Maid of Honor Gabby The New World of SwapTech chapter 4 by bodyswapbabe

A cold flicker of light split the world in half. For a breathless second, Deshawn forgot who he was. Then—bam—he landed in a body that wasn’t his.

The air smelled different. Softer. Sweet, almost floral. His balance shifted instantly: hips wider, waist narrower, center of gravity pulled oddly low. And heavy. Two—no, damn—very heavy weights bounced on his chest. His… breasts.

“Ohhh,” Deshawn groaned, clutching his sides as his hands shot up. Small, manicured fingers gripped soft flesh under a pale pink tank top. “That’s... new.”

His voice was light. Higher. Smooth with a musical lilt and a slight Latina accent. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and when he stepped forward, his hips swung. He glanced down: tight white jeans hugging a caramel-toned hourglass frame. Thighs for days. A toned midriff. D-cup cleavage pushing up and out with no shame.

The full-length mirror across the swap chamber confirmed it: long, wild honey-brown curls framed a beautiful, almond-eyed face with glossy lips and glowing skin. Gabby. Maid of Honor.

Before he could react, the chamber hissed open.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” came Tanesha’s voice, chipper and fast. She swept in with an armful of dress bags and a Bluetooth headset jammed in one ear. “We’re already behind, Gabs. C’mon.”

“I—I’m Deshawn,” he managed, stepping out awkwardly in borrowed wedge sandals that made him nearly 5’7”. “I don’t know how to—this body’s got momentum.”

“You’ll be fine,” she said, handing him an iced coffee. “The girls are in the suite. I need you in charge of fittings. You’ve got the best eye.”

“I do?”

“You will,” she said over her shoulder.

Minutes later, Deshawn was in a suite buzzing with estrogen and hairspray. A tall, buzzcut woman in bike shorts (Mira), a dainty girl in a silk kimono (Kaori), a laughing blonde sprawled on the couch with a selfie stick (Tawny), and a freckled redhead dancing in place to her own playlist (Erin).

“Oh my god, Gabby, finally!” Erin called out, jogging over. “We missed you!”

“Y-yeah,” Deshawn said, doing his best to hug without crushing his boobs between them. Erin smelled like citrus and glitter.

“You look so good,” Tawny cooed. “Though we could get you a tighter top. Show off those girls.”

Deshawn blinked. “I think they're plenty shown off.”

Kaori offered him a calm smile from her spot by the window. Mira sized him up with a raised brow. “You good, Gabs? You look… off.”

“I just need a minute,” Deshawn muttered, sitting carefully. His thighs pressed together in ways he wasn’t used to. His boobs shifted again, threatening to spill out. And why did this body tingle when Erin leaned close?

“You’re flushed,” Kaori noted, touching his forehead gently. Her fingers were cool. “Excitement?”

“Something like that.”

They were suddenly all around him—showing dresses, talking lingerie, giggling over some bachelorette game. Deshawn was overwhelmed. Everything felt louder, closer, warmer. Emotions came faster in this body—he felt more. His stomach fluttered when Mira handed him a champagne flute and brushed his hip.

“You’re glowing already, girl,” Mira teased. “Keep it together ‘til the reception.”

“Oh god,” Deshawn whispered, gulping the champagne. “What have I gotten myself into?”