Take the Swap Class, they said. It will be fun, they said. If you and your partner go the longest without revealing your real identities outside the class, you will get extra credit, they said. Sounded good at the time. I didn’t know I’d be switching bodies with my friend’s girlfriend, Jamie. Jamie was in danger of failing, so she really needed the extra credit. That means I’m having to pretend to be Jamie, which means pretending to be my friend’s girlfriend. That means holding his hand and kissing him.
They never said how good it would feel, how I would start having feelings for my friend in Jamie’s body. Nobody warned me that while in Jamie’s body, I would take their relationship to the next level and have sex with my friend and lose my and Jamie’s virginity at the same time. I didn’t know that I would intentionally break the swap machine so that we would have more time in our swapped bodies. But here I am, still Jamie after a month. Now I’m my friend’s girlfriend, and I feel like I’m genuinely in love with him, and he with me. I know I will have to swap back one day, but I want to enjoy this life as long as I can.
