Private Testing
The New World of SwapTech
chapter 6
by
swapticon
Byron lay flat on the soft pink bed, heart still racing. His chest rose and fell under the thin tank top, nipples still perked from the exertion. Every breath felt like it came through a smaller, tighter set of lungs.
“Okay,” he muttered, still panting. “This body is crazy.”
His legs, toned and golden, were stretched out in front of him, still glistening with sweat. He flexed his toes, then sat up slowly, letting his hand glide down one smooth thigh. The sensation made him shiver. He touched the curve of his hip, the dip of his waist, the slight bounce of his chest as he adjusted his posture.
It was all so immediate. So alive.
He crawled to the full-length mirror, then sat cross-legged in front of it, watching himself move. Every subtle twitch of the face, every blink, every shift of weight—it all felt deeply personal. Internal. And yet, every time he looked up, he saw a stranger.
A hot one.
He reached under the cropped tank and gently traced a fingertip over one of his nipples. It sent a bolt of electricity straight down his spine.
“Holy—” he whispered.
He squeezed lightly and watched his reflection respond: eyes fluttering shut, lips parting. The rush of pleasure was sharper than he expected—more responsive, more sensitive. He tried the other side, brushing it with the edge of his knuckle, then pinching gently.
His breath hitched. His thighs squeezed together instinctively.
This wasn’t like touching himself in his old body. This was reactive. Like every part of him wanted to be explored.
He pulled the tank top off completely and sat bare in front of the mirror, fingers drifting lower. A flush bloomed across his cheeks.
He hesitated. Then whispered, “I'm sure she's fine with it.”
His hands moved with growing confidence.
Ten minutes later, Byron lay on the carpet again, sweatier than before, hair stuck to his forehead, chest rising and falling fast. His legs twitched slightly.
He stared at the ceiling, dazed.
“…Holy. Shit.”
Whatever he thought he’d signed up for with Swapp, this wasn’t it. But he wasn’t complaining.
Ping.
From: TryonByron42 (Luna)
“You still alive in there or did you discover girl orgasms and forget to breathe?”
Byron laughed out loud. She knew.