Revenge (NSFW)

 

Grace was confused as she sat on the floor, blindfolded. She had come to the address written in the letter she’d received, hoping to find out what had happened to her friends. She hadn’t seen them in ages.

Then she heard footsteps — the sharp click of heels on a wooden floor — and suddenly the blindfold was lifted. Standing before her were her three old school friends: Abigail to the left of the chair, Lucy sitting in it, and Kelly on the right. Grace blinked in confusion.

“Abigail? Lucy? Kelly? What’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?” she asked, but the three women only smiled at her bewildered expression.

Lucy’s body spoke — but though it sounded like Lucy, there was something off about her tone.

“The famous Grace. Mrs. Popular. The girl who made our lives a misery.”

Grace frowned. These were her best friends — they had always been best friends.

“What are you talking about, Lucy?” she asked, confused.

“Cast your mind back to school,” Lucy’s voice continued. “Remember Tony, Frank, Gavin, and Peter?”

Grace nodded. “Yeah, those losers we went to school with. I saw one of them last week, standing across the road staring at me. Little creep.”

Lucy’s body smiled — and then Peter walked through the door, followed by Tony, Frank, and Gavin. But something was wrong. They were crying, or looked like they had been.

When they saw Grace, they shouted for her to run — but she couldn’t move. Panic rose in her chest. Then Gavin’s body spoke:

“They stole our bodies, Grace! They said this is their revenge for how we treated them. I’m so sorry!”

Grace froze, staring between the women — her friends — and the men who now wept inside unfamiliar shells. It couldn’t be true.

Peter opened a box and pulled out something that looked like a homemade VR headset, wires snaking from its sides. He grinned as he slipped it over his eyes, then approached her, laughing.

“I wanted to swap with you, Grace,” he said. “You were the worst of them all.”

Grace heard her friends crying — their voices coming from the wrong bodies — while the women’s bodies laughed cruelly. The headset slid over her face. She felt a pulse of electricity shoot through her, and then everything went dark.

A voice — her own voice — said, “Hey, nerd!”

Grace gasped. Her own body stood in front of her, smirking, waving mockingly. She looked down — the sight made her stomach drop. She was in Peter’s chubby, sweaty body.

The four men stood triumphant in the bodies of the women who had tormented them. The four women stood helpless — trapped in the bodies of the men they had once treated so cruelly.