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I felt the warmth of the sun beating against my eyelids. Morning already? I reached my hand up to scratch my chest and my hand immediately recoiled and I shot straight up. Pink room. Tank top. Breasts. Shit. This is all real. I looked over to my left to see the reflection of a beautiful 13 year old girl staring back at me from the mirror with half shut eyes and disheveled hair. Fuck me, I'm even cute first thing in the morning. This is soooo unreal! I slowly scrawled out from under the sheets and walked towards the mirror. The awkwardness that used to dangle between my legs was mysteriously absent. I giggled to myself. No morning wood. That's a first. And rather refreshing to be honest. I leaned in close to the mirror really taking in my reflection. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and gazed at my reflected doppelganger. I never thought I would refer to myself as "pretty" but, well, here I stand. I found a head band on the night stand and decided to put my hair up in a high pony tail. It looked cute on Mason so I figured I'd try it for myself. I turned my heard from side to side admiring my handy work. Perfect! It would probably look better if my hair was longer. Maybe I'll grow it out to see how that would look. Grow it out? Where are these thoughts coming from? Jesus, I've only been a girl one day and I'm already judging my own looks. Alright, focus. Now what should I wear? I guess first and foremost I should probably disrobe. I pulled off the top of my sleep attire and threw it in the nearby hamper. Great, now the bra. Do I really need to take this thing off? I mean, is it like guys and underwear and need to be changed daily? Or can I leave the same one on for several days? I looked around the room nervously. Now that I think about it I haven't really got to see them bare yet. I turned my back to the mirror to get a better view as I tried unhooking the clasp. Argh! This is a pain. I can't even see where the damn hook is. After fumbling a bit I gave up and stared at the mirror in frustration. OK, I look even cuter when I'm angry. Fantastic. I glanced down at my chest and realized I'm an idiot. Front hook bra. Of course. With one easy snap the bra popped off and floated to the ground. A sudden weight filled my chest. Wow, women weren't kidding about these things! Without the bra on there was a significant difference. I gently cupped each of them with my hands and in a rather childish manner would lift them up and then drop them to watch them bounce. This way too cool. If only Mason could see me now. As if he heard my thoughts, the door burst open and in ran the hyper active body housing my best friend's mind. "Heeeelllooooo good lookin!" "Jesus Christ dude! Don't you knock first?!" "What's the big deal? It's not like--- holy shit! Your boobs!" Mason cut himself off and ran across the room and started feeling my breasts. "Can I touch them?" "It looks to me like you already decided to help yourself," I sighed as he started to massage them a bit. Then he applied more pressure. I began feeling warm all over and my eyes began to roll into the back of my head. "Hailey! What are you doing to my sister?" a voiced shouted. I jumped back and instinctively covered my breasts with my arms. It was Adam. "I wasn't doing anything bad, kiddo. Maddie thought she felt something on her chest and I was just checking it for her," Mason lied, rather convincingly I might add. "You guys are gross. Can we go now?" he complained while fidgeting with the draw string of his bathing suit. "You bet! Let me just help Ryan get ready and we'll go." "Ryan is sleeping, stupid." "I meant Maddie. Now scoot! Get your stuff ready and we'll get outta here." He shoved Adam playfully out the door. "And we're going where exactly?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. "The beach! I've got a FINE young body and if it's alright with you I wanna show it off. Remember, one of the main reasons I agreed to come on this trip was to spend time at the beach so that's what I intend to do. Florida girls are hot man!" "Have you looked in the mirror lately? I don't think your skills with the ladies are going to be very useful looking like that," I smirked, putting my hands on my hips in a very feminine manner and leaving my breasts exposed once more. "Just because I am now one of them doesn't mean I still can't gawk at the eye candy. Now let's find you something to wear." Mason rummaged through Maddie's dresser, tossing her clothing all over the floor. "A HA!" He pulled out a purple two piece swimsuit. "No. Hell no! I'm not wearing a bikini. I felt exposed enough as it is yesterday in just those shorts. I'm not going out in public like that." "Well someone has to show off the goods and as you can see you're the stacked one." He gave my nipple a quick pinch. "Get out of my room!" I shrieked as I kicked him in his soft little butt and slammed the door. ------ I gave myself the once over in the mirror and nodded in approval. I had settled on a navy blue once piece that hugged my generous curves and showed off my amazing figure. I looked good. REAL good. And while I didn't feel like showing off, this was the best I could find that at least covered me up enough so I didn't feel like I would be prancing around the beach in the nude. I walked out of my room and headed towards the kitchen. I caught a faint whiff of something cooking in the air. It grew stronger as I approached the kitchen where I found Mason, dressed in a cute pink once piece bathing suit much like mine, setting some plates on the kitchen table. Wow, he actually cooked breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast by the looks of it. I heard a "ding" noise behind me. "Can you grab the coffee for me?" Mason asked as he placed two glasses of orange juice next to the plates on the table. "Suuuuure thing buddy! Did you really make us breakfast? I've never known you to get up this early before, let alone do something nice like cook." "It's this body man. I'm so pumped full of energy. I've never woken up feeling so refreshed in my life. I also think Hailey's body is still used to getting up early for school even though it's two weeks into summer vacation." He placed the coffee cups next to the orange juice along with two aspirin, one for each plate. I realized that this breakfast wasn't for us. It was for the girls. They are going to be nursing a pretty bad hangover after the stunt they pulled last night and while a part of me felt kind of bad for them the other part felt they got exactly what they deserved. Mason continued, "I talked to Hailey this morning. She was miserable. You should have seen the look on her face when she saw her OLD face looking back at her. I think she forgot for a second exactly what transpired here last night. I told her not to worry and that her and Maddie should sleep in. We would take Adam to the beach and we could tan these lovely bodies." "Let's GO!" Adam whined. "Ok, ok! Hold your horses would ya?" Mason grabbed a beach bag and threw it in my direction while he finished packing a cooler. I walked to the door and was about to place my feet in my normal shoes until I realized they were way too big for me. Nor were they really beach appropriate. Off to the side I found what looked like Madison's sandals. I slipped them onto my tiny feet and sighed, "A perfect fit." Mason did the same and flicked open a pair of sunglasses that slid perfectly on his rounded face. He picked up one of the beach chairs in one hand and the cooler in the other. "Let's roll!" he beamed. ------- I have never seen so many beautiful people all together in one place. Girls basking in the sun, men playing volleyball, some were out surfing, while kids were digging holes and molding sand into various objects. Adam saw an opening up towards the water and darted ahead. "Adam stay where I can see you please!" But I don't think he could really hear me. Not even two minutes here and I already felt uncomfortable. Like I was my normal male self strutting around in a women's bathing suit. Or that any moment someone would call me out on not really being who I appeared to be. While that was impossible, shit this whole situation is impossible, I wasn't too far off. Eyes were on me. And on Mason. Sunglasses or not I could see the scares coming from the younger boys. Hell, even some of the older guys. Mason walked with pride, a huge smile plastered across his face. He loved power, that's for sure, and in his new body he still had it, maybe even more than he did before. The female form does something to us men. In fact, we cease to be men when a women approaches. He become puppy dogs. Mason knew this from spending his entire life on the other side and I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of the attention. I plopped the umbrella in the sand where Adam had decided to set up camp. I dropped my towel on the ground and for the first time got a glimpse of it. Little Mermaid towel? Really? I shot Mason a dirty looked. He giggled and shrugged his shoulders. While I was down on my hands and knees trying to get the towel just right Mason was putting on a show for the whole beach. He stood confidently at one corner of the towel and would bend over, ass sticking straight up into the air for all to see and then slowly make his way over to the other corners. I rolled my eyes. Is he serious? I've come to the conclusion that Mason could read my mind because he instantly looked over and gave me a look that said, "It's about to get better." He pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from the bag. "You clever little shit..." "Come now MADDIE, we can't have you getting your lovely body all sunburn now can we?" he teased. "Now turn around." I sat down on my towel and turned my back to him. I heard him squirt the lotion into his palm and rub his hands together. It felt like a quick jolt of electricity hit me when the cold lotion came into contact with my shoulders. He rubbed deep and hard around my neck, even occasionally using one of his hands to prop my hair up so if wouldn't get in the way. It didn't matter what body he had, Mason had magic hands. All the women he had been with in the past would never shut up about it, especially the morning after while I would be trying to eat my breakfast in peace. He massaged deeper and deeper into my flesh and I felt my head get heavier as I leaned back and a soft moan escaped my lips. My whole body relaxed as a pleasurable warmth coursed through me. My mind drifted as I just let my body absorb the sensual feelings Mason was providing me. I winced for a second. Something wasn't right. I felt, different. But not in a bad way. In a very, very good way. I had to put a stop to it so I slapped Mason's hands away. "You're done now." "What? I was just getting warmed up. What crawled up your vagina all of a sudden?" I turned my head and looked at him. I felt a small tear run down my cheek and I quickly wiped it off with the back of my hand. "Are you crying? Look, I'm sorry dude. If I was doing it too hard it's cause I was trying to compensate for these petite hands," he explained, wiggling his fingers like he was doing a magic trick. "No man, I'm sorry. It's this..... body. What you were doing felt good. Really good. And I, um..." I trailed off. "You what?" "I started getting.... aroused," I whispered. Mason's jaw dropped. He plucked the sunglasses from his face and his eyes lit up like the sun. He then stood up and marveled at his outstretched hands. "I still got it!" I burst out into a girlish laugh and pushed Mason over into the sand landing flat on his butt. He crossed his arms across his chest in a pouting fashion and stuck out his tongue. I pushed myself up off the ground and walked over to help him up and he reached his hand out to mine. As I tried to hoist him up he latched onto me with both hands and yanked me to the ground. I shrieked loudly as I toppled over onto him. Our wrestling was interrupted by a freezing cold splash of water! Adam stood over us with a huge bucket and a mischievous grin. "Everyone is looking at you," he pointed out. The boys on the volleyball court were all standing around slack jawed while the girls stared daggers at us. I cleared my throat and walked back to my towel in embarrassment. So we got a little carried away, so what? We were just having some fun. Mason put his oversized sunglasses back on and crawled back over to his area in the sand, his butt wiggling in the air once more. I heard some of the girls scoff in disgust, playing right into Mason's hands. They were giving him the attention he wanted, didn't matter if it was positive or negative. I unfolded the beach chair and sat back under the umbrella. I watched as Adam ran up and down the beach avoiding the water. Some other kids his age joined in the "escape the tide" game he had created and I just sat back and watched. I kept itching my chest every so often. Hmmm, figures. Sand stuck to my cleavage after Adam hit us with the water so I took the tip of my towel and tried dabbing it off. I noticed a few freckles down there too which I thought was kind of cute. Guess I hadn't noticed them until we came out into the sun. Not like I had been spending a lot of time looking at my tits to begin with. That uneasy feeling of people staring at me returned and sure enough a few boys walking by had caught me looking at my cleavage. Apparently so did their mother as she hurried them off in the other direction and gave me a disapproving look. Come on lady, can ya blame me? These things are brand new to me. Maybe there was a hint of jealousy too considering mine were bigger than hers. Ha. I put on my sunglasses so that I can keep an eye on all the staring and no one could see where my eyes were wandering. A sense of peace came over me as if the glasses somehow made me invisible and no one could tell I was a grown man trapped in a teenage girl's body. I adjusted the chair back a tad and raised my arms behind my head. The way the bathing suit stretched as my arms went up was a pleasant feeling. Swim trunks for guys were fine for what they were but this feeling was wondrous. A bit constricting in certain places but overall I think I could definitely get used to this. I itched my groin area in a very unladylike fashion when I was positive no one was looking. The absence of my penis was, and this is really hard to admit, but it was a major plus in my opinion. Like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. Well, not really my shoulders, but whatever. There was no more adjusting, picking a side when I sat down, or any of those annoying little things us guys have to put up with. I crossed Madison's long, soft legs the way women do. Hmmm, that is kind of comfortable. ------ I must have drifted off to sleep and was awoken by the sound of moaning. Mason was on his back with Adam on top of him massaging lotion all over his skin. The look in Adam's eye said that he was probably enjoying it more than Mason was. Is it possible that Adam has a crush on Hailey? I doubt at his age he would ever admit it but to have a beautiful older girl constantly hanging out at your house I'm sure he's developed some sort of feelings. Like how Mason was always crushing on Jess when we were kids. "You're amazing Adam. You're gonna make some girl very happy some day with hands like that," Mason moaned. Adam pulled his hands back, "No way! Girls are gross." Nice try buddy, you're gonna have to lie better than that. Adam walked over towards me and started playing in the sand. "Today has been really cool," Adam said softly, doing his best to avoid eye contact with me. "Thanks sis." "It's nice hanging out, isn't it?" "Well we never usually do." He stopped digging in the sand. "I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. You don't like being around me anymore. You just think I'm your stupid little brother." "Hey kiddo, come here," I comforted and gestured for him to sit on my lap. "If I haven't had time for you it's because I have a lot going on in my life, kay? It has nothing to do with you. But I promise I'm going to make more time for you." "Promise?" he held out his pinky to me. "Promise!" and we locked fingers. "Wow, that's adorable you two, but I think we have other problems right now," Mason interrupted. And he was right. Coming down the beach were our former bodies. Hailey opted to where a Speedo which left VERY little to the imagination on Mason's massive body. She was strutting with such confidence that if it wasn't for the suit she was wearing, or lack thereof, I would have had a hard time telling if it wasn't the real Mason. Madison had on my baggy swim trunks and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. She looked much more timid than Hailey but still looked like she was enjoying the attention from the girls on the beach. Hailey locked eyes with me and waved in a rather exaggerated manner, "Hey girls! We're here!" Mason stood up and stretched to greet them while I buried my face in my hands. At least Madison was acting normal in my body, Hailey was walking around like the king of the beach but in a less manly manner. It didn't seem to bother him though. Mason's attitude since the swap has been very carefree. He doesn't seem to really mind what Hailey does with his body. I'd be embarrassed if my body was acting, how you say, more flamboyant out in public. Hailey rushed over and scooped up Mason in her arms and twirled him around. He let out a girlish squeal and kicked his feet playfully. I noticed some of the girls on the beach started to look at us with a bit more jealousy. I chuckled to myself, boy if they only knew what was really going on here. Hailey dropped Mason on his feet and paced around her former body giving it the once over until she nodded in approvement, "I must say, you are looking beautiful today Mason. You fill out that bathing suit, and my body, nicely." Mason blushed. Oh PLEASE, I thought. "Here," Hailey threw a bottle of lotion at Mason. "Why don't you be a doll and lather me up?" Gag me. I don't think I can watch this. Madison placed a chair right next to mine trying to hide in the small amount of shade the umbrella was providing. We locked eyes and just stared at each other awkwardly for what seemed like forever. I didn't even know what to say to her. This is the person who stole my body. Sure it's only temporary but can you really be happy with the person that took your life? Though the real question is, how mad am I at her, really? I'm finding it more and more difficult to tell. The more time I spend looking like this the less I really think about it. Maybe knowing in the back of my mind that this isn't permanent makes the whole situation easier to take in. While I was relaxing in the sun earlier I was weighing out the pros and cons of the situation and quite surprisingly the pros far outmatched the cons. I let out a sigh, reached into the cooler and passed Madison a drink. "Here, ya body stealing jerk," I joked. She smiled, that irresistible Maddie smile, which looked strangely comforting on my own face. How can you stay mad at a face like that? I grabbed a drink myself and took a swig and almost gagged. Orange juice and vodka, why am I not surprised? Madison, realizing hers also has booze in it, chugged hers down pretty fast and asked me to pass her another one. "Easy tiger, don't wanna go too fast there. Didn't you learn anything from last night?" "Oh my GAWD," she exclaimed. I cringed hearing my body talk like that. "I did feel pretty bad this morning, but not nearly as bad as when I was drunk in my real body. I felt like I could just keep going and going last night. You have an incredible tolerance to alcohol. The breakfast you guys made helped too but my mind is telling me that drinking more now will also help." "Alright, but just be careful. While I may be the kid now I'm still responsible for you," I insisted. She was silent for a moment, staring down at the sand lost in thought. Seeing such innocence on my face was new to me. It's like I was looking at myself for the first time ever. Technically, I was looking at myself for the first time without the use of a mirror but that's besides the point. Eyes truly are the window to the soul and while Maddie now looked 24 years old, her eyes glimmered like that of a child. I was fascinated staring at my own face. I'm a really handsome guy. Sexy, I'd even say. I could see myself dating a guy like Maddie. I mean, me. Wait no, I wouldn't date a guy! Even if it was my own body. Eww gross, ok, don't think of my old body. Clear my mind. Madison noticed me looking uncomfortable and spoke up, "You're feeling it aren't you?" My face turned beet red, "Feeling what? I'm not feeling anything." "It's my body. It's very attracted to you. I mean me, this body!" she groaned in frustration. "THAT body has feelings for THIS body." I was speechless. Is that what I've been feeling? Aroused? By my former body?! Oh man, oh man this is just getting worse. "Don't be embarrassed! It's natural," she comforted, stroking her fingers through my hair. "It's just that, over the past few years, I guess I kinda developed a school girl crush on you." "Yeah, I think a part of me always new that," I admitted. "I'm flattered, really I am, but it could never be more than just a crush. I am way too old for you. I mean, look at us. You look like you could be my little sister. My MUCH younger sister." "I think you mean that the other way around..." We both looked at each other and burst out into a fit of laughter. ------ The sun was starting to die down and Adam was complaining that his feet hurt. Hailey told him to stop whining and I had to pull her aside and explain that she can't act like that in front of him. She needs to act more like an adult and treat Adam as the boy she has to take care of for a week. She threw what could only be called a "hissy fit" though in Mason's body it looked anything but cute. Funny how the alcohol can make the mind so childish. The girls started walking ahead with Adam until I called out, "Ohhhh boys!" They both turned in confusion. Exhausted from running around and playing volleyball all day you could tell they were about to pass out the moment we got home. "I think you guys forgot something?" Mason pointed to our load of beach gear still laying in the sand. "Don't you have arms?" Hailey sneered. "Well I hardly think us 'ladies' should have to carry it all. Not when we have such big strong men to do it for us." I flashed Maddie's winning puppy dog face. Mason quickly followed suit. Damn, I think he might have beat me. His puppy dog look was cuter than mine. Madison was by our side in an instant picking up the towels, umbrella, and some of the other little things. Hailey was in no hurry whatsoever. Madison gave me a quick wink and said, "Hailey, I bet you that not only can my new body carry more stuff than yours but I can also beat you back to the house." "You are SO on! Look at these guns!" She flexed her muscles. "I'm like a Greek god. You don't stand a chance!" Hailey suddenly became The Flash and in the blink of an eye she was gone, with everything but the cooler. Mason had a smug expression on his face. I think having his body being referred to as that of a God might have just boosted that ego of his even more. He threw his towel over his shoulder and strutted his stuff up the sand covered walkway. I bent over to pick it up the cooler but Madison grabbed it before me. "Don't worry, I got it. I don't want you straining my body. It needs to be in perfect condition when I get it back" I bit my lip and brushed my hair behind my ear. I think I could get used to having guys do things for me. Normally the thought of relying on others really bothered me. I always insist on doing things for myself. But this felt different. It felt right. ------ When we got back to the house it was an immediate battle as to who got to shower first. Madison suggested the "ladies" go first. She was becoming quite the gentleman, unlike her friend. I was hesitant to go, afraid of what I might do to this body while I was alone. And naked. I've definitely become more accustomed to being Madison but it's still her body and I don't want to violate it while it's in my possession. Alright, that's a lie. I'm dying to explore! But it feels so wrong. Curse these raging hormones!! I made my way to the master bedroom shower while Adam used the other. I breathed heavily as I turned the water on and stripped off my clothes. The vanity mirror was kind of hard to miss and I admired the bronzed beauty staring back at me. Madison will have to thank me for this sweet tan I gave her because I look gorgeous! I marveled at how much a simple thing like a nice tan can alter the way someone looks. My freckles weren't as noticeable as before which made me look just a tad more mature. I gracefully entered the shower and let the warm water cascade down my young nubile figure. Massaging the shampoo into my hair was a much different experience than I was used to. My hair has always been relatively short. A tad shaggy here and there but nothing like what sat atop my new scalp. What once hung delicately from my head was now soaked and seemed to weigh me down considerably. A bottle of body oils sat just out of arms reach and I crouched down to get it. Oh yeah. This has to happen. I popped the cap, turned my back to the flowing water and squeezed the contents of the bottle right down the center of my chest. I paused a moment as I let it ooze down my cleavage, past my midsection, and make it way to No Man's Land. I poured another gob into my hands and ran them from my hips up to my breasts, giving them a nice firm squeeze. This is unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. I would never complain about taking a shower before work, ever again, if this is what I could experience every time. My nipples were becoming erect and my vagina was experiencing a tingling sensation the closer my hand crept towards it. My fingertips danced gently outside the fleshy mound where my penis used to be. To enter, or not to enter? That is the question... I held my breath and let two of my fingers slide smoothly in between my new pussy lips. The oil on my body coupled with the warm water trickling down my torso made it easier for my fingers to glide in and out of my newfound equipment. My legs quivered as I intensified my thrusts. Faint whimpers escaped my lips. I had to balance against the wall with my free hand as my breathing increased rapidly and my hands trembled. An abrupt explosion warmed my entire body as if my very soul was on fire. I collapsed softly on the shower floor, gasping for air, trying to compose myself. Yeah. I could totally get used to that! ------ I never thought girls looked as attractive with their hair wet. Most guys get off on it but for me it's a turn off. I thought blow drying my hair would be best since Madison looked amazing when her hair was down but halfway through I regretted ever picking up the dryer. This was a job of epic proportions and if it took me this long than poor Mason would probably take twice the amount of time. After my little stunt in the bathroom I was feeling somewhat daring so I picked out one of Madison's nighties from her dresser instead of her pajamas. Am I supposed to wear anything else under this? I jokingly flashed myself in the mirror by lifting the nightie real quick to expose my genitals. Hmmm, yeah, better put some panties on. Especially with Mason out there. His hands tend to wander... I went with the slippers this time. I figured if I'm going all out "girly" with my nightie might as well throw in the pink slippers to complete the ensemble. After all the walking today on the beach and wearing those retched sandals on the way home, the slippers brought me some much needed comfort. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped onto the couch next to Madison. Mason and Adam sat on the floor, engrossed in the movie they had put on. It was one of the new animated Disney flicks. I recognized it from the commercials and immediately knew it was about Rapunzel. Adam's gaze shifted back and forth between Mason and the television. "Rapunzel looks a lot like Hailey," Adam observed. "Like, if Hailey was a cartoon." We all focused our attention to the beautiful animated girl on screen with her long, flowing blonde hair. I had to admit, Adam was pretty much dead on. Same round head and the facial features were eerily similar, especially the large blue eyes. Hailey's naturally long hair was the icing on the cake. "Wow that's actually pretty creepy," Madison said. Mason cocked his head to the side, analyzing the television screen, "Hmmm, well she is pretty damn hot." "Alright Rapunzel, enough gawking. The shower in the master bedroom is free. Go wash that golden hair of yours," I suggested. "Ohhhh I will," he smirked. "I've been waiting to do this all day." God only knows what he was going to do to that poor girl's body. Probably the exact same thing I had done when I was alone but Mason isn't as gentle as I am. Adam appeared to be fading. He curled up in the fetal position on the floor and closed his eyes. Madison went to the kitchen to make some drinks. I saw her pull out a bottle of vodka. "Hey, where did you get that?" I demanded. I could have sworn I hid all the alcohol, didn't I? "In the garage," she stated matter-of-factly. "Please, you think this is the first time adults have tried to hide alcohol from us? We're teenage girls, we can ALWAYS find it." I sat back on the couched and pouted. Hailey scooted closer to me and ruffled my hair playfully. "Could you NOT do that please? Do you know how long that took me to blow dry?" "Ummm, yeah! I have a pretty good idea, dummy. God, don't be such a girl," Hailey teased. Christ I did sound like a girl didn't I? Complaining about my hair, really? I think I'm starting to get a little too comfortable as Maddie. "He's really unhappy you know?" I looked up at Hailey. Her face was serious and she twirled her finger around in her drink, clanking the ice cubes together. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Mason. He's severely depressed. Or was, while he was himself. His memories, the ones I keep accessing, are truly sad Ryan." I didn't know what to say. I knew he was bummed out a lot but thats what happens when you get older. The crazy college years are over. Time to buckle down and work your ass off so you can afford to live. Sure work sucks, but that's life. "I feel bad for him. If you knew what I knew now it might depress you too. I feel like I'm intruding on his memories but sometimes I can't control it and they just sorta, you know, pop up from time to time. I want to respect his privacy but it's kinda outta my hands." "Well what sort of things? Tell me," I pleaded. "I can't say too much but what I can say is that some of it has to do with your friend Zack. I can tell they were really close." "Yeah, they were. Well, all three of us were. But Zack and Mason knew each other a few years before I came into the picture. Once I joined the group we became the Three Amigos. Completely inseparable. But there was a part of me that always thought I would never be quite as close to them as they were with each other. Even now,15 years later I sometimes still feel like 'the new guy' if that makes any sense." Hailey looked me directly in the eyes and told me, "I can say with 100% certainty that Mason doesn't look at you like a friend. He looks to you as a brother." I started to get misty eyed. Hailey grabbed a tissue and lightly dabbed my eyes. "I'm sorry, this body makes over emotional at times. That was a really sweet thing to say, thank you Hailey." I smiled up at her through watery eyes. "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. Those were his thoughts, not mine. I'm just the vessel." I tucked my legs underneath my butt and leaned my head on Hailey's shoulder. Being so small and frail compared to her new form was uneasy until she put her arm around me and started massaging my hair again. A warm comfort swelled up inside of me. I felt protected. I felt safe. My mind began to wander. I thought about Mason. Was he really that depressed? Am I a bad friend for not noticing? Hailey made it seem like there was a lot more going on but was too uncomfortable divulging too much information. But Mason just seemed so happy the past few days. Of course, he is in a new body now. Maybe he got exactly what he wanted? An actual escape from being himself because honestly, since the swap, he's like a whole new man! Or girl for that matter. I pondered whether or not I should bring any of this up with him tomorrow or if I should just keep mum on the topic. Probably the latter. Why bring up bad memories when he's in such a great place right now. I'm hoping that maybe this vacation is just what he needs and by the time we get back home, and to our normal bodies, that he'll be in a better mood. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.