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ReplyDeleteEthan adjusted the pink sequined dress in front of Brittany’s full-length mirror, the reflection of her dazzling body staring back at him. It was his now—or at least for the week—and it was strange how right it felt to wear something so glittery and tight. The dress hugged every curve, shimmering under the soft light of the room, perfectly complementing the high, strappy heels he’d somehow managed to wobble into. He picked up a rhinestone-studded clutch from Brittany’s vanity, turning it over in his manicured hands. He’d just finished painting her nails a glossy baby pink to match his outfit, something that had taken forever but left him strangely satisfied when he admired the polished result. The faint scent of her perfume—sweet and floral—lingered in the air. Ethan wasn’t just wearing Brittany’s life now. He was living it. This was a far cry from how the week had started. When the school announced “Swap Class” to help students build empathy, Ethan had been dreading it. The idea of living someone else’s life for an entire week sounded uncomfortable at best, humiliating at worst. And of course, he had to be paired with Brittany West, the most popular girl in school. When the machine activated, everything changed in an instant. One moment, Ethan was standing in his usual hoodie and jeans, and the next, he was staring at himself from across the room—only it wasn’t him. It was Brittany, wide-eyed and holding his body’s baggy clothes in manicured hands. He hated it at first. The stares, the way Brittany’s heels made every step a wobbly struggle, the constant pressure to look perfect. Cheer practice was a nightmare, her friends were impossible to keep up with, and Brittany’s boyfriend Chase kept texting him things like, “Can’t wait to kiss you.” Ethan wanted out. Badly. But something shifted after the first couple of days. It started small—he’d spend an extra few minutes brushing her hair, enjoying the silky smoothness. Then he began experimenting with her makeup, trying to recreate the flawless looks she usually wore. By the fourth day, he was no longer fumbling through her closet but carefully selecting outfits that matched, coordinating colors and accessories with an attention to detail that surprised even him. And now, standing in front of the mirror in her pink sequined dress, Ethan realized he didn’t just feel comfortable in Brittany’s life—he loved it. Tonight was special. Brittany’s boyfriend—well, his boyfriend now—was taking him out for dinner. Ethan could feel a flutter of nerves in his stomach, a mix of excitement and disbelief. It was surreal, this attention, this affection that seemed to come so effortlessly in Brittany’s world. Chase had been nothing but sweet all week, texting him compliments and showering him with warmth that Ethan had never experienced before. As he slid a glossy pink lipstick across his borrowed lips, he marveled at how natural it all felt. The reflection smiled back at him, pouty and perfect. For a moment, he wasn’t Ethan pretending to be Brittany. He was Brittany—or at least, a version of her he was starting to enjoy being. When his phone buzzed with a text, Ethan’s heart skipped a beat.
ReplyDeleteChase: Can’t wait to see you, babe. You’re gonna take my breath away tonight.
A giddy smile spread across his face as he grabbed a pair of sparkling heels, strapping them on carefully. The clicking sound they made as he walked across the room was strangely satisfying. Grabbing the clutch, Ethan gave himself one final look in the mirror. “Perfect,” he said softly, his voice sweet and bubbly, just like Brittany’s. As he made his way out the door, the anticipation bubbled in his chest. Ethan couldn’t help but wonder if, when the week ended, he’d ever really want to go back to being himself. Being Brittany was so much fun. And after tonight, he’d never feel pleasure like that again if he decided to leave.