You can bodyswap

You wake up one day and wonder what it would be like to be rich and famous and boom you are suddenly bodyswapped with a local billionaire. You realized you can bodyswap with anyone just by thinking about how much you'd like to be them.

You can bodyswap

You wake up one day and wonder what it would be like to be rich and famous and boom you are suddenly bodyswapped with a local billionaire. You realized you can bodyswap with anyone just by thinking about how much you'd like to be them.

The morning sun blasted through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes of light across your face. You groaned, rolling over and burying your head in the pillow. Ugh, Mondays. Wouldn't it be amazing to just be rich? Like, really rich? No more ramen noodles, no more stressing about bills...

Suddenly, the silk sheets beneath you felt unfamiliar, cool against your skin. You shot upright, blinking in confusion at the massive bedroom. It was huge, decorated in shades of grey and silver, with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a cityscape that stretched as far as the eye could see. Marble floors gleamed, reflecting the sunlight, and a modern sculpture sat on a pedestal in the corner. This isn't your room, not even close.

A woman with fiery red hair strode into the room, a tablet clutched in her hand. Her tailored pantsuit looked expensive, and the expression on her face was all business. She paused when she saw you sitting up.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice crisp and professional. "I trust you slept well? Your schedule for today is quite full. First, you have a breakfast meeting with the representatives from OmniCorp at 8:00 AM, followed by a visit to the Thompson Foundation headquarters at 10:00 AM. At noon, you have a lunch appointment with Senator Harrison. In the afternoon..." she continued, rattling off a list of appointments that sounded incredibly important and utterly overwhelming.

The woman, whose name you now know as Ms. Davies, seems to be expecting you to know all of this. She pauses mid-sentence, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Her eyes, a striking emerald green, studied you with a hint of concern. She shifted her weight, the click of her heels echoing in the spacious room. "Is everything alright, Mr. Thompson?" she asked, her voice softening slightly. "You seem... different this morning." Of course you're different! You're in some billionaire's body!