Life on the Female Side The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by swapticon

Zach didn’t remember much about how he’d escaped the show. There had been lights, weird flashes, and a strange nausea as he stumbled through some glitch in the villa’s hot tub camera rig. One second he was Diego, greased up and surrounded by swimsuit models, and the next he was blinking in the dim dorm light, face-to-face with the paused screen.

The TV was still going, and beside him, Tom and Jordan’s bodies were slumped in their seats like mannequins on standby. The remote was still warm in Zach’s hand.

He rubbed his eyes, then looked back at the screen.

There they were—his friends. Only now they were women. On the big screen, two bombshells were showering off under an outdoor cabana. One had golden-tan skin, long blonde hair stuck to her back, and breasts that bounced slightly with each movement—Taylor, now being piloted by Jordan. The other was slightly shorter, curvier, with a pink bikini peeled down to her waist as she scrubbed conditioner out of her brunette curls—Tiffany, a.k.a. Tom, and clearly trying not to make eye contact with the camera.

Zach blinked. “Oh, you guys are actually doing this.”

He tilted his head.

He watched.

He smirked.

Then he scrolled.

A new contestant was stepping onto the screen—a late arrival, judging by the dramatic music and spotlighted entrance. She was tall, mocha-skinned, with thick curls bouncing over her bare shoulders. Her dress clung to her body like melted candlewax, and she had an easy, confident strut that screamed dominance.

Zach didn’t hesitate. He aimed the remote, pressed the button—

Pop.

—And the world shifted again.

When he came to, the wind was warm against his legs. His legs. Long, toned, smooth as hell. His hips swayed with each breath, each tiny shift of balance. There was a weight on his chest that pulled forward when he moved, two firm, high-set breasts rising and falling against the clingy white fabric of Serena’s dress.

His—her—his fingers ran up her waist, to the gentle dip of the stomach, over the soft swell of hips that flared beneath a cinched waist. The heels clicked beneath him as he walked.

“Holy shit,” Zach whispered in Serena’s breathy, sultry voice. Her voice.

He reached up and touched her face—full lips, high cheekbones, thick lashes that batted with every blink.

And below that—

Zach’s hands slipped to her thighs, then behind her. Firm. Springy. He caught his reflection in a poolside glass door.

He turned sideways.

He gasped.

“I’m hot. Like, actually hot. I look like the reason people cancel gym memberships.”

A giggle escaped his lips unbidden. Then another. The sound was high, light, sexy in a way that made his spine tingle.

This body felt like someone had designed it in a fantasy generator. And now he was in the driver’s seat.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered to himself. “Let’s see what this girl can do.”