Relax Samantha

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything's fine with your body, don't worry," Craig said, settling comfortably into the soft bus seat, fiddling with the hem of his short Lakers t-shirt. On the other end of the line, Samantha, in his body, was breathing nervously, confused as to why Craig seemed so calm.

"Samantha, relax. We made a deal. While you're handling my body, I'll take care of yours. After all, you're not really into all that 'girly' stuff, right?" Craig smirked, glancing at his reflection in the mirror across from him.

Samantha let out a heavy sigh on the other end. "Craig, listen to me, you don’t understand the seriousness! This isn't just some joke. We don’t know how this happened or how long it's going to last! We need to—"

"Need to what?" Craig cut her off, openly mocking her. "Run around to doctors trying to find a solution? You've always been such a... worrywart. Just relax, Sam. It’s temporary. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy this." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable excitement beneath it.

"Craig, you have to understand this isn’t a game. We can't stay in these bodies forever, this is... this is..." Her voice trembled with panic.

"Well, maybe it's not so bad?" Craig chuckled softly, feeling how the short t-shirt barely covered his chest. He ran his hand over his thigh, sensing something new and thrilling. Samantha, in his body, clearly wasn’t sharing his carefree attitude. He could hear her breathing heavily, as if she couldn’t adjust to the fact that her body now belonged to someone else.

"Why are you so worried? You always complained about how hard it is to be a girl. Well, now I'll fix that for you—I'll show you how to enjoy this body," Craig closed his eyes blissfully, smirking. He lazily tugged at the strap of the t-shirt on his shoulder, feeling it settle softly on his new skin. Samantha's voice burst from the phone speaker again, but this time sharper, almost pleading: "Craig, what the hell? What do you mean?"

Craig allowed a grin to stretch across his face as he heard Samantha's trembling, panicked voice on the other end.

"I mean... well..." Craig paused for a moment, realizing the others were watching him. The girls on the bus, including the one sitting behind him with a magazine, had started exchanging glances, clearly overhearing his last words. He felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks, but he tried to mask it with a fake grin into the phone. "Just relax, Sam! Enjoy the chance to be... uh... yourself, and I'll... well, I'll learn to live differently. For example, I'll start with... with figuring out how to use makeup!" He burst out laughing, winking at the girl across from him, who giggled too, not quite sure what was happening.

"Craig, you're scaring me..." Samantha's voice was tense, almost threatening. But he ignored her concerns again, no longer taking her seriously.

"Come on," he muttered through a laugh, adjusting his t-shirt. "Nothing to worry about, Sam. I've got this under control. I'm just joking... kind of. You know me. Everything's gonna be fine, I promise!"