73 Hour Cooldown The New World of SwapTech chapter 4 by deleted_user

“Alright,” Sully said, fingers flying across the keyboard. “We just plug in your ID, run the revert script, and you’ll be back to normal in a sec.”

Milo, still barefoot and tits-out in a shredded crop top, sat cross-legged on Sully’s desk like a bored cam girl. “Great. Not that I’m not enjoying the draft on my nipples or anything.”

Sully hit [Enter].

!revert_user CHEN_MILO

ERROR: TRANSFORMATION LOCK ENABLED
COOLDOWN: 73 HOURS 12 MINUTES

Sully blinked. “Wait.”

He reloaded.

Same error.

He tried again.

Still there.

“Oh shit.”

Milo raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’re, uh... locked in.”

“Like, locked out of the system?”

“No,” Sully swallowed. “Locked into the body.”

Milo looked down at his chest, then back at Sully.

“You’re saying I’m stuck with tits for three days.”

“...Yes.”

Milo sighed, swung his legs off the desk, and stood up—his new body jiggling with every motion. “Well, I guess I’m not canceling my weekend plans. I’m just showing up with a new rack.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve been through worse. I once had food poisoning in a subway bathroom. This is just... a different kind of nightmare.”

He grabbed Sully’s hoodie off the back of his chair and zipped it halfway. The oversized hoodie only made his legs look longer and more distracting.

“Shower time,” Milo announced, stretching. “I need to figure out how the plumbing works. No offense, but your tech stuck me with a lot of anatomy.”

Sully groaned. “Please do not narrate anything you find.”

Milo winked. “Too late. You’re getting a full report.”

Then he was gone, hips swaying, ass bouncing like a slow-mo ad for yoga pants.

Sully slumped in his chair, face burning. This weekend was going to be weird.