I looked around Alicia's room, taking in every detail. It was so different from my own room back home. Everything was perfectly organized and decorated with a feminine touch.
Was all of this simply …mine now?
I sat down at her desk for the first time since arriving at her place. I opened her laptop cautiously, unlocking it with Alicia’s fingerprint. What would I find in Alicia's digital life?
I navigated the cluttered desktop, icons gleaming like little treasures waiting to be discovered. There was a folder labeled ‘Photos’ that caught my eye. I clicked it open, curiosity bubbling within me.
The first set of images featured Alicia with friends in various social settings—bright smiles, fashionable outfits, and laughter frozen in time.
I scrolled through the album and came across a series of selfies taken in different outfits—some casual, others more glamorous. My heart raced as I saw her poses, how comfortable she seemed in her skin. The confidence was something I would probably have to learn to emulate but had no idea how to achieve.
Then I spotted an image that made my breath catch. It was a candid shot of Alicia on a beach, golden sunlight dancing on her hair; she wore a bikini that accentuated her curves, a carefree expression on her face. I couldn't help but admire her beauty, the way she carried herself with such poise.
I imagined myself on that beach, being unabashedly confident in this new body. Acting all …girly ...and enjoying every moment of it.
Who was I kidding? She seemed so different from who I saw myself as. The Tim who had once felt so awkward in his own skin could not simply transition into the poised, radiant Alicia. Right?
Or… could he?
I dug into her wardrobe, nearly gasping when I came across the same bikini she was wearing on that trip. I couldn't resist the urge to try it on, to feel the fabric against Alicia's skin. Taking a deep breath, I slipped off my clothes once again and pulled the bikini over my hips.
The moment I adjusted the straps and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a thrill rushed through me. The reflection of Alicia, with her toned figure and sun-kissed skin, looked back—exuding confidence and allure. A laugh escaped my lips, bubbling with excitement at how different I felt compared to just days prior.
I tried to act more flamboyant and expressive, mimicking Alicia’s playful poses in the photos. I struck a few exaggerated stances, twirling my hair and grinning at my reflection.
“Look at me, I’m fabulous!” I exclaimed, laughter bubbling up from deep within me.
It felt good to let go of my inhibitions. I let out a giggle, spinning around to admire how the bikini hugged Alicia’s curves. In that moment, I felt something shift inside me —a budding acceptance. Maybe there was power in embracing this identity, in being unapologetically feminine.
"Why not fully embrace it?" I thought, a mischievous smile creeping onto my face. I grabbed my phone from the desk and took a few selfies in the bikini, striking ridiculous poses that made me laugh even more.
But then an idea struck me—why not share these with Ethan? A way to keep him engaged, to continue this connection we had forged. Even though I was still grappling with the enormity of the situation, who could resist a little flirty banter?
“Hey you! Had an amazing time last night 😉 Thought I’d share my new look! What do you think?”
My finger hovered over the send button, hesitation creeping back into my mind. Was this too forward? Too weird? But I dismissed those thoughts and hit send, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through me.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and took a moment to breathe, my heart still racing from both the thrill of pretending to be Alicia and the weight of what I had just done.
As I waited for a response from Ethan, I decided to practice Alicia’s British accent. It wasn’t easy, but I was determined to pull it off.
“Hello there, darling,” I said, puckering my lips and tilting my head slightly, “Last night felt …so good.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous I must have looked. But something about speaking in Alicia’s voice made me feel more connected to her. It was like she was possessing me from within.
“What do you mean? You’re telling me you think your son swapped bodies with me?,” I joked, “I’ve always been Alicia.”
I challenged myself to fully slip into the role of Alicia and act like her, even when I was alone –at least for the next few days.
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