Meet Serena The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by swapticon

He didn’t have to wait long. The moment Serena—the new Serena—stepped onto the main deck, all heads turned. Guys straightened up. Girls narrowed their eyes. A few whispered. One guy, bare-chested and leaning against a palm tree, dropped his drink.

Zach let her hips lead, letting the weight of them sway naturally, as if he’d always walked like this. He didn’t even need to try.

Then he spotted them—Jordan and Tom. Or rather, Taylor and Tiffany.

They were huddled near the fire pit, clearly mid-debate, both looking a little freaked. Tom had wrapped himself in a beach towel and was trying not to make eye contact with any of the cameras. Jordan looked way more relaxed, her—his—legs crossed as she sipped from a coconut cup like she’d done this before.

Zach sauntered up behind them and let Serena’s voice drip honey.

“Miss me, bitches?”

Jordan turned and burst out laughing. “Zach?!”

“Serena,” Zach said, striking a pose. “Late to the party. And clearly the hottest one here.”

Tom blinked at her. “What the hell, man?”

“I wanted to understand the full experience,” Zach said, spinning once. “I get it now. This body’s unreal. And the guys here? They don’t even look at your face first.”

Jordan whistled. “I was just starting to enjoy this, but damn, you’re making me feel underdressed.”

Tom groaned and stood up. “This whole thing’s nuts. We’re walking around in fake bodies, getting filmed for some trashy TV show. I don’t care how good your ass looks, I want out.”

“Relax, Tiff,” Zach teased, bumping her hip lightly. “Live a little. You only get one fake reality TV show life.”

Tom huffed and marched off toward the villa.

Jordan turned to Zach. “He’s taking it hard.”

“He’ll be fine. Give him a night.” Zach tossed her curls. “But we? We are gonna steal this season.”

They turned toward the lights of the dinner setup in the distance, hips swaying in different rhythms—but matching grins on their faces.