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Lucas's gaze wandered over the cards in his deck, a decisive look on his face. Which one should he play next?
— Wow, if I didn't know you, I'd say you're... nervous, aren't you? – The nerd in front of him let out a soft, confident laugh, also looking at his cards with confidence and almost arrogance.
They were tied; this round was supposed to decide everything.
— Nervous? Pfft. Of course not – Lucas pressed his lips together. This had never happened before; no one had ever been so out of his mind as to challenge him. His life, his very body, were at stake. He had to win this round, no matter what.
But before continuing with this simple game in which everything was on the line, let's review the rules.
Saint Gambler Academy was a prestigious university. Its students excelled in every area of society: science, mathematics, engineering, literature, sports, arts – every field of knowledge was well-managed by its students. Its facilities were also state-of-the-art. Although this wasn't just any university, it had something... special.
The culture of games and gambling was almost a pillar of the institution; it didn't have that name for nothing. And in recent years, that custom has become much more pronounced and... interesting.
A student president was always appointed, who, during their time at the university, would help with certain things, such as improving the quality of life for students, proposing improvements, etc. When Lucas came to power, his ideas were somewhat... revolutionary and, surprisingly, accepted.
The premise was simple. To end bullying, the "static hierarchy" of popular guys, and the same old story about attractive people and outcasts, that roulette wheel had to be altered at its most basic level: bodies.
So "the games" were created; anyone who wanted could challenge another person for their body, taking their social status, their life, and most importantly, their body. The duration depended entirely on the winning party; it could be a day, a week, a month, or even indefinitely. The winning party always determined how the agreement would take effect: if the challenger won, they kept the other person's body; if they lost, they submitted to the other person's mind control.
And why would people accept that? It wasn't as if they did it willingly, especially athletes, cheerleaders, popular guys, and others at the top of the social ladder. But even so, it wasn't as if they didn't have a "winning side" if they managed to properly defend their bodies.
All based on the innocent premise of "putting yourself in someone else's shoes". A good idea that... the further it progressed, the more flaws it revealed.
Changes didn't take long to occur, starting with nerds, overweight people, social outcasts, and others. All programmed by the "Swap Club", a new organization that emerged alongside this development, which managed, organized, authorized, and facilitated the movements (whether body swapping, hypnosis, or whatever). Lucas, in addition to being the student body president, was also its leader and boss.
Soon, almost like magic, the social structure began to change from within, with nerds defeating the athletes and taking their bodies. Almost the entire sports team swapped in a single week, leaving them all trapped in skinny, acne-ridden, loser bodies.
Some perverted guys opted to swap with cheerleaders, others with influencers, artists, gamers, popular people. Lucas hadn't counted on the Academy itself ending up completely turned upside down.
However, his idea of experiencing life in someone else's shoes had undoubtedly been... successful. People who had been losers their entire lives had finally found, through creative games (like a simple card game or rock, paper, scissors) the path to more...attractive bodies.
While they were constantly playing with their chests, squeezing them, smelling their new armpits, and so on, the faculty wondered if it was a good idea or if they needed to intervene, although by the time they reacted, it was too late for them too.
Lucas was in his office like every other day after class. Despite his athletic and even somewhat cocky appearance, he was a good guy, kind, cared about others, believed in not judging a book by its cover, and was almost a himbo in every sense of the word; he was just someone who wanted to make the world a better place. He shuffled his papers, noticing a couple more requests for body swapping, pursed his lips, and let out a sigh.
He himself had doubts about whether launching such an initiative had been the best course of action.
— Sir, um… – His assistant approached him. Originally a skinny, short guy with thick glasses and messy hair, he had been one of the first to experience body swapping, defeating a jock with a clean game of Mahjong.
The Swap Club also had the function of monitoring each game to prevent either side from cheating, ensuring the entire process was legal and above board; hence the importance of its existence – You have a visitor.
Before he could continue, the door to the place opened wide. A thin guy with brown hair styled in various directions, glasses, and a somewhat... perceptive smile walked in.
It turned out that these two had known each other for a long time, had been friends for quite a while, since they were little, spending their adolescence together until almost halfway through their second year of high school, when William decided that Lucas was too stupid to continue being his friend.
It seemed the tables had turned now that they were both in college.
— Is there anything I can help you with? – Lucas flipped over a couple of papers, not looking at him. Will just smiled slightly.
— Actually, yes. I want to challenge you to a game.
— I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I won't accept – Lucas narrowed his eyes. William smiled to himself.
— A high-ranking position like mine isn't in the game's 'catalog, but I'm sure you can find another body that suits your needs as well.
— Well, according to your own rules – William slid out the manual that Lucas himself had taken the time to write and specify for his proposal – There's really nothing that exempts you from being part of this.
The athlete took it in his hands, flipping through the pages, only to find nothing, just as the other had told him.
— Even so, I have the free will to not accept the game if I don't want to.
— And don't you think that would be... hypocritical of you? You're always so in favor of being in someone else's body, but as soon as there's a possibility of someone else walking in your shoes, you refuse. Don't you think that makes you a false leader? – Will said with all the malice in the world, licking his lips.
— There wouldn't be anyone watching the encounter-
A burly, muscular guy with tanned skin, a perfect smile, and equally shiny, well-groomed hair burst into the room. It was Jax, one of Lucas's best friends and also a member of the Swap Club, but that day, Lucas could sense a strange vibe from him, more... confident. Jax wasn't usually egocentric or mean; he was nice, although clearly his physique, trained for so many years in the gym, was what was always noticeable at first glance.
— See? I think it's more a question of you being a... chicken. A cowardly leader who doesn't dare put his own philosophy on the line.
— Fine, you win – Lucas leaned back in his chair, gesturing for him to sit across from him – I remind you that the challenger must have their hand ready.
— And here it is – Will pulled something from his backpack; it was a poker deck – It's actually quite simple. Set aside the queen, king, joker, and aces. Leaving only the 1s through 10s of each suit, shuffle them and deal eight cards in total. The first player to form two sets of four cards, each of the same suit, wins.
Lucas examined the cards, still hesitant. He looked up at Jax, waiting for some response or signal from him, but ended up just shuffling the cards.
The student council president still had a bad feeling about what might happen. The cards felt strange, Jax looked different, damn, he could even see the terrified look on his assistant's face behind those enormous biceps.
— It'll be seven games, whoever has the most wins wins. Deal? – Will extended his palm with that smug, arrogant smile. Lucas had no choice but to nod and shake it.
Lucas's cards had played well so far; he had won three out of six matches, which put Will on equal footing. The athlete felt a cold sensation run down his spine, along with a huge bead of sweat trickling down his temple. Why was he so nervous?
William's body wasn't bad; in fact, it was quite aesthetically pleasing, slender, with perfect hair, handsome cheekbones, and defiant eyes. But it just wasn't his body, it wasn't him. And he wasn't exactly keen to give away all his hard work to someone else. He shuffled his cards in the deck, one by one; he only needed one more heart to complete the remaining sequence. Victory could be within his grasp-
— I have diamonds and spades – William threw the cards down on the table, giving Lucas a near heart attack. This had to be a joke; it couldn't be happening.
— It seems to me it was a fair game, no cheating, and everything according to the rules – Jax muttered sternly, shrugging at the fact that his best friend had lost his body and his position in the process (those were the rules). All the presidents, delegates, and secretaries of the various sports, art, educational, and other clubs had been radically swapped among students, passing power around like a game of marbles.
The Swap Club member approached the soon-to-be former student president, pulling what appeared to be a sophisticated remote control from his pocket. It had two buttons, one green on the bottom and one yellow on top. The guy extended an antenna from the back, initially selecting William, and adjusted a few settings.
Lucas's sharp gaze noticed William's lap, where his hands lay. He was wearing a long-sleeved blazer. Lucas's curious eyes lingered on the shaft of his arm, hidden in the darkness, where a card slid down, exposing the game's deception.
Lucas tried to say something, but was immediately overtaken by the control that, in an instant, "transported" him to the other side of the room. He looked at William's smaller hands, his hairless arms, his thinner frame, and as soon as he lowered his hands, the stacked cards of each suit shot out. William hadn't won; he had cheated.
— You fucking idiot! – He was about to lunge at him when Jax grabbed him in his powerful, swollen arms, while Lucas squirmed like a furious worm.
— Well, Will. I don't think that's any way to talk to a superior like me – he said, letting out a mocking laugh, licking his lips before flexing his arms and flexing his biceps forcefully. Finally, that petulant and conceited attitude of his was perfectly in keeping with his physique.
The real Lucas continued, still making a futile effort in the air. He felt like his arms were two twigs of nard, useless, too thin, and without the necessary strength to resist Jax. Why the hell had he betrayed him? What was the purpose of all this?
His old body approached him with a determined stride before slapping his cheek hard.
— How does it feel to fall under the weight of your own ideas, huh? You're not so damn smart anymore, are you?
His face was red with fury.
— You wish, idiot – “Lucas" walked back to the rear of his desk to kick off his shoes, lifting the soles of his sweaty feet, taking one in his hands and rubbing it against his face, licking and sniffing it like a pervert.
The real Lucas almost fainted from the shock; he wasn't gay, and although he respected them and had nothing against them, it was undoubtedly... uncomfortable to see his body doing things without his control or permission. He even had a girlfriend. W-what would happen to her? What would happen to his career? His future.
— T-time. How long will this be? – Lucas felt stupid for asking something so... stupid.
— Ha. You really think I'm going to give all that back? – William, inside his body, flexed, lifting his armpit to take a long drag – Nah, I'm not an idiot. I'm keeping this, forever. So you'd better get used to it and like your new body, because it's not like you're ever going to get it back – He smiled, still cold and arrogant, and snapped his fingers – Now, Kwon, get our friend out of here. He looks like he needs to... get used to his new self.
Jax nodded, starting to pull Will, who was still trying to resist. His anguished gaze wandered around the room and those present. His assistant was frozen, as if a king had been dethroned (and, well, he wasn't far from the truth). Lucas kept screaming, trying to hold onto the doorframe until he couldn't anymore. The last thing he saw was his old body slowly taking off its shirt, giving him an arrogant smile, and winking at him before the door slammed shut.
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I wanted to take this opportunity to ask you about the next chapter in this series, so… If you liked and were interested in the story, please vote for the option you'd most like to see:
What type of swap would you like to read?
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Swap with a teacher/principal
Swap with a jock/fratbro
Swap with a twink
Swap with a nerd
Swap with an exchange student
Swap with some art club leader
Swap with some member of the Swap Club
Voting ended onApr 8
I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?
