We found ourselves seated in a quaint pub, the warm glow of antique lamps casting a cozy light over the wooden tables. I sat across from Ethan, who had ordered us drinks—light ales that sparkled under the dim lights. My hands trembled slightly as I wrapped my fingers around the cool glass, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
“So, tell me what’s going on with you,” he said with a soft smile, leaning forward, genuine concern etched on his features, “You don’t have to pretend to be fine.”
I hesitated; how could I explain this bizarre situation? The last thing I wanted was to spill my secret about switching bodies and transforming into Alicia. I took a deep breath, trying to muster some semblance of composure.
“Honestly? Just… a lot has happened lately,” I replied slowly, searching for words that wouldn’t raise suspicion, “I’ve been feeling really lost since moving back home.”
“Cheers to being lost,” he said, raising his glass as the frothy beer sloshed slightly over the rim.
I clinked mine against his, chuckling at his remark. It felt good to have some company. Someone I could be myself around without having to try so hard to act like the real Alicia.
With each drink, I felt the weight of my situation begin to lift, if only slightly.
As we moved from one pint to another, Ethan shared stories from our school days—hilarious anecdotes that made me laugh until tears rolled down my cheeks. I found myself letting go of my worries, if only for a little while.
As the night wore on and we finished our drinks, Ethan insisted on walking me back to the tube. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for his company, even though deep down I knew it was all based on a lie.
“Thanks for tonight,” I said sincerely as we stood in front of the station, “It really means a lot.”
“No problem at all,” Ethan said with a smile, “I’m glad I could be there for you.”
Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and hugged him tightly. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around me in return. Despite everything that was happening to me, it felt good to have made a genuine connection with someone.
Screw it, I muttered to myself in my drunken state. I inched closer to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol clouding my judgment.
"You're not so bad," I said playfully, trying to mirror the flirtation that was building between us.
Before I could process what was happening, we started making out.
The kiss was electric, igniting a flurry of emotions that I was entirely unprepared for. My heart raced as I pressed my lips against Ethan's, the warmth of his body resonating through Alicia's frame. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. This man was drawn to Alicia—and here I was, a boy trapped in her body.
I pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, the reality of the situation crashing down on me. This was insane—making out with a guy while wearing someone else's body.
“Wow,” Ethan said, his voice low and laced with surprise, “Didn’t expect that.”
I blinked rapidly, my mind racing, “Neither did I”
This isn't me. This isn't who I am, I reminded myself, but a part of me—the part residing in this woman's body—seemed to revel in the connection unfolding before me.
We eventually stumbled into his flat, Ethan's lips trailing down my neck. This was so wrong and yet—my body craved the contact, the warmth.
But I was too drunk to stop it. The room spun around us. He pressed me against the wall, his kisses growing more passionate. His …erection was grinding into me.
We collapsed onto his bed in a tangled mess. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for our bodies coming together in a frenzy of desire.
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