The Prank Didn't Go as Planned

– You know... I... I've been meaning to tell you that... – Scarlett spoke slowly, pausing as she twirled a silky strand of her chestnut hair around her finger, gazing into Jake's eyes with almost hypnotic tenderness.

Jake swallowed, not believing his ears. He stood frozen, like every muscle in his body had simultaneously refused to work. His knees were shaking, his hands clenched into sweaty fists, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through his chest. 'No way. Her? Saying this? To me?' – thoughts were swirling in his head like a raging whirlpool.

– I... I guess I'm being stupid... – Scarlett went on, taking a deep breath, as if trying to collect herself – but I can't keep this in any longer. I love you, Jake.

– Oh God… – Jake exhaled, his eyes turning glassy. – Scarlett… I… I do too! I've felt this for so long, I just… never believed it could actually happen. You're… you're so beautiful, so smart, and just…

He took a step toward her, as if in a trance. Scarlett, in that tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves and made her look even more irresistible, was perched on the sink, watching Jake, studying his face. Music from the ongoing party played faintly behind the bathroom door, along with distant voices. But Jake didn’t hear any of that anymore. He was in seventh heaven, because what he thought would never happen… just did. Scarlett herself – the Scarlett he'd dreamed of all his life, the one who’d never shown the slightest interest in him – had finally said it. He knew. He’d always known she was just hiding it from herself, that they were destined to be together, that sooner or later they would…

But he didn’t even get to finish that stream of thoughts, staring at her with wildly loving eyes, when she suddenly burst out laughing – loudly, way too loudly.

– You… you’re serious? – Scarlett didn’t even try to hold back her laughter, throwing her head back and wiping away tears of mirth. – God, Jake, that was… that was even better than I expected! Like some cheesy shit out of a chick flick!

Jake froze in place. The words that had just been burning in his chest now seemed to flare up even more – but in a totally different way. He blinked several times, not understanding what was happening.

– Scarlett?.. – he mumbled, feeling his heart clench – What… what are you talking about?

She suddenly straightened, and for a moment, a mocking seriousness flashed across her face – then another wave of laughter hit.

– Oh, buddy… You seriously didn’t recognize me? – Her voice changed sharply – it dropped, turned rougher, with something painfully familiar in it. – It’s me, Max.

– M… Max?! – Jake recoiled like he’d been punched. – W-what the hell are you talking about? What Max?! What kind of fucked-up joke is this?!

– No joke, Jake. – She crossed her legs, and the hem of her dress slid up higher, baring her round thighs. – Remember that night in the basement, when I told you I found some “crazy-ass device” on the black market for bio-interfaces? Yeah. I decided to give you a demo. By possessing Scarlett.

Jake blinked rapidly, like he hoped if he just kept at it, everything would vanish. Scarlett—no, now it was Max in Scarlett’s body—stood up from the sink, and then something truly unexpected happened.

The moment her feet touched the floor, she slipped and tumbled forward—but Jake, acting on pure instinct, caught her by the waist, stopping the fall. Scarlett’s breasts pressed against his chest, and from that touch, her—or rather, his—body shuddered. Their faces were just centimeters apart.

Max had the urge to crack a joke—something like “Whoa, straight out of a shitty rom-com,”—but the words got stuck in his throat. Instead, there was this strange warmth in his stomach. Like a flash of heat. Like a current. Like… arousal?

– Fuck… – she whispered, almost too softly. And then her eyes widened.

– Are you okay? – Jake whispered, looking straight into her eyes, still holding her. He was completely confused, but there was something… intimate in that closeness.

Max—in Scarlett’s body—tried to pull away, but her arms betrayed her. The body didn’t want to leave. Worse—her lips started to tremble. Her cheeks flared up like someone had thrown a bucket of burning coals at them.

– D-Don’t press up like that, – she muttered and immediately cursed herself in her mind. What the fuck… I’m not some chick, why the hell is my body…?

Her heart was racing like crazy. Her breasts—that ridiculously heavy, hypersensitive pair of tits—were pressed against Jake, and every inch of that tight dress was amplifying every damn sensation. She felt it: her nipples had hardened and were painfully pushing against the fabric. And it wasn’t from the cold—it was because of him.

– Shit… – she whispered again, this time more panicked – Jake, move back.

– Max, are you sure you're okay?.. – He pulled his hand away, but his eyes stayed locked—warm, attentive. And that’s when it all snapped.

– I don’t fucking know! – she burst out and suddenly grabbed him by the shirt, crashing her lips into his. Greedy. Way too greedy for it to be a joke or just part of some prank.

A few seconds—but it felt like forever. And then she pulled away, breathing heavily, like she’d just sprinted a hundred meters.

– What the fuck is this? – she whispered, not to him, but more to herself – This body… It… I… Your face, your smell, your touch—it reacts like I’m seriously… in love with you!

– Wait, are you saying… – Jake exhaled, starting to grasp it.

– I don’t want to say it! – Max, in Scarlett’s body, ran to the mirror, staring at her reflection, feeling like she was doing something she absolutely didn’t want to do. – But… I FUCKING LOVE YOU! It’s true! – the words flew out of Max’s mouth, and in the same second, he clamped a hand over his lips like he could shove the words back in.

Silence fell—thick, heavy. Jake stood frozen. A confession—just now. Scarlett—no, Max, but in Scarlett’s body—had said it again. And this time it didn’t sound like trolling, not like some prank, but something real. Max’s body in female form was trembling like a leaf. And those eyes… the same eyes Jake had dreamed for so long would one day look at him with love—were now staring at him with panic and despair.

– Goddamn it… thirty fucking minutes… – Max muttered, lurching forward. He tried to hold onto the sink, but the heel slipped sideways again. – Why the hell did she wear this shit?! – she squealed, falling once more—this time right onto her knees.

– Thirty minutes? What are you talking about? – Jake instinctively stepped forward and reached out his hand.

– Don’t touch me! – Max almost shrieked, but her hand still landed in his palm—thin, fragile, with a wrist so delicate it felt like porcelain. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her head to the side, took a breath through her nose, and said, almost physically feeling the need to get it out – In thirty minutes… the switch goes back.

– Switch?.. – Jake frowned. – You mean, you… go back to your body?

Max—Scarlett—nodded without lifting her eyes. Her fingers were still in his palm—and not just lying there. They were gripping. Clinging. As if something in her, in this new her, refused to let go.

– Yeah… – she forced out. – Timer. I set a thirty-minute timer. T-t-then the reversal. S-s-science bullshit, Jake. Only… – she raised her head, and in her eyes gleamed something that could’ve been tears or sweat. – Only fuck, for some reason I don’t want to go back. I want...

Her eyes dropped lower, between Jake’s legs, almost involuntarily.

Max slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. What she was about to say was already pulsing through her body—in the heat between her thighs, in the wild fire racing down her back, in the moans clawing to escape every time their eyes met again.

– I want... – she breathed, feeling the tremor roll along the inside of her thighs, the weight in her tits growing heavier, the fabric of her dress straining to contain the full, aching flesh begging to be freed. – …you.

Jake looked like he’d turned to stone. His eyes widened, but he didn’t back away. He didn’t say a word—he just tightened his grip on her fingers.

– I’m not supposed to say this, – Max, still with Scarlett’s voice, whispered almost hysterically. – I’m not supposed to want this! But… I do. I want you to hold me. I want you to...

She swallowed. Her voice dropped to a raspy whisper:

– I want you to do to me what I never wanted from anyone… until I became her and said this out loud. Fuck, Jake. I’m in her body. This was supposed to be a joke. But now I don’t just see you’re attractive—I feel it.

Jake stepped closer. His voice trembled:

– Max or Scarlett, a-are you sure that...

– NO! – she cut him off, gripping his shoulders. – I’m not sure about ANYTHING! Except one.

She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his.

– If you don’t kiss me right now... I’ll lose it. I’ll throw myself at you… And then...

Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lips were shaking.

– God, this is so fucking hard... – she was breathing heavily, clearly trying to resist, her scent overwhelming Jake who was already aroused as hell, until she finally locked eyes with him again and said loud and firm, grabbing his ass – Fuck later!