Claire's grin widened as she tossed the hot pink bikini into the suitcase. "Trust me, Mark, I've got just the thing for you if we end up swapping. You'll be turning heads all over Exchange Island." Mark groaned, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. "For the last time, Claire, we're not going to swap. It's random. One-in-a-million chance." Claire smirked, folding a matching cover-up and placing it next to the bikini. "Oh, is it now?" she teased, trailing her fingers over the suitcase. He shook his head, trying to ignore the warm flush creeping up his neck. "Even if it did happen-which it won't—| wouldn't be caught dead in one of your skimpy bikinis." "Mm, we'll see about that." Claire stepped closer, slipping her arms around his waist. She looked up at him, her voice soft and teasing. "What if it happens, babe? What if you wake up with my body? My hair, my legs... my everything. What are you gonna do? Wear one of my hoodies to the beach?" Mark groaned, clearly flustered. "I'm not going to your stupid beach. I'll just... stay in the room until we switch back." "Oh, that's no fun." Claire's fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, her tone dripping with mischief. "You'd make such a cute little beach bunny. Especially in the pink one. Just imagine it—the way it'll hug my body, all those eyes on you..." She leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "You wouldn't want to embarrass me, would you?" Mark jerked back, his face blazing. "Claire!" She laughed, stepping away and tossing a pair of strappy sandals into the suitcase. "Relax. I'm just teasing." But what Mark didn't know was that Claire wasn't joking at all. She had paid the Exchange Island premium package in secret, ensuring that the two of them would swap bodies for the duration of their vacation. The guarantee was ironclad; she'd even received an official email confirmation the day before. She bit her lip, suppressing her excitement as she imagined Mark waking up in her body, confused and flustered, only to realize he had no choice but to wear what she'd packed for him. The pink bikini, the short sundresses, and, of course, the strappy heels she had tucked into the corner of the suitcase— he'd wear it all, because what else would he do? Claire glanced over at him, still red-faced and muttering to himself. She couldn't wait to see him squirm, learning firsthand what it was like to be her. "Don't worry, babe," she said, her tone sugary sweet. "You won't have to lift a finger while we're there. I'll take care of everything." Mark gave her a skeptical look, oblivious to her hidden grin as she zipped the suitcase shut. This was going to be the best vacation ever-for her, at least.
Claire's grin widened as she tossed the hot pink bikini into the suitcase. "Trust me, Mark, I've got just the thing for you if we end up swapping. You'll be turning heads all over Exchange Island." Mark groaned, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. "For the last time, Claire, we're not going to swap. It's random. One-in-a-million chance." Claire smirked, folding a matching cover-up and placing it next to the bikini. "Oh, is it now?" she teased, trailing her fingers over the suitcase. He shook his head, trying to ignore the warm flush creeping up his neck. "Even if it did happen-which it won't—| wouldn't be caught dead in one of your skimpy bikinis." "Mm, we'll see about that." Claire stepped closer, slipping her arms around his waist. She looked up at him, her voice soft and teasing. "What if it happens, babe? What if you wake up with my body? My hair, my legs... my everything. What are you gonna do? Wear one of my hoodies to the beach?" Mark groaned, clearly flustered. "I'm not going to your stupid beach. I'll just... stay in the room until we switch back." "Oh, that's no fun." Claire's fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, her tone dripping with mischief. "You'd make such a cute little beach bunny. Especially in the pink one. Just imagine it—the way it'll hug my body, all those eyes on you..." She leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "You wouldn't want to embarrass me, would you?" Mark jerked back, his face blazing. "Claire!" She laughed, stepping away and tossing a pair of strappy sandals into the suitcase. "Relax. I'm just teasing." But what Mark didn't know was that Claire wasn't joking at all.
ReplyDeleteShe had paid the Exchange Island premium package in secret, ensuring that the two of them would swap bodies for the duration of their vacation. The guarantee was ironclad; she'd even received an official email confirmation the day before. She bit her lip, suppressing her excitement as she imagined Mark waking up in her body, confused and flustered, only to realize he had no choice but to wear what she'd packed for him. The pink bikini, the short sundresses, and, of course, the strappy heels she had tucked into the corner of the suitcase— he'd wear it all, because what else would he do? Claire glanced over at him, still red-faced and muttering to himself. She couldn't wait to see him squirm, learning firsthand what it was like to be her. "Don't worry, babe," she said, her tone sugary sweet. "You won't have to lift a finger while we're there. I'll take care of everything." Mark gave her a skeptical look, oblivious to her hidden grin as she zipped the suitcase shut. This was going to be the best vacation ever-for her, at least.