Real Friend to Fake Friend The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Sully stared at the empty office doorway, jaw tight. Cassian had walked off with Milo—who was still rocking that stacked, five-alarm fire of a body—and Sully had a bad feeling his asshole boss wasn’t about to offer a mentorship program.

He opened the code terminal and muttered, “Fuck it.”

If Cassian wanted to ogle “Mia,” fine—but “Mia” had a protective bestie now.

!new_user SULLIVAN_MOORE

PARAMETERS?

“Female. My height. Maybe a little taller. Thicc but athletic. Brown hair. Tan. Big—but not cartoon—tits. Ass that slaps.”

He looked at the clock, gulped, and hit enter.

TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE. PLEASE STAND BY.

Reality swirled.

Sully blinked and nearly toppled over in heels he didn’t remember putting on.

His hoodie had morphed into a clingy crop top. His jeans were now tight, high-waisted shorts that cut off dangerously close to showing labia. He caught his reflection in a glass wall—Jesus. He looked like a stacked Latina Instagram fitness model with fuck-me eyes and way too much bounce per step.

“I am not putting this on LinkedIn,” he muttered. His voice was husky, sultry, a little raspy. Fuck.

He grabbed a badge from an empty cubicle, wrote Nina in sharpie, and strutted after Milo.

Meanwhile...

Milo (still topless under a borrowed blazer) sat in Cassian’s posh glass office, sipping LaCroix and resisting the urge to throw it at the man’s teeth.

Cassian leaned on the desk, way too close. “You know, we’re expanding our influencer engagement. You ever done modeling? With your—” his eyes flicked down “—proportions, you'd kill on camera.”

Milo smiled tightly. “You know this is a lawsuit just begging to happen, right?”

The door burst open.

Nina—Sully, but boobed-up and hot as hell—stormed in like she owned the building.

“There you are!” Sully snapped, locking eyes with Milo. “Girl, what the hell? You said ten minutes.”

Milo’s jaw dropped.

Cassian looked whiplashed. “I’m sorry, who—”

“I’m Nina, Mia’s friend-slash-handler-slash-PR consultant,” Sully said, dragging Milo up by the arm. “She’s got a shoot in twenty minutes. For Savage Fenty. You heard of it?”

Milo blinked. “Uh... yeah?”

Sully leaned close and whispered, “Just roll with it.”

Cassian, clearly thrown off by two hot women in his office, tried to regain footing. “Well, I was just showing her around—”

“Thanks for the hospitality, Cass,” Sully said with a wink, and tugged Milo out the door.

As soon as they were out of sight, Milo turned to him. “Okay, whoa. What the fuck did you do to yourself?”

Sully looked down at his own ridiculous body. “I panicked. I needed a distraction.”

Milo laughed so hard he wheezed. “Dude, you gave yourself tits to pull a rescue op?”

Sully grinned. “Desperate times.”

Milo looked him up and down. “...You look good.”

Sully raised a brow. “You into me right now?”

“No,” Milo said too fast. “Shut up.”

They laughed. But they were both breathing a little harder.