"Thanks for reaching out," I said to Kirsten. "What do you need help with?"
"So... you know the party at Robert Fraser's house tonight?" Kirsten began.
"Sure," I said. I hadn't heard of it until now, but an instinct told me not to sound uncool in front of one of the class' most popular girls.
"Well, I really want to go," Kirsten said, "but I think a lot of Robert's friends from the basketball team will be there, and you know how they are around girls. I just want to have a fun evening without getting hit on every two minutes."
"I see," I said. "Do you want me to go with you and help keep them off you, or something?" I hadn't caught wind of any rumors about the boys' basketball team being creeps, but maybe I just wasn't in the know.
"No, no," Kirsten said. "I wouldn't make you do that. Instead, can we swap bodies, just for the evening? I'll go to the party in your body, and you can hang out here until I'm back."
Kirsten's family was wealthy enough to own, right here in their house, a body-swapping machine - the kind that those "swap clinics" make you pay through the nose to use. As far as her family was willing to let on, they only ever used it for relatively mundane things like this.
I had pictured myself in Kirsten's body a couple of times before, like most straight guys in our class probably had - but I had never imagined it could happen for real, and the thought of it made me get a bit... excited. I tried to suppress those feelings for now, though, lest Kirsten pick up on them and label me a creep too.
"And they'll let you into the party in my body?" I asked Kirsten. "Am I invited?"
"Oh - don't worry," Kirsten said. "I can convince them it's me, especially if I show them my wallet and phone."
"Makes sense," I said. "Besides, I've got nothing better to do this evening." Dammit, I thought. I was going for 'casual', but in hindsight, that sounded kind of pathetic. Whatever - just roll with it. "Let's do the swap, then. Where's the machine?"
"Follow me," Kirsten said.
Kirsten led me down to her basement, where the machine waited against a wall. It seemed to be an older model, the kind that evoked the body-swapping machines in old science fiction. Two chairs, two metal helmets, and a boxy mass of mysterious electronics between them. Combined with the dim lighting, it give the basement a slight air of "mad scientist's laboratory".
"Put this on," Kirsten said, handing me one of the helmets. I put it on, tightening the strap under my chin, and sat down in one of the chairs. Kirsten, her own helmet on, pressed some buttons on the machine, then sat in the other chair. The machine began humming.
A few seconds later, I felt a jolt, and my senses shifted. I was sitting in the other chair now, feeling long hair fall down the back and sides of my head.
"Thank you so much," my body said. It - Kirsten - stood up, took my helmet off, and started walking away from the machine, like she had done this a hundred times.
"Wait!" I said, immediately unnerved at the sound of my new voice. Kirsten turned back to look at me. This was the first time I had ever been in a different body, and I could tell it would take some getting used to.
"Sorry," I said. "Hold on." I took Kirsten's helmet off and stood up. I was shorter now, I noticed, and the tightness of the semi-chub in my boxers was gone. Instead, I could feel the weight of breasts on my torso, their sensitive nipples pressing against what must have been my bra.
"I'd really appreciate it if you stayed here in my house while we're swapped," Kirsten said as she led me up the stairs. "My parents are out on a dinner date right now, but they might get back before I do, and they don't like it when I stay out late."
"You want to hide the swap from them?" I asked.
"Yeah," Kirsten said. "If they're home when I get back, just tell them I'm you, and that I'm here for a sleepover. We'll wait in my room until after they've gone to bed, then swap back while they're asleep."
"This is some deception you've got planned," I said.
"Oh, don't tell me you've never gone behind your parents' backs a little," Kirsten said.
"Fair enough," I said, though I couldn't actually remember lying to my parents about my social plans any time recently. There was no way I expected to get drafted into a scheme like this tonight, but I wasn't about to bail out of the swap now.
Kirsten grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys, then took my phone out of her pocket and gave it to me. As she walked through what looked like the internal door to the garage, she said, "If you have to talk to my parents, try to keep it brief. And no looking at my body naked! Or feeling it up!"
"You can count on me," I said, flashing Kirsten a smile with her own mouth. She just closed the door. Soon after, I heard the garage door opening, a car starting and driving away, and the garage door closing again.
I pulled out my phone and shot my parents a text. "Hanging out at a friend's this evening. Might sleep over. I'll be back tomorrow morning." Technically not a lie, and they were lax enough that a message like that would keep them unconcerned and off my case.
So what was I going to do, now that I had Kirsten's house - and her body - all to myself? It was barely past 6 PM, and while I didn't know exactly when Kirsten's parents left for dinner, I figured they probably wouldn't be home for at least an hour or two.
I went upstairs, to the room that I could only assume was Kirsten's, and closed the door. I approached the full-length mirror inside, taking a good, long look up and down Kirsten's figure. I made a few faces in the mirror, then posed with one hand on my hip and gazed seductively into my own eyes.
"You're the greatest guy I've ever met, Will," I said, pretending my reflection was Kirsten talking to me. "I'd love to go on a date with you. As many dates as you want." The absurdity of what I was doing made me laugh. Unfortunately for my self-respect, Kirsten is adorable when she laughs.
"Oh, Will, you're so funny," I said. "And I know you're barely a 5 in my snobby friends' eyes, but to me, you're the handsomest guy in school." I ran a hand through my hair. "I want your hands all over my body, Will."
That's where I drew the line. Kirsten did explicitly say not to feel her body up, and even if I wouldn't get caught, I'd feel bad about it. I figured there was no harm in continuing to look, though, at least as long as I kept Kirsten's clothes on. My eyes drifted downward to the reflection of my boobs. "I'm ogling your boobs, Kirsten," I said. "What are you going to do about it?"
Actually, said a seductive voice from somewhere in my lizard brain, what Kirsten said was not to look at her body naked. As long as it's still wearing her bra and panties, it isn't naked, right? You could be waiting around here for a while. Why don't you try on a couple of Kirsten's outfits to pass the time? And if you catch glimpses of most of her skin while you're changing, well, that can't really be helped, can it?
Okay, I thought, lacking the willpower to resist the desire completely. But I'm not staying in just Kirsten's underwear any longer than I have to. And I'm only going to take selfies when fully clothed, and I won't show them to anyone else.
Oh, right! We can take selfies in this body! my lizard brain said. This is going to be so much fun!
(Continued in Part 2.)
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