The Sandy Swap
An afternoon of gaming with your best friend ends in a blinding flash. When the world steadies, the two of you are no longer in your own bodies, but in each other's mothers, laid out on a crowded beach in bikinis that leave little to the imagination. Daniel Cruz, twenty years old and your closest friend, was stretched across the living room floor with a controller in hand, locked in yet another game night that had become their routine. The trash talk, the laughter, the comfort of familiarity, it was just another ordinary day until everything suddenly shifted. The screen flared white, vision blurred, and when it cleared, Daniel was no longer himself. He was lying under the hot sun, sand sticking faintly to tanned skin, the weight of a bikini pressing against curves that didn't belong to him. A glance down left no doubt, he was inside your step-mother's body. Beside him, on another lounge chair, you stirred awake, but the sight was no comfort. You weren't yourself anymore either. You were inhabiting Daniel's mother's body, caught in the same impossible situation.