Josh was perplexed as to how he and his bitch of an ex girlfriend, Rachel, had swapped bodies. Not only that, but he and Rachel were seemingly stuck in a Groundhog Day-style loop, forced to relive the day of their breakup over and over again.
Josh woke up with a start, his heart racing. For a brief, blissful moment, he thought it had all been a nightmare. But as he sat up, long strands of dark hair fall across his vision, and he felt the undeniable weight on his chest. He realized with growing horror that he was still in Rachel's body, lying in her frilly pink bed.
"Fuck," he muttered, the high-pitched sound of Rachel's voice grating on his nerves.
He sat up, pushing away the fluffy comforter and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His - her - long hair fell in his face again, and he brushed it away impatiently.
The alarm clock on the nightstand showed 7:15 AM. Just like yesterday. Or was it still today? Josh's head spun as he tried to make sense of the situation.
He stumbled to Rachel's en-suite bathroom, flicking on the light and wincing at his reflection in the mirror. Rachel's face stared back at him, green eyes wide with confusion and fear. He splashed some cold water on his face, hoping against hope that it might shock him back to reality. But nothing changed.
"Get it together," he told his reflection sternly, "You've got to figure this out. Why is this happening? Why today?”
As Josh pondered these questions, staring at Rachel's reflection, a sudden realization hit him. Today was supposed to be their two-year anniversary. Instead, it had become the day of their bitter breakup. Was this some sort of cosmic joke? A chance to relive their relationship's demise from the other's perspective?
Josh fumbled through Rachel's closet, cringing as he sorted through her girly clothes.
He paused, “If this is gonna be anything like Groundhog Day, whatever I do isn’t gonna be that consequential, right?”
With a mischievous grin, Josh grabbed Rachel's skimpiest dress and highest heels. If he was stuck in her body, he might as well have some fun with it. He struggled into the tight dress, nearly toppling over as he attempted to zip it up.
"How the hell does she wear this stuff?" he muttered, wobbling on the stilettos.
Josh's mind raced. If this really was like Groundhog Day, he had endless opportunities to experiment. What would happen if he just didn't show up to their fateful meeting?
The phone began to ring. It was Rachel in his body, of course. Josh stared at it, debating whether or not he should answer it. Maybe he could take a day for himself this time.
With a sudden burst of rebellious energy, Josh silenced the phone and tossed it onto the bed. He wobbled over to Rachel's full-length mirror, taking in the ridiculous sight of her petite frame squeezed into the skin-tight dress, teetering on impossibly high heels.
"Sorry, babe," he said to his reflection, "but I'm calling the shots today."
His hands roamed over the familiar curves of Rachel's body, a mix of fascination and discomfort washing over him. He'd always appreciated her figure, but experiencing it firsthand was surreal.
He grabbed her breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze. A jolt of sensation shot through him, causing him to quickly drop his hands.
"Okay, that's... different," he muttered, face flushing.
Then, with a renewed gusto, he squeezed them again, “Mine.”
He grabbed Rachel's purse, fumbling through it until he found her wallet and keys.
With a newfound sense of freedom, Josh stumbled out of Rachel's apartment, barely managing to lock the door behind him. He teetered down the stairs, clutching the railing for dear life as he navigated the treacherous descent in Rachel's ridiculous heels.
Once outside, he made his way to Rachel's cherry-red convertible, fumbling with the keys before finally managing to unlock it. He slid into the driver's seat, adjusting it to accommodate Rachel's shorter legs.
As he pulled out of the driveway, his phone buzzed incessantly. Rachel - in his body - was calling and texting non-stop. Josh ignored it all, a thrill of defiance coursing through him. He cranked up the radio, some bubblegum pop song blaring through the speakers.
"Time for a little adventure," he muttered.
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