Three Days in Her Body

 

Britney (centre) was playful, quirky, and endlessly curious — the kind of woman who always wanted to try something new. Her latest idea? To spend a few days living her best friend Francesca’s life.

Francesca, polished and professional, was Britney’s opposite in many ways. Though she had agreed to the swap, she was cautious, already sensing that living in someone else’s skin would be far stranger than she could imagine.

Britney’s boyfriend, Curtis, wasn’t thrilled. He was protective by nature and found the whole body-swapping experiment unnerving. But after Britney’s enthusiastic persuasion, he reluctantly agreed to let her try it.

They waited on the balcony while the mysterious woman who would perform the ritual set up her materials inside. Curtis tried one last time to talk Britney out of it, but she brushed him off with her usual confidence. She trusted Francesca completely.

When the woman announced she was ready, Britney kissed her boyfriend goodbye and joined Francesca inside.

A few minutes later, Britney’s body walked back out — but Francesca was the one inside it. Her movements were cautious and uncertain, adjusting to the unfamiliar weight and rhythm of her new form. Curtis instinctively stepped toward her, ready to greet his girlfriend, before remembering — Britney wasn’t Britney right now.

Everything felt strange to Francesca: the way her voice sounded, the way her hair brushed her shoulders, the way her hips moved. And then behind her came a bright, excited laugh.

“What do you think, babe?” said Britney — now wearing Francesca’s body — spinning around with giddy delight. Curtis froze, looking deeply uncomfortable as she ran to him and kissed him.

“Stop,” he said sharply, pulling away. “This just… doesn’t feel right.”

Britney pouted, confused but still buzzing with energy. Francesca, meanwhile, glanced down at Britney’s painted toes and thought absently, Interesting color choice. She looked up just as her own body — now hosting Britney — struck a playful pose.

“This is wild!” Britney grinned, her bubbly personality radiating from Francesca’s composed exterior.

Francesca folded her arms, watching her own body touch itself curiously, tracing her curves and hair. A flicker of regret crossed her borrowed face. What have I agreed to? she wondered.

They had three days to live in each other’s bodies. And already, Francesca wasn’t sure how she’d make it through the first.