A Few Weeks Later
The New World of SwapTech
chapter 4
by
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It had been a week since the app rolled out, and Leo was cracking.
He watched as two freshmen girls—probably high as hell—swapped back in the hallway, giggling while one fondled her own boobs and the other wobbled on new legs like a newborn giraffe. They probably weren't really girls inside.
He saw an RA friend brag about his swapcation to Cozumel, where he’d lived in a Brazilian swimsuit model’s body for three days and “rediscovered his inner goddess.”
Leo was still adamantly opposed to the whole concept. But… he was curious. Like, scientifically. And also because his ex had just posted a thirst trap from a borrowed body, and Leo hadn’t had sex in seven months.
He sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen.
Ready to step into someone new?
He sighed. “Just for research.”
He tapped “Join Swapp.”
A flood of profiles opened. Busty girls. Jock dudes. Goth twinks. MILF professors. Even a werewolf furry option, for some reason.
Leo scrolled through.
“God help me,” he muttered.
He hovered over a few choices. Then another. And another.
He hadn’t chosen one yet.
Not yet.