Alarm Clock The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Eli drifted off the way only a completely satisfied, overstimulated teenage scientist-turned-girl could: sprawled out on top of the covers, Sabrina’s sweat-slick curves glowing faintly in the light of the still-humming Resonance Generator.

He mumbled something about “data fidelity” as he passed out, one hand still loosely cupping a perfect breast.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The alarm blared.

Eli shot up.

Hair in his mouth. Shirt bunched at his waist. One boob half out. The clock: 7:58 AM.

“Oh shit.”

Then it hit him.

Boobs. Long legs. Tight pink shorts riding up her ass. Still Sabrina.

“OH SHIT.”

He leapt out of bed and stumbled into the wall, still adjusting to the slightly-too-high center of gravity. The machine blinked lazily, clearly not ready to reboot.

No time—no time! I’ve got school in ten minutes and I look like a teen fitness model whose Instagram is all thirst traps and protein shakes!

He looked around. No time to swap back. No time to reconfigure the code. Just time to scramble.

He threw on a hoodie—Sabrina-sized—and tugged it down over her impossible body, trying to hide the jiggle and curve and absurd perfection. No good. Her legs looked like they should be in a music video.

“Maybe I can fake sick?” he said to the mirror. But it was too late—the bus was already outside.

His phone buzzed. Text from his best friend Max: "Where are you, nerd? You better not be jerking off to quantum physics again." Max had no idea.

Eli stared at himself. At her. And realized he was about to go to school as Sabrina Cross. With no idea how to act like her.