Millie's fists clenched at her sides, her face a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and an undeniable hint of fear. “You’re destroying everything! You can’t just use my life for your own twisted amusement!
I enjoyed the way she squirmed, the power I suddenly held over her infusing me with a giddiness I had never experienced, “Oh, but Millie, isn’t that what you do every day? You get to be popular, pretty, and carefree. Now it’s my turn!”
I laughed, relishing the freedom of being her in every sense.
“Jake won’t understand,” she said quietly, almost pleadingly, “He loves me, not you.”
I arched an eyebrow, the thrill of mischief sparking in my eyes, “And how would he know the difference? I’m his girlfriend now.”
Millie stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I lay back on the bed, fully submerged in the thrill of my newfound existence.
That was three months ago, and summer was a distant memory.
Jake, oblivious to the switch, was mine now. Our relationship blossomed in secret as we navigated the complicated waters of teenage love—late-night texts under the covers, stolen kisses behind the bleachers. The more time I spent as Millie with him, the more I found myself lost in her world.
I decided against switching back, at least until after Christmas.
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