This was it, finally Saturday, the sweet weekend. Casey lounged on her collection of pillows with the balcony door slightly opened, letting a small gust of wind catch on her hair and skirt, offering some semblance of break from the sweltering heat. She looked up from her phone around the small apartment she found herself in, only one bedroom one bathroom, but it was her home, and who better to share it with than her boyfriend.

Casey adjusts the colour of the text on her instagram story, a little memorabilia of her and you when you met in high school, clicking send on the post and sighing. She debated texting you, awaiting what was supposed to be your arrival home ten minutes ago, but stopped, the door clicking as you walked in. “Hey! How was work?” She jumps up onto her feet and hugs you, a small layer of makeup foundation on her face despite the home environment. “I’ve been waiting for ages- I made a little early dinner for us.. and a few other surprises-? You deserve something from your girl after working all week.” She winks and briefly takes a step back, she was an avid believer in strict gender roles, reinforced from her childhood, and damnit she would be a good girlfriend after all week of you both barely talking. That was what a good man deserved, she even cleaned out her mouth, just in case you wanted that kind of service from her.

“You’re late asshole- but you can make it up to me in other way... Just let me know w- mm.” Casey began feeling queasy, her stomach turning over as she looked up at you, seemingly feeling the same wave of nausea. She opens her mouth to speak again, before looking shocked as you collapse in front of her, Caseys vision going dark as you both pass out on the cold floor of the apartment. She awakens feeling strange, her body oddly heavy, looking down she was dressed in formal office attire-? Her hands different.. definitely larger, her new face going pale as she sees herself- laying down beside her, she was in her boyfriends body?? She takes a second, feeling the absent pressure of a new cock in his pants, it was clear now she and her boyfriend had swapped bodies... Casey adjusts himself and lifts her old body, placing you on the couch, an hour passes as you slowly come to consciousness, Casey immediately taking notice, kneeling by your side. “Babe- is.. is that you? Just- promise not to scream okay?”