What a week Lucy had while holidaying on Swap Island. She was overjoyed to find herself in the beautiful, youthful body of Maria, and she hadn’t wasted a moment. Each day was packed with things she thought she’d never do again—running along the beach with the wind in her hair, hiking up the island’s lush green trails, then diving into the sea with boundless energy still to spare. Since the accident, her old body had kept her from so much. Now, it was as if she’d been given a second chance.
The yoga class had been especially magical—stretching, bending, and moving with a fluid grace she’d almost forgotten was possible.
Even the simplest pleasures felt extraordinary. Strolling down the high street, she tried on dresses and outfits that once would have seemed out of reach. She caught herself laughing, blushing, even flirting with the other Swap Island guests. By nightfall, she was out dancing and partying with them, relishing every heartbeat of this new life.
Now, it was the morning of her last day. Lucy stood on her balcony after a refreshing shower, coffee warming her hands. The ocean glittered in the distance, the island alive with possibility. Yet one thought weighed on her. There was still something she longed to do—something she hadn’t dared in years. She wasn’t sure if it was the right thing, but as she sipped her coffee and breathed in the salt air, she decided: this was her last day, and she wasn’t going to waste it. Today would be hers, entirely, and it would be fun maybe find a guy and have some fun.