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Angel Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a metal ceiling. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader outfit ... where had she been a few minutes ago? Practice? She couldn’t remember.
She stood up from the odd silver spongy mat she had been lying on and surveyed the room ... silver colored metal walls, about 20 feet square ... a single door and no windows.
“Hello?” she called out. No answer. She had the feeling she was being watched.
Suddenly the door slid open and a large male form was shoved into the room by some unseen force. The door quickly slid closed behind him. He was...
“Max? Oh my God!” Angel ran over to him as her high school classmate collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football uniform. She couldn’t help but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him stagger over to the mat.
The young man looked confused. “Max?” he asked. He looked down at himself. “Holy shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Angel asked, concerned.
Max looked up at her. “I’m in Max’s body! This ... is ... awesome!” He beamed at her.
She took a step back. What the hell was going on here?
“It’s ... Cassandra, right?” Max (not Max?) asked.
She looked hurt. “No ... Angel!” Max knew who she was ... they had never dated or anything, but they flirted off and on.
“No, Angel’s blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too?” Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a shiny wall.
Angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra’s face looking back at her from the reflective surface. It couldn’t be...
She reached back and untied her ponytail. Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored surface did the same, and brunette hair fell into her line of sight. She took a handful to make sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra’s hair!
“Oh my God!” Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very tiny worry compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown place. Her voice wasn’t quite right, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra’s voice!
Now it was her turn to sag onto the mat. “Um ... um...” What the hell was happening here?
Max knelt down beside her. “Err ... I’m Jerry Booth...”
“Who?”
“I ... tutored you in math earlier this year? Our parents are friends from when they went to school together ... we take several classes together...”
Angel’s head was swimming. “Oh ... sorry, Terry ... I’m ... kinda fucked up right now.”
“Er ... Jerry...”
“Whatever...” Angel looked at her arms and realized that they weren’t quite right. She could see Cassandra’s darker arm hair, and a freckle she herself didn’t have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra’s body! “How?”
“GREETINGS HUMANS!”
Angel screeched at the sudden auditory intrusion, which seemed to be coming from all around them.
The volume dropped: “You have been chosen for an important experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our advanced technology to swap your primitive minds with two of your peers.” The voice was oddly stilted.
“Why would you do that?!” Angel cried to the air. “I want my own body back!”
“Speak for yourself,” she heard Max/whatshisname mutter.
“You will be restored to your proper flesh sacks in due time,” the strange voice continued. “First, the experiment.”
“No! You let us go now!” Angel was on her feet by this point, shouting.
There was no response.
“Hello?!” she called.
The voice continued, “Using your borrowed bodies, you will perform coitus. When you have both achieved completion you will be freed.”
Angel was confused. “Perform? I’m not in the drama club!”
Max (or whoever) snorted, and she looked at him. She didn’t like the look on his borrowed face as he leered at her.
“Coitus means sex,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Oh!” She recoiled from him. “No! We won’t!” she called out.
Again there was no response.
They waited. Still nothing.
“Hello?” she once again called out to thin air.
Terry ... no, Larry? ... started to stretch his body this way and that, tensing up his muscles.
Angel found it worriedly distracting. “What are you doing?”
“Testing my new body out,” he replied. “Boom!” He flexed his arms, causing his biceps to bulge in a sexy, masculine fashion.
Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could feel herself getting wet watching this geek strut around in her crush’s hot body like that. She tried to remember what the nerd’s real body looked like ... skinny, limp brown hair, poor complexion... ? It seemed right.
She needed to distract herself. “So, um ... what is it like outside of this room?” She headed toward the door.
He paused. “Oh ... there’s another room just like this one next door. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here.”
“Did you see what it was?” She was examining the door now. It had no handle or any other way she could see of opening it.
He seemed perplexed. “No ... weird ... maybe the aliens have mind powers?”
The door had slid open and closed earlier. She tried pushing her hands flat against the door and dragging sideways, but it wouldn’t move.
Warm hands touched her shoulders and she jumped. Quickly twisting around, she whacked Not-Max’s hands away.
“Hey! I’m just trying to help,” he said.
“Trying to help yourself,” she retorted. She examined the walls and came up with no ideas on how to get out of there. Finally, she plopped herself back down on the mat. Not-Max sat down next to her, too close.
She scooted her butt away from him a couple of feet and crossed her arms. “We’re going to wait.”
Time passed. Angel couldn’t tell how long because she didn’t have her phone but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she couldn’t help but watch, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed body, but because she was bored.
She wondered why her current body didn’t feel much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a similar build and body type, which is one reason why they were such bitter rivals. Then she had a thought. “Hey, where’s my real body?” she asked the ceiling.
A moment later one of the walls turned into a split screen, one half showing a skinny geek and the other showing herself!
She approached the screen. Their counterparts were in similar rooms, but separate from each other.
“Dude!” the geeky-looking guy on the screen shouted out to the air. “Dude!”
‘Yep, that’s Max,’ Angel thought. She looked at ‘herself’.
“Helloooo... ! Don’t you know who I am?” Cassandra-in-her-body called out haughtily to nobody.
‘Snooty bitch!’ thought Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was right next to her, also watching the screen ... she could feel the heat from his body and her arm hairs stood on end from the closeness of him.
She was very horny, her real body was safe, and she was in control of stupid Cassandra’s. She realized that if she did what the aliens wanted and they were recording it, it would look like Cassandra was having sex with the geek in Max’s body, not her.
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