murmured to myself, my voice was stern, a voice I could easily identity, I was in Tom's body. I put down the bag and bottle, feeling my body. I first noticed I was much taller, maybe even half a foot taller, and much heavier too. It took a moment for me to recognise which character I was, but in the end I realised I was Captain Haddock. It was nice to feel my muscles being able to breath though, free from the tight latex I was previously in. The beard was fake, but scratchy as hell. And the hat and pipe? Reeked of rum. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror by the hallway, Tom perfectly captured the look of a tired sea captain to a tee.

I could easily understands why Tom picked these out-of-left-field characters, it feels great to be so unique and beloved. They were strange yet unforgettable. I loved giving off this persona that Tom's body enabled me to have, this broken yet straight sailor with a heart of gold, and not as a perfectionist like Tom was.

- - Tom's Perspective - - - - - One minute, I was mid swig of my favourite rum, and the next, I found my skin choking in a tight latex suit. I looked down and saw the bright yellow stripes, easily seeing every inch of this body, even if I did not want to see it. My throat felt smooth and dry, yet my head was buzzing, probably still getting used to this new body. I rushed to the nearest mirror, tripping over what felt like entirely new legs. And then I saw myself, wearing a Cyclops skin suit, with a big muscular physique below it, and at that moment I knew I ended up in William's body.

I took off the glowing visor and hood, seeing William's face painted in glee. I was already starting to bleed through this body. From the outside, It looked like a really good costume, but on the inside, it felt invigorating. I had a flow of power and authority running through me, and I was loving it, I could see why William always picked these leader type characters.

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Hey, thought I’d made a post saying that I am wanting to leave Tumblr, not because anything bad has happened to me on here but I am wanting to focus more on my self.

I’m going to post any stories left in my drafts that I didn’t post over the last couple of months and after that I most likely won’t post anymore stories or be active on other social medias. I have no plans to deactivate this account or delete any stories at the moment.

Stay safe, all!

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Out of Style

I scroll through my Instagram, sitting down for what must have been an hour, looking at photos of my friends and strangers. Nothing catches my eye until I see one post from my dad. I was shocked briefly as I looked at him. He was borrowing my body for his upcoming golf tournament, which I was fine with, even if it meant I was stuck in his fifty year old body for a week. I saw my own body and hated how it looked. His smile bled through my old face, even with my eyes being mascaraed with his sunglasses. My body was clad in clothing I would never think of wearing, he made no effort to pretend. I looked at the photo for a while, analysing it, reminding myself of the situation I was in. I went through his account and saw more and more photos he took while in my body and it irritated me extremely. I could not wait for this all to be over so I could escape this middle aged body and return to my own.

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In each other's Running Shoes.

"How long you reckon this would last?" Bryan questioned, turning to his friend who was fixated on his phone, bashing his thumbs into the small keyboard.

Earlier that day, Bryan's long time friend, Conner, had given Bryan an offer. The two would usually spend their mornings with a light jog together, but Conner offered to try some experimental elixir with his friend, in the hopes to make his calm Saturday more unique. Bryan took him up on this offer and found himself in a Freaky-Friday like event with his friend Conner originally presented this as a hour long experience, but they both has spent five more hours in each others bodies.

Conner, still struggling to adjust to his new frame, frustratingly searched online, trying to find some answers online. Conner kept stretching out his light blue shirt and readjusting his feet inside his new blue shoes. He kept grunting and sighing as he felt claustrophobic in his new skin. Bryan on the other hand, sat their and questioned his situation, trying to find some comfort in his new skin.

The two sat there, stuck in each other's bodies, not knowing how to handle the situation, hoping to find some way out of it.