Caleb to Kira The New World of SwapTech chapter 4 by deleted_user

—he gasped.

The first thing he noticed was how small he felt.

Not weak. Just... compact. Compact and tightly coiled, like someone had fine-tuned all his muscles for grace instead of strength.

His eyes fluttered open.

Everything felt too sharp. The lights, the sounds, even the faint tickle of hair brushing his neck. Her hair. His hair, now.

His chest moved. He looked down.

Two perfect breasts rose beneath the thin sports bra, high and jiggling slightly with each panicked breath. He tried to sit up—then stopped, wincing at the strange, tight sensation in his core. A whole new arrangement of muscles. A strange hollowness down low. His hips flared out beneath the white resort-issued underwear, legs longer than they’d ever been in his old life.

He raised a hand.

Delicate fingers. Slender wrist. Red-polished nails.

“Oh god,” he whispered. The voice was high, breathy, surreal.

He pressed a palm to his new throat.

“Oh god, oh fuck—”

The pod hissed open. Mel appeared again, holding a robe.

She took one look at him and smiled.

“Welcome to Solstice Shores, Miss Kira.”