A spin-off of my previous story, Raj's Break.
After three straight years of grinding in NYC, Pedro and I had finally done it. We bought tickets for a real vacation. Pedro had found the deal on some sketchy travel site, but the photos looked insane: turquoise beach, infinity pools, palm trees swaying. We didnât ask too many questions, but maybe we shouldâve.
âFinally,â I said, stepping out of the transport bus and stretching. âNo spreadsheets for seven whole days.â Pedro grinned beside me as he hauled our suitcases from the trunk.
The lobby was even better than the picturesâwhite marble, soft blue accents, and the faint smell of coconut sunscreen and expensive rum. We were pinching ourselves about how cheap the package had been for such a nice place when the cheerful front desk attendant slid our keycards over with a bright smile.
âWelcome to Azure Sands! Just a heads-upâyour orientation starts in twenty minutes at the Sapphire Lounge.â
I raised an eyebrow. âOrientation?â
âOh, itâs our signature Body Harmony Experience!â she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. âEveryone swaps bodies for the duration of their stay. Temporary, of course⊠unless you donât want it to be.â She winked like she was sharing a fun secret.
Pedro and I exchanged a look. My stomach did a little flip.
By the time we made it to the Sapphire Lounge, the place was buzzing. The staff explained the process: random pairing unless you requested to swap with someone you came with. Most people seemed excited. A few looked nervous. I scanned the room and immediately spotted way too many creepy older guys eyeing the crowd like it was a buffet.
I leaned over to Pedro and whispered urgently, âNo way am I risking some random dude in my body. Please, can we just swap with each other? I trust you.â
Pedro hesitated, his eyes drifting across the room to a group of ridiculously sculpted guys laughing near the bar. True Adonisesâbroad shoulders, sharp jawlines. Honestly they were all his wet dream. For a second I thought he was going to say no.
âCome on, Pedro,â I begged, grabbing his arm. âI do not want to spend a week wondering if some stranger is jerking off with my clit or whatever. Please?â
He sighed dramatically, but the corner of his mouth twitched. âFine. But Iâm filing a formal complaint that Iâm missing out on prime vacation dick potential.â
We told the staff we wanted to swap with each other.
That evening, after a welcome dinner that was way too fancy for the price we paid, they walked us through the final details in a smaller group session.
âThe swap activates at dawn,â the coordinator explained. âItâs completely reversible at checkout⊠provided no vaginal or anal intercourse occurs between the swapped individuals and their original bodies.â
Pedro and I made almost identical faces of mild disgust at each other.
âYeah, hard pass,â I muttered. He glared at me before we both broke out into a bit of laughter.
Then, as if to just fuck with me, he quickly raised his hand and asked, âCan we still fuck other people at the resort?â
I slapped his arm as the coordinator calmly and professionally responded, âYes, having sex with any other guests will still allow you to swap back at the end of your stay.â
Later that night we sat on the balcony of our villa, feet up, sipping something sweet and strong while the ocean whispered below us.
âStill canât believe weâre doing this,â I said, staring at the stars. âSeven days in someone elseâs body. Your body.â
Pedro smirked, swirling his drink. âHey, youâre getting the upgrade. This ass has been doing squats religiously. Youâre welcome.â
I rolled my eyes but couldnât help smiling. âJust promise me you wonât do anything too embarrassing in my body.â
âSame goes for you, bestie.â
We clinked glasses, both of us pretending the whole thing felt completely normal. But as I lay in bed later, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, a tiny flutter of nerves settled in my stomach. Tomorrow morning Iâd wake up as Pedro. Short brown hair. A mustache and some scruff. Some tattoos. And a cock.
And heâd wake up as me.
I pushed the thought down, rolled over, and tried to sleep.
Two days later, the swap already felt⊠normal. Weirdly normal.
Pedroâs lean, athletic build moved easily. The way people looked at me now was different tooâmore direct, more appraising. I kind of liked it.
Pedro, meanwhile, had practically sprinted off to sign up for every free excursion the resort offered. Snorkeling, kayaking, some jungle hike that sounded miserable in the heat. âIâm living my best gay life in your hot little body,â heâd texted me this morning, along with a selfie of my face smiling way too brightly on a catamaran. âDonât wait up.â
So I stayed behind. Beach chair, sunscreen, endless piña coladas, and zero plans. Pure vacation mode.
I was stretched out on a lounger by the infinity pool when he approached.
âHey, mind if I take the chair next to you?â
I looked up, shielding my eyes from the sun. The guy standing there was stupidly good-looking. Tan skin that glowed under the Caribbean light, dark hair still damp from the pool, and a mustache that was just a little longer and thicker than the short beard framing his jaw. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down the center of his chest and over abs. His biceps flexed naturally as he set his towel downâreally nice biceps.
âSure,â I said, sitting up a little. âPlenty of room.â
He dropped into the chair with an easy grin, that big, bright smile flashing white against his tan. âThanks, man. Iâm Aidan.â
For the first time out loud, I introduced myself as someone else.
âPedro,â I said, testing the name on my tongue. It felt strange, but not bad. âNice to meet you.â
We chatted for a while. Aidan had this effortless bro energy that made everything feel easy. He laughed loud and often. As he relaxed in the lounge chair, he draped one thick arm behind his head, causing his bicep to flex and pop under his tan skin.
At first, I thought he was completely straight. His voice was deep and relaxed, the kind of guy who probably played pickup basketball on weekends and talked shit with his buddies. He kept the conversation light â complaining about the overpriced drinks, joking about the resortâs cheesy âharmony activities,â and asking if Iâd tried the jet skis yet.
But then I caught the glances.
While I was mid-sentence about the ridiculous infinity pool and looking off into the distance, I could feel his eyes flick down to my waist, lingering on the sharp cuts of Pedroâs obliques. A second later I turned my gaze back to him and they snapped back up to my face, innocent again. When I stretched my arms overhead to crack my back, his eyes dropped to my chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of muscle before he quickly looked away.
Once I noticed, I couldnât stop seeing it. And fuck, it sent a warm little thrill straight through me.
I started flirting back without even meaning to. Every time he cracked a joke, I leaned in closer, laughing low. When I reached for my drink, I flexed my arm just a little more than necessary. Pedroâs body responded instantly â heat pooling low in my stomach, my pulse picking up.
Aidanâs smile grew wider, slower, more interested.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
âSoâŠâ I said, swirling the last of my piña colada, âwhatâs your real body like? You know⊠before all this.â
âSo⊠whatâs your real body like?â I asked, taking a slow sip of my drink. âYou know, before.â
Aidan blinked, then gave me the most perfectly innocent look. âOh no man, I actually didnât have to swap. The guy they matched me with ended up having to leave unexpectedly. But Iâm not mad about it, the whole thing seems a bit too out there for me.â
He said it so smoothly. But there was this tiny, cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âAlright, well⊠my original nameâs Luna, actually,â I said, watching his reaction. âThis is my best friend Pedroâs body.â
Aidanâs eyebrows lifted, and that big, beautiful smile spread across his face again, slower this time.
âNo shit? A gender swap too?â He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving me a much more obvious once-over now that the cards were on the table. âI havenât met anyone yet thatâs done that. Howâs it feeling? Being in a guyâs body?â
I shrugged, feeling a little heat rise in my cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. âWeird at first. But Iâm getting used to it. Pedro seems to like it more, heâs probably flirting with half the resort on some boat tour right now.â
Aidan laughed, low and warm. He leaned back to stretch and lifted his arms up flexing them slightly before reaching over and gently rubbing his shoulder. He pretended not to realize I was admiring his physique.
Then, his gaze lingered againâthis time openlyâtracing the lines of Pedroâs torso, the light definition in my arms and chest. âGotta say⊠you wear it well, Pedro. Really well.â
I smirked, flexing one arm just enough for the bicep to tighten.
We let the silence linger for a moment and then laid back down in our chairs.
That night, while Pedro snored softly on the other side of the room, I slipped out of bed. My heart was hammering in Pedroâs chest as I pulled on a pair of loose shorts and padded barefoot down the moonlit path toward Aidanâs room. Heâd mentioned his room number earlier, all casual, like it was no big deal. I told myself I was just going to talk. Maybe have another drink. But we both knew that was bullshit.
He opened the door shirtless, that light dusting of hair across his chest catching the low light, and gave me that big, beautiful smile. âI was hoping youâd drop by.â
We didnât waste much time on small talk.
The second the door clicked shut, Aidan pulled me in, his hands sure and confident on my waist. His mouth found mineâwarm, tasting faintly of rumâand I let myself melt into it. Pedroâs body responded fast, heat pooling low in my stomach as Aidanâs fingers traced down my sides, mapping every new inch of me like he had all the time in the world.
He was slow about it. Deliberate. The kind of dominance that came from years and years and years of experience. He laid me back on the bed, kissing down my neck, my chest, his mustache brushing softly against my skin. His hands ran along every curve of muscle, slow and attentive, like he was savoring the body he was in just as much as the one he was fucking.
When he finally pushed inside meâhis thick cock sliding into my tight holeâI gasped, back arching off the sheets. Aidan let out a low, amused chuckle, deep in his throat, like he couldnât quite believe how good it felt.
âFuck⊠so tight,â he murmured, staying perfectly still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he started movingâslow, deep rolls of his hips that made my toes curl. He was in no rush. Every thrust was controlled, experienced, hitting just the right angle while his hands kept exploring, stroking my chest, my arms, my cock with lazy confidence.
It reminded me of one night in Miami Iâd spent with some 46-year-old modelâsame attentive patience, same way of making every touch feel intentional. But this was better. Hotter. Maybe because it was happening in Pedroâs body, with this gorgeous guy who kept looking at me like I was the best thing heâd seen all week.
In the middle of it, as his rhythm stayed steady and deep, Aidanâs breathing got rougher. His voice dropped into these low, filthy grunts right against my ear.
âGod⊠havenât felt this good in forever,â he groaned, hips snapping a little harder. âSo fucking tight⊠so goodâŠâ
Then, he moaned his own name softly. âAidan⊠fuck, Aidan⊠fuckkkkâ
Then, a bit louder, almost reverent: âAidan⊠thank you, Aidan⊠for letting me have this.â
My brain was too fogged with pleasure to fully process it at first. But then he pulled back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark and gleaming. Realization flickered across his face.
Instead of stopping or apologizing, he just smirked. That cheeky little grin from the pool earlier, only darker now. Hungrier. He started thrusting faster, one hand wrapping around my cock and stroking in time with his hips.
âYeah⊠thatâs right,â he growled, voice thick. âThis bodyâs mine now. Forever.â
We both came hardâme first, spilling over his fist with a choked groan, then him a few deep thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside me. The room spun for a minute, nothing but heavy breathing and the distant crash of waves outside.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on our skin. I turned my head to look at him, still catching my breath.
âSo⊠Iâll ask again. Who are you?â I asked quietly.
Aidan propped himself up on one elbow, that same small smirk playing on his lips. âMy nephew and I came here together.â He said, gesturing to himself. âAnd within an hour of the swap, we made it permanent.â
I blinked. âWhy would you do that?â
He gestured again lazily at his bodyâtan skin, curly hair, those perfect biceps and the light trail of hair down his abs. âWouldnât you?â
I let out a short laugh. âLet me reframe. Why would he do that? What did you look like before?â
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, scrolled for a second, then turned the screen toward me. The photo showed a guy in his late 40sâstill handsome, salt-and-pepper stubble, decent build, the kind of âcool uncleâ vibe.
He looked good for his age. Really good. At least if the pictures he was showing me were recent. But still, nowhere near the level of the twenty-five-year-old Adonis currently lying next to me.
âI was the cool, muscular bachelor uncle,â he explained with a shrug, voice still lazy and satisfied. âGuess it was more idolization than anything.â
I looked at him pensively, he shifted.
âMy nephew always looked up to me,â he continued. âI figured Iâd invite him on a nice trip just the two of us, pretend I didnât know about the whole Body Harmony thing, convince him itâd be a cool bonding thing to swap, Iâd get a week of thisââ he ran a hand down his own chest, flexing slightly, ââ have some fun, then swap back.â
He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling smirking to himself.
âBut then he agreed so fast. Surprised the hell out of me,â he said. âAnd I knew how horny my body was just from the anticipation of swapping with him and not having jerked off in a few days⊠so when I started sucking his cock that morning, he didnât want to stop⊠And when I lined my new ass up over my old big uncut cockâŠâ He turned to look at me, âwell he wanted to cum so bad that I didnât really have to do any convincing.â
The way fingers kept tracing lazy circles on my hip told me he wasnât exactly broken up about it.
âAnd so I didnât think it was worth telling you because, well, it doesnât really matter now,â he added, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. âFor all intents and purposes, I really am Aidan.â
I slipped out of Aidanâs villa sometime after 3 a.m., the warm night air cooling the sweat on my skin as I walked back along the torch-lit path. My legs still felt a little shaky in the best way. When I eased open the door to our room, Pedro was still dead asleep, curled up on his bed with my long hair fanned across the pillow, breathing slow and even. I slid back into bed carefully. Pedro didnât even stir.
The next few days blurred into a lazy, sun-drenched rhythm that felt dangerously good.
Aidan and I kept finding each other. We had way more in common than I expectedâsame dry sense of humor, same taste in music, same low-key hatred for overly touristy bullshit. He asked me endless questions about New York, leaning in close on our loungers with that big, easy smile. Turns out the real Aidanâhis nephewâhad moved to the city just a few months ago. The new Aidan would be heading back to that apartment soon and knew almost nothing about actually living there.
âSo⊠best cheap sushi spot in the West Village?â heâd ask, tracing idle patterns on my arm with his fingers. âAnd where do people actually go running without getting hit by cabs?â
I gave him all the tips I couldâhidden bagel spots, which subway lines sucked the least, the best rooftop bars that werenât completely overrun.
We did one of the excursions togetherâjet skiing out on the turquoise water. The engine roared under us as he drove, my arms wrapped tight around his waist from behind, my chest pressed to his back. Every time we hit a wave and bounced, heâd laugh as I grabbed him tighter. When we stopped in a quiet cove to float for a while, he pulled me in for a slow, salty kiss. We barely made it back to shore without getting ourselves in trouble.
The rest of the time we just relaxed. Long hours by the pool or on the beach, tanning side by side, talking about everything and nothing. And whenever the mood struckâand it struck oftenâweâd sneak off to some secluded spot: behind a cluster of palm trees, an empty cabana at the far end of the resort, once even a quiet corner of the beach after dark. Heâd fuck me slow and deep again, that experienced, patient dominance making my brain melt every single time. His hands always seemed to know exactly where to touch, how hard to grip Pedroâs hips, how to stroke my cock until I was biting back moans.
One afternoon, while we were tangled up in a shaded lounger, he ran his fingers over the tattoos on myâPedroâsâarm and murmured, âFuck, I love these tattoos on youâŠâ
He caught himself almost immediately, blinking like heâd said something dumb, because they werenât actually mine. I laughed softly, still catching my breath.
âActually⊠Iâm the one who picked out most of these,â I told him, tracing one of the lines on my own bicep. âPedro came to me for advice on pretty much all of them. The haircut too. And half his clothes. He really does listen to me about that stuff.â
Aidanâs smirk softened into something warmer. âMakes sense. Youâve got good taste.â His hand slid lower, squeezing my thigh possessively. âClearly.â
I thought about it more later, lying there while Aidan dozed beside me. I really had shaped a lot of how Pedro presented himself. He trusted my eye for that kind of thing. It felt strangely intimate nowâseeing those choices from this perspective.
I only really saw Pedro at dinners. Heâd show up flushed and buzzing from whatever random adventure heâd dragged my body into that dayâparasailing, some rum tasting tour, a dance class that apparently involved way too much hip movement. He looked happy as hell in my skin, laughing loud, gesturing with my hands, flirting shamelessly with anyone who caught his eye. Weâd catch up over cocktails and fancy seafood, swapping quick stories, but he was always itching to run off again afterward.
âBest week ever, Luna,â heâd say with my face, clinking his glass against mine. âDonât wait up.â
On the fifth day, Pedro cornered me at dinner looking equal parts excited and sheepish. We were halfway through some fancy grilled fish dish when he leaned in, my own face flushed and eyes bright.
âOkay, so⊠I met a guy,â he said, biting his lip in that way I usually did when I was nervous. âAnd holy shit, Luna, heâs super into me. Like, really into me. Iâm so fucking horny right now I can barely think straight. Would it be okay if⊠you know⊠he fucked me? In your body?â
I had to press my lips together hard to keep from laughing out loud. If only he knew. I was literally sitting there full of Aidanâs cum from earlier that afternoonâit was slowly leaking out of me into my borrowed shorts.
Instead, I kept my face perfectly chill, shrugging one of Pedroâs shoulders like it was no big deal.
âYeah, of course,â I said, taking a casual sip of my rum punch. âGo for it. Have fun.â
Pedroâs eyes lit upâmy eyes, technicallyâand he grinned wide. âYouâre the best. Iâll tell you everything later.â
He practically bounced off after dinner. A couple hours later he came back to the villa glowing, hair messy, cheeks pink, walking a little funny in my body.
âOh my god, Luna,â he whispered as he flopped onto the bed beside me. âThat guy is the hottest person here. Tall, built like a Greek god, cock like⊠fuck, I donât even know how to describe it. He fucked me so good. Bent me over the balcony, then on the bed, then in the shower. I came twice. He kept calling me pretty and telling me how tight I was. Your body? Absolute MVP. Props to you for keeping it in such good shape.â
I just smirked, feeling a weird mix of pride and amusement. Iâd seen the guy he was talking about around the resortâhe definitely was objectively the hottest one at the resort. Pedro had done well. And yeah⊠props to my body, I guess.
A day before the end of the trip, Aidan and I were tangled together in a big woven hammock strung between two palm trees, swaying gently in the breeze. The sun was low, painting everything golden. My head rested on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around my waist while his fingers idly traced patterns on my skin.
âWe gotta make plans to meet up once weâre back in the city,â I murmured, running my hand over the light hair on his abs. âIâll show you all the spots I told you about.â
Aidan smiled, that big beautiful grin flashing as he looked down at me. âIâm excited to be there. But Iâd be way more excited if I had a boyfriend waiting for me.â
I chuckled softly. âWith a body like that? Youâre not gonna have any trouble finding one.â
He shifted a little, pulling me closer so our bodies pressed together in the hammock. His voice dropped lower, warm and serious. âIt wonât be a problem at all⊠if you agree to be my boyfriend.â
I froze for a second, then laughed, pushing up on one elbow to look at him. âI canât. This isnât even my body, Aidan. Maybe the real Pedro would be interested thoughââ
He cut me off gently, his fingers deliberately tracing the tattoos along my armâthe ones Iâd helped Pedro pick out years ago. âYou are the real Pedro now,â he said, voice low and confident, thumb brushing over the ink like he was claiming it. âAs far as Iâm concerned, this is you.â
My stomach did a slow flip. I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how good his hand felt on Pedroâs skin.
ââŠIs there any chance youâre bi?â I asked quietly.
Aidan gave a soft laugh and shook his head, that cheeky little smirk returning. âNot even a little bitâŠ. Guess weâll just have to enjoy the time while we have it,â his voice dropping from low to a whisper. âDrop by my room around 9 tonight, and Iâll make sure we leave this on a good note.â he said, before standing up and flashing me a cheeky grin and walking off. I hung back and decided to watch the sunset by myself.
That night, my phone buzzed as I was scrolling through my feed. It was from Aidan.
Aidan: âYou coming over?â
Aidan: âWant to spend at least one full night sharing a bed with you before we leave.â
I stared at the text for a second, a little thrill running through me. Pedro was sprawled on this bed in my body, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin.
âHey,â I said, trying to sound casual. âIâm gonna spend the night with a guy I met. That cool?â
Pedro looked up, my eyebrows shooting up in exaggerated surprise, then he burst out laughing. âHoly shit, finally! Good for you, Luna. Go get some. Iâm heading to the bar anyway. Try to find some dick for myself before we leave.â
When I got to Aidanâs room, I knocked but there was no answer. I turned the handle and the door was unlocked, but the place was empty. The lights were on low, the balcony doors open to the ocean breeze, but no sign of him. I wandered around for a minute, heart beating a little faster than it should. The bed was neatly made, his suitcase half-packed in the corner. I snooped a bitânothing weird, just normal vacation stuffâuntil I stepped into the bathroom and spotted it on the counter: a blister pack of Viagra with one pill punched out.
I raised an eyebrow. Interesting.
I sent him a quick text telling him I was in his room and asking him where he was.
Aidan: âStay there. Iâll be there in like 10 minutes.â
I shrugged and kicked off my shoes, settling onto the edge of the bed to wait. Ten minutes turned into fifteen. Then twenty. At the twenty-seven-minute mark, I was starting to wonder if heâd gotten distracted when the door finally clicked open.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, when the door opened.
Aidan walked in first, that familiar big smile on his face. Right behind him was Pedroâin my bodyâlaughing at something Aidan had just said. My own long hair was a little messy, my sundress riding up slightly on my thighs.
Pedro froze the second he saw me. His eyes went wide.
âWait⊠thatâs my body,â he said, pointing straight at me, voice pitching up in surprise.
I blinked hard, genuinely shocked. I played it cool though, keeping my expression surprised and trying not to let on what started to race through my mind of what Aidan was trying to do here.
âUh⊠yeah. Small resort, I guess.â I responded.
Aidan acted like he had zero idea we knew each other, raising his hands innocently. âWhoa, you two know each other? Shit, I didnât realize.â He flashed me a knowing glance. âThis could be fun, though, right? No pressure.â
Pedroâin my bodyâshifted uncomfortably, crossing my arms over my chest.âI donât know, man⊠I donât want the swap to become permanent or anything.â
But I could read the look on his face: Pedro really really wanted to get some tonight and he was really into Aidan.
Aidan stepped closer, grabbing Pedroâs waist, voice smooth and reassuring. âAhhhh⊠if thatâs what youâre worried about baby, donât be. Itâs only permanent if he cums in your pussy.â
Pedro still looked hesitant, biting my lower lip the way he sometimes did. But Aidan didnât give him time to overthink it.
âIâll keep that pussy all to myself then,â he said in a low husky voice as he suavely dipped his hand under the dress and underwear and started to gently rub his clit. Pedro made a soft surprised noise but didnât pull away.
Aidan gently leaned him back onto the bed, kissing him harder. As he did, Aidan glanced over at me quickly and winkedâquick, dirty, and full of mischief.
I moved in, heart racing, and started making out with Pedro while Aidan kept working on him. It felt so fucking weirdâkissing my own mouth, tasting the familiar lip gloss I usually wore, feeling my own soft lips move against mine.
And Aidan was good at faking it. Really good. Heâd told me flat-out he wasnât even a little bi, but the way he kissed and touched Pedro in my body looked completely convincingâhungry, experienced, completely in control. I was actually a bit unnerved.
Before long, Aidan had flipped Pedro onto all fours. He pushed the sundress up over his hips, pulled his panties aside, and slid into his pussy from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. Pedro moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. Aidan started fucking him doggy styleâslow and steady at first, that same experienced dominance Iâd grown addicted to over the week.
Then Aidan looked over at me, voice low and rough. âCome here. Let him suck you off.â
I moved around to the front. Pedro hesitated for half a second, then leaned in and took my cockâhis old cockâinto his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, tongue working the underside, sucking with just the right pressure. I got rock hard almost instantly, groaning as I threaded my fingers through my own long hair.
Aidan and I leaned in over Pedroâs back and started kissing each other deeply while he kept sucking me. The whole thing felt filthy and surrealâmy best friend blowing me in my own body while the guy whoâd been railing me all week fucked her from behind.
I started getting close way too fast. Aidan noticed immediately. He reached forward, gently but firmly pulled Pedroâs mouth off my cock, and pushed his face down into the pillows. Then he looked at me, eyes dark with heat, and motioned for me to come around behind.
Aidan pulled out of my old body completely, smooth and quick. Before Pedro could even register the sudden emptiness or turn his head, Aidan was already moving. He gripped my hips firmly from behind, guiding me forward with strong, experienced hands until the head of my cockâPedroâs cockâwas pressed right against the slick, warm entrance of my own pussy.
With one deliberate push on my waist, Aidan lined me up perfectly and shoved me forward.
I slid inside herâinside myselfâin one smooth thrust.
The feeling was insane. Hot, tight, and wet in a way that made my brain short-circuit. Pedro (in my body) let out a shocked, muffled moan into the pillows as I bottomed out.
Aidan didnât stop there. He took my right hand, wrapped it around the back of my old bodyâs head, and firmly pushed her face deeper into the pillows, arching her back even more for me.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, voice low and rough with approval. Pedro thought he was talking to him, but he said it looking directly at me.
I matched Aidanâs original thrusting paceârhythmic, deep strokes that made my old bodyâs hips jolt forward with every push. Pedro was moaning loudly now, the sound vibrating against the pillow, his pussy clenching around me.
Aidan stepped back for a second, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and snapped a quick picture. Then he walked back over, pressed himself against my back, and whispered hot against my ear:
âI want to remember seeing my man take whatâs his.â
His words sent a shiver down my spine. He reached around me, hands sliding to gently rub and pinch my nipples while his lips found the back of my neck, kissing and sucking softly as I kept thrusting harder into my old body.
Pedroâs moans grew louder, more desperate, muffled by the pillow.
Aidanâs voice dropped even lower, right against my skin. âNow do it, Pedro. Fill her up.â
I came harder than I had the entire tripâmy biggest load yetâburying myself deep as my cock pulsed and spilled inside my old pussy. Wave after wave of it, hips jerking involuntarily while Aidan kept kissing my neck and teasing my nipples, holding me through every shudder.
The room spun for a long moment, nothing but heavy breathing and the distant sound of waves outside.
A few months later, the city was deep into fall. I was sprawled on Aidanâs massive sectional in his Upper West Side apartment, legs kicked up on the coffee table while he cooked something that smelled ridiculously good in the kitchen. This place till felt too nice to be realâits amazing what Aidanâs finance salary and no student loans could get him.
My phone buzzed. Another text from âLuna.â
Luna: âThis fucking guy ghosted me after three dates. Thought he was different. Whatever. At least the sex was good while it lasted.â
I snorted softly and didnât reply right away. She was still pissed. Every other message was some variation of complaint about how unfair life was now, how she missed her old body, how she hated having to relearn everything. Iâd tried telling her once that sheâd actually won outâshe made more money in my old job, lived in a nicer apartment now, and was getting regularly fucked by the exact kind of tall, masc, Equinox jock types she used to pine after but could never pull. Sheâd usually just sent back a middle finger emoji.
Deep down, I was pretty sure she knew it too. She just liked complainingâgirls like her were just a bit delusional about shit like that.
Aidan wiped his hands on a dish towel and grinned at me. âShowtime.â
When the door opened, in walked his âuncleâ â late forties, salt-and-pepper stubble, still decently built in a navy button-down. Right behind him was his boyfriend Matt, about thirty, clean-cut with an easy smile.
âUncle Tony! Matt, nice to meet you finally! Come on in,â Aidan said warmly, pulling them both into quick hugs. He turned and gestured to me. âThis is my boyfriend Pedro, by the way. Pedro, meet my uncle Tony and his boyfriend Matt.â
âNice to meet youâ I said, standing up to shake their hands. âTony, Iâve heard a lot about you.â
âLikewise, kid.â He said, with an expression a bit difficult to read.
We chatted for a while in they entryway before we settled into the living room. Aidan stood at the open concept kitchen island, making us drinks and sliding effortlessly into polite-boyfriend mode.
âIâm really happy you two got together,â he told Matt, voice warm and genuine. âUncleâs been single for so long â itâs awesome to see him finally settling down.â
Matt laughed, clearly charmed. âHeâs been spoiling me rotten.â
âThat sounds exactly like him,â Aidan said with a grin. âHe deserves someone who appreciates him.â
I caught the way Uncle Tonyâs jaw tightened just slightly as he forced a smile. His eyes flicked over to me â taking in the tattoos on my arms, the way I filled out the fitted shirt, the casual way I was lounging on what used to be his couch. I hate to admit it, but his jealousy felt good.
Aidan handed us all each a cocktail as Matt glanced around the sleek apartment, taking it all in. âSo how long have you two been together?â He asked.
âA few months now,â Aidan answered easily, settling in next to me on the couch and sliding an arm around my waist. âWe actually met on a trip Uncle Tony treated me to down in the Caribbean, right before he met you.â
Matt whistled. âLucky nephew. Most uncles just send a birthday card every year.â
Uncle Tony gave a tight smile, looking out at the river view beyond the windows. âYeah⊠figured the kid deserved a nice trip before he started grinding in the city.â
Aidan kept laying it on, completely deadpan. âHonestly, I couldnât have asked for a better uncle.â
Matt beamed, totally buying the sweet, supportive nephew act. But the rest of us could feel the cockiness simmering under Aidanâs polite tone.
Uncle Tonyâs gaze lingered a beat too long on Aidan â on the tan skin, the light dusting of chest hair at the open collar of his shirt, the easy confidence in every movement. For a second raw jealousy flashed across his face before he buried it. He knew there was nothing he could do.
Aidan kissed the side of my head, casual and possessive, his hand resting low on my hip where his favorite tattoos disappeared under my waistband.
After a night of drinking and laughing, Tony and Matt finally left the apartment. The moment the door clicked shut and the living room fell quiet, Aidan turned to me, still wearing that perfect, polite nephew smile heâd kept up all evening.
âYour uncle so wished he never swapped with you,â I said as he settled back in with me on the couch.
Aidan stared back at me for a second, then let out a light laugh, the kind that said I was being ridiculous. âWhat are you talking about, babe?â he replied, still in that same warm, innocent tone.
His grin slowly widened, dark and knowing. We both understood. We werenât ever acknowledging the swap again. This was our reality now â me as Pedro, him as Aidan â forever.
Without another word, he pulled me in hard for a deep, hungry kiss, his hands already sliding under my shirt as we stumbled toward the bedroom, ready to fuck like the couple we had become.
Who had the hotter swap?
Pedro (formerly Luna)
Aidan (formerly Uncle Tony)
Voting ended onApr 1
