The whole family was gathered at the breakfast table. Camron took his seat beside Nicole, trying to act as normal as possible.
His father placed a plate of steaming pancakes in front of him. Camron listened attentively as his family chatted about their plans for the day. As he took a bite of the pancakes, he forced a smile, trying to appear engaged in the conversation.
"Nicole?"
"Nicole?"
"Oh, shoot, I mean Camron Sorry! Man, it's hard to remember to call you two by your real names, when you look like that," their father grinned.
"Yeah, it's definitely taking some getting used to," Camron replied, forcing a laugh.
"Anyway, can you pass the syrup?"
"Sure."
"I keep doing the same thing," their mother laughed, "You know, maybe as long as you two are swapped, would it be alright if we just called you by the names of the body you're in?"
Camron's heart skipped a beat as his mother made the suggestion. The idea of being called Nicole, even if it was just for the duration of their body swap, sent a rush of excitement through him. It would be a way to fully immerse himself in this new experience, to explore the depths of his desires without judgment or consequence.
"Yeah, I think that would actually be really helpful," Camron said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him.
"Great! So, Nicole, could you pass me the butter, please?" their mother asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and amusement.
Nicole gaped at the interaction, "Are you kidding me? It's just... weird, you know? I want to be called by my own name, even if we're stuck like this for now."
"Hey, it'll be fine," their father reassured, patting Nicole's shoulder, "We're just trying to make the best of a strange situation. It's not forever, after all."
"We don't know that," their mother hissed out of earshot, her voice filled with concern.
Camron thought it would be funny to try to act like Nicole, recounting a story she had once told about her childhood to ease the tension.
Camron cleared his throat, channeling Nicole's voice as he began, "Oh, Mom, remember that time when I was five and I tried to ride my tricycle down the stairs?"
His mother and father exchanged amused glances, playing along with Camron's attempt to lighten the mood. The tension in the room eased slightly as his parents' laughter filled the air.
As the breakfast chatter continued, Camron found himself slipping into Nicole's skin more effortlessly. It became easier to mimic her mannerisms and speech patterns, feeling a strange sense of liberation.
Camron glanced at Nicole, who sat beside him with a mix of confusion and annoyance on her face. He couldn't deny that there was a thrill in being able to navigate the world as someone else, but he couldn't ignore the fact that it came at the expense of his sister's identity.
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