The dinner flew by, and they found themselves back in the hotel room at the end of the evening. Ryan flopped onto one of the beds, exhausted from a day filled with swimming, laughter, and navigating life as Gemma.
Gemma flopped down beside him, her long hair spilling across the pillows. The day had left them both feeling exhilarated and oddly connected in a way they hadn’t anticipated.
“Can you believe how much fun we had?” she said, propping herself up on one elbow to face him, “I feel like we actually bonded today.”
Ryan turned onto his side, mirroring her position, “Yeah, we did. It's weird, but I feel like I know you better now—at least, the teenage version of you.”
As they lay there, Ryan and Gemma found themselves delving deeper into conversation. They talked about their favorite memories growing up, their childhood dreams, and the struggles they faced as siblings.
It was a strange feeling for both of them, being able to talk so openly and honestly with someone who looked just like them but had lived such a different life.
But one topic kept resurfacing, causing both of them to feel a sense of awkwardness and discomfort: their bodies.
Gemma shifted uneasily on the bed, her cheeks turning pink as she brought up the subject again.
“I mean… you’ve seen me naked,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “And showered in my body.”
“Ryan, you have my tits!” Gemma exclaimed, her voice rising slightly as if she couldn’t believe the absurdity of it all.
“I know! I mean—” he stammered, suddenly aware of how delicate and strange it felt to be discussing their bodies in such an openly casual manner.
But the cat was out of the bag.
“It’s just… weird! I mean, you’ve been inside my clothes, you’ve seen me in a bikini, and now you’re wearing my bra!”
“Hey, it’s not like I have much of a choice,” he shot back, grabbing one of Gemma’s breasts in his hand and squeezing it.
Gemma swatted his hand away, a mix of shock and reluctant laughter in her eyes, "Okay, okay! We don't need to—"
“I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have boobs…” Ryan pondered.
Gemma’s expression softened, “They’re just lumps of fat, Ryan… To me, they're just... there.”
“I guess I can understand that,” Ryan bit his lip, looking down at Gemma’s chest again, “Why do you care so much if I touch them then?”
“Because it’s… it’s personal, Ryan. You’re my brother, and it’s just weird to think of you exploring that part of my body.”
“Gemma, I have to …touch them if I’m showering or getting dressed. It’s not like I’m doing it as a guy, I’m literally you!”
“Fine, but there’s a difference between doing it out of necessity and… whatever that was.”
"I get it, really. But maybe it's not as weird as we think? I mean, in this reality, it doesn’t really matter who we used to be before we ended up in each other’s bodies. Like, honestly, how much does it really matter that we’re swapped? Mom and Dad don’t care. They just see us as their kids, and we're having fun, right?”
“I guess you’re right. It’s just... this whole thing is so surreal. My brother in my body…”
“Exactly! We’re siblings first. The bodies don’t change that,” Ryan said, attempting to keep the mood light despite the heavy implications.
“—siblings first,” Gemma echoed softly, her eyes searching Ryan’s face.
The earlier tension began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that neither had expected to find in this bizarre situation.
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