A spin-off of my previous story, Raj's Break.
After three straight years of grinding in NYC, Pedro and I had finally done it. We bought tickets for a real vacation. Pedro had found the deal on some sketchy travel site, but the photos looked insane: turquoise beach, infinity pools, palm trees swaying. We didn’t ask too many questions, but maybe we should’ve.
“Finally,” I said, stepping out of the transport bus and stretching. “No spreadsheets for seven whole days.” Pedro grinned beside me as he hauled our suitcases from the trunk.
The lobby was even better than the pictures—white marble, soft blue accents, and the faint smell of coconut sunscreen and expensive rum. We were pinching ourselves about how cheap the package had been for such a nice place when the cheerful front desk attendant slid our keycards over with a bright smile.
“Welcome to Azure Sands! Just a heads-up—your orientation starts in twenty minutes at the Sapphire Lounge.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Orientation?”
“Oh, it’s our signature Body Harmony Experience!” she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Everyone swaps bodies for the duration of their stay. Temporary, of course… unless you don’t want it to be.” She winked like she was sharing a fun secret.
Pedro and I exchanged a look. My stomach did a little flip.
By the time we made it to the Sapphire Lounge, the place was buzzing. The staff explained the process: random pairing unless you requested to swap with someone you came with. Most people seemed excited. A few looked nervous. I scanned the room and immediately spotted way too many creepy older guys eyeing the crowd like it was a buffet.
I leaned over to Pedro and whispered urgently, “No way am I risking some random dude in my body. Please, can we just swap with each other? I trust you.”
Pedro hesitated, his eyes drifting across the room to a group of ridiculously sculpted guys laughing near the bar. True Adonises—broad shoulders, sharp jawlines. Honestly they were all his wet dream. For a second I thought he was going to say no.
“Come on, Pedro,” I begged, grabbing his arm. “I do not want to spend a week wondering if some stranger is jerking off with my clit or whatever. Please?”
He sighed dramatically, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Fine. But I’m filing a formal complaint that I’m missing out on prime vacation dick potential.”
We told the staff we wanted to swap with each other.
That evening, after a welcome dinner that was way too fancy for the price we paid, they walked us through the final details in a smaller group session.
“The swap activates at dawn,” the coordinator explained. “It’s completely reversible at checkout… provided no vaginal or anal intercourse occurs between the swapped individuals and their original bodies.”
Pedro and I made almost identical faces of mild disgust at each other.
“Yeah, hard pass,” I muttered. He glared at me before we both broke out into a bit of laughter.
Then, as if to just fuck with me, he quickly raised his hand and asked, “Can we still fuck other people at the resort?”
I slapped his arm as the coordinator calmly and professionally responded, “Yes, having sex with any other guests will still allow you to swap back at the end of your stay.”
Later that night we sat on the balcony of our villa, feet up, sipping something sweet and strong while the ocean whispered below us.
“Still can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said, staring at the stars. “Seven days in someone else’s body. Your body.”
Pedro smirked, swirling his drink. “Hey, you’re getting the upgrade. This ass has been doing squats religiously. You’re welcome.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Just promise me you won’t do anything too embarrassing in my body.”
“Same goes for you, bestie.”
We clinked glasses, both of us pretending the whole thing felt completely normal. But as I lay in bed later, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, a tiny flutter of nerves settled in my stomach. Tomorrow morning I’d wake up as Pedro. Short brown hair. A mustache and some scruff. Some tattoos. And a cock.
I pushed the thought down, rolled over, and tried to sleep.
Two days later, the swap already felt… normal. Weirdly normal.
Pedro’s lean, athletic build moved easily. The way people looked at me now was different too—more direct, more appraising. I kind of liked it.
Pedro, meanwhile, had practically sprinted off to sign up for every free excursion the resort offered. Snorkeling, kayaking, some jungle hike that sounded miserable in the heat. “I’m living my best gay life in your hot little body,” he’d texted me this morning, along with a selfie of my face smiling way too brightly on a catamaran. “Don’t wait up.”
So I stayed behind. Beach chair, sunscreen, endless piña coladas, and zero plans. Pure vacation mode.
I was stretched out on a lounger by the infinity pool when he approached.
“Hey, mind if I take the chair next to you?”
I looked up, shielding my eyes from the sun. The guy standing there was stupidly good-looking. Tan skin that glowed under the Caribbean light, dark hair still damp from the pool, and a mustache that was just a little longer and thicker than the short beard framing his jaw. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down the center of his chest and over abs. His biceps flexed naturally as he set his towel down—really nice biceps.
“Sure,” I said, sitting up a little. “Plenty of room.”
He dropped into the chair with an easy grin, that big, bright smile flashing white against his tan. “Thanks, man. I’m Aidan.”
For the first time out loud, I introduced myself as someone else.
“Pedro,” I said, testing the name on my tongue. It felt strange, but not bad. “Nice to meet you.”
We chatted for a while. Aidan had this effortless bro energy that made everything feel easy. He laughed loud and often. As he relaxed in the lounge chair, he draped one thick arm behind his head, causing his bicep to flex and pop under his tan skin.
At first, I thought he was completely straight. His voice was deep and relaxed, the kind of guy who probably played pickup basketball on weekends and talked shit with his buddies. He kept the conversation light — complaining about the overpriced drinks, joking about the resort’s cheesy “harmony activities,” and asking if I’d tried the jet skis yet.
But then I caught the glances.
While I was mid-sentence about the ridiculous infinity pool and looking off into the distance, I could feel his eyes flick down to my waist, lingering on the sharp cuts of Pedro’s obliques. A second later I turned my gaze back to him and they snapped back up to my face, innocent again. When I stretched my arms overhead to crack my back, his eyes dropped to my chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of muscle before he quickly looked away.
Once I noticed, I couldn’t stop seeing it. And fuck, it sent a warm little thrill straight through me.
I started flirting back without even meaning to. Every time he cracked a joke, I leaned in closer, laughing low. When I reached for my drink, I flexed my arm just a little more than necessary. Pedro’s body responded instantly — heat pooling low in my stomach, my pulse picking up.
Aidan’s smile grew wider, slower, more interested.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
“So…” I said, swirling the last of my piña colada, “what’s your real body like? You know… before all this.”
“So… what’s your real body like?” I asked, taking a slow sip of my drink. “You know, before.”
Aidan blinked, then gave me the most perfectly innocent look. “Oh no man, I actually didn’t have to swap. The guy they matched me with ended up having to leave unexpectedly. But I’m not mad about it, the whole thing seems a bit too out there for me.”
He said it so smoothly. But there was this tiny, cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Alright, well… my original name’s Luna, actually,” I said, watching his reaction. “This is my best friend Pedro’s body.”
Aidan’s eyebrows lifted, and that big, beautiful smile spread across his face again, slower this time.
“No shit? A gender swap too?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving me a much more obvious once-over now that the cards were on the table. “I haven’t met anyone yet that’s done that. How’s it feeling? Being in a guy’s body?”
I shrugged, feeling a little heat rise in my cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. “Weird at first. But I’m getting used to it. Pedro seems to like it more, he’s probably flirting with half the resort on some boat tour right now.”
Aidan laughed, low and warm. He leaned back to stretch and lifted his arms up flexing them slightly before reaching over and gently rubbing his shoulder. He pretended not to realize I was admiring his physique.
Then, his gaze lingered again—this time openly—tracing the lines of Pedro’s torso, the light definition in my arms and chest. “Gotta say… you wear it well, Pedro. Really well.”
I smirked, flexing one arm just enough for the bicep to tighten.
We let the silence linger for a moment and then laid back down in our chairs.
That night, while Pedro snored softly on the other side of the room, I slipped out of bed. My heart was hammering in Pedro’s chest as I pulled on a pair of loose shorts and padded barefoot down the moonlit path toward Aidan’s room. He’d mentioned his room number earlier, all casual, like it was no big deal. I told myself I was just going to talk. Maybe have another drink. But we both knew that was bullshit.
He opened the door shirtless, that light dusting of hair across his chest catching the low light, and gave me that big, beautiful smile. “I was hoping you’d drop by.”
We didn’t waste much time on small talk.
The second the door clicked shut, Aidan pulled me in, his hands sure and confident on my waist. His mouth found mine—warm, tasting faintly of rum—and I let myself melt into it. Pedro’s body responded fast, heat pooling low in my stomach as Aidan’s fingers traced down my sides, mapping every new inch of me like he had all the time in the world.
He was slow about it. Deliberate. The kind of dominance that came from years and years and years of experience. He laid me back on the bed, kissing down my neck, my chest, his mustache brushing softly against my skin. His hands ran along every curve of muscle, slow and attentive, like he was savoring the body he was in just as much as the one he was fucking.
When he finally pushed inside me—his thick cock sliding into my tight hole—I gasped, back arching off the sheets. Aidan let out a low, amused chuckle, deep in his throat, like he couldn’t quite believe how good it felt.
“Fuck… so tight,” he murmured, staying perfectly still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips that made my toes curl. He was in no rush. Every thrust was controlled, experienced, hitting just the right angle while his hands kept exploring, stroking my chest, my arms, my cock with lazy confidence.
It reminded me of one night in Miami I’d spent with some 46-year-old model—same attentive patience, same way of making every touch feel intentional. But this was better. Hotter. Maybe because it was happening in Pedro’s body, with this gorgeous guy who kept looking at me like I was the best thing he’d seen all week.
In the middle of it, as his rhythm stayed steady and deep, Aidan’s breathing got rougher. His voice dropped into these low, filthy grunts right against my ear.
“God… haven’t felt this good in forever,” he groaned, hips snapping a little harder. “So fucking tight… so good…”
Then, he moaned his own name softly. “Aidan… fuck, Aidan… fuckkkk”
Then, a bit louder, almost reverent: “Aidan… thank you, Aidan… for letting me have this.”
My brain was too fogged with pleasure to fully process it at first. But then he pulled back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark and gleaming. Realization flickered across his face.
Instead of stopping or apologizing, he just smirked. That cheeky little grin from the pool earlier, only darker now. Hungrier. He started thrusting faster, one hand wrapping around my cock and stroking in time with his hips.
“Yeah… that’s right,” he growled, voice thick. “This body’s mine now. Forever.”
We both came hard—me first, spilling over his fist with a choked groan, then him a few deep thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside me. The room spun for a minute, nothing but heavy breathing and the distant crash of waves outside.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on our skin. I turned my head to look at him, still catching my breath.
“So… I’ll ask again. Who are you?” I asked quietly.
Aidan propped himself up on one elbow, that same small smirk playing on his lips. “My nephew and I came here together.” He said, gesturing to himself. “And within an hour of the swap, we made it permanent.”
I blinked. “Why would you do that?”
He gestured again lazily at his body—tan skin, curly hair, those perfect biceps and the light trail of hair down his abs. “Wouldn’t you?”
I let out a short laugh. “Let me reframe. Why would he do that? What did you look like before?”
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, scrolled for a second, then turned the screen toward me. The photo showed a guy in his late 40s—still handsome, salt-and-pepper stubble, decent build, the kind of “cool uncle” vibe.
He looked good for his age. Really good. At least if the pictures he was showing me were recent. But still, nowhere near the level of the twenty-five-year-old Adonis currently lying next to me.
“I was the cool, muscular bachelor uncle,” he explained with a shrug, voice still lazy and satisfied. “Guess it was more idolization than anything.”
I looked at him pensively, he shifted.
“My nephew always looked up to me,” he continued. “I figured I’d invite him on a nice trip just the two of us, pretend I didn’t know about the whole Body Harmony thing, convince him it’d be a cool bonding thing to swap, I’d get a week of this—” he ran a hand down his own chest, flexing slightly, “— have some fun, then swap back.”
He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling smirking to himself.
“But then he agreed so fast. Surprised the hell out of me,” he said. “And I knew how horny my body was just from the anticipation of swapping with him and not having jerked off in a few days… so when I started sucking his cock that morning, he didn’t want to stop… And when I lined my new ass up over my old big uncut cock…” He turned to look at me, “well he wanted to cum so bad that I didn’t really have to do any convincing.”
The way fingers kept tracing lazy circles on my hip told me he wasn’t exactly broken up about it.
“And so I didn’t think it was worth telling you because, well, it doesn’t really matter now,” he added, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. “For all intents and purposes, I really am Aidan.”
I slipped out of Aidan’s villa sometime after 3 a.m., the warm night air cooling the sweat on my skin as I walked back along the torch-lit path. My legs still felt a little shaky in the best way. When I eased open the door to our room, Pedro was still dead asleep, curled up on his bed with my long hair fanned across the pillow, breathing slow and even. I slid back into bed carefully. Pedro didn’t even stir.
The next few days blurred into a lazy, sun-drenched rhythm that felt dangerously good.
Aidan and I kept finding each other. We had way more in common than I expected—same dry sense of humor, same taste in music, same low-key hatred for overly touristy bullshit. He asked me endless questions about New York, leaning in close on our loungers with that big, easy smile. Turns out the real Aidan—his nephew—had moved to the city just a few months ago. The new Aidan would be heading back to that apartment soon and knew almost nothing about actually living there.
“So… best cheap sushi spot in the West Village?” he’d ask, tracing idle patterns on my arm with his fingers. “And where do people actually go running without getting hit by cabs?”
I gave him all the tips I could—hidden bagel spots, which subway lines sucked the least, the best rooftop bars that weren’t completely overrun.
We did one of the excursions together—jet skiing out on the turquoise water. The engine roared under us as he drove, my arms wrapped tight around his waist from behind, my chest pressed to his back. Every time we hit a wave and bounced, he’d laugh as I grabbed him tighter. When we stopped in a quiet cove to float for a while, he pulled me in for a slow, salty kiss. We barely made it back to shore without getting ourselves in trouble.
The rest of the time we just relaxed. Long hours by the pool or on the beach, tanning side by side, talking about everything and nothing. And whenever the mood struck—and it struck often—we’d sneak off to some secluded spot: behind a cluster of palm trees, an empty cabana at the far end of the resort, once even a quiet corner of the beach after dark. He’d fuck me slow and deep again, that experienced, patient dominance making my brain melt every single time. His hands always seemed to know exactly where to touch, how hard to grip Pedro’s hips, how to stroke my cock until I was biting back moans.
One afternoon, while we were tangled up in a shaded lounger, he ran his fingers over the tattoos on my—Pedro’s—arm and murmured, “Fuck, I love these tattoos on you…”
He caught himself almost immediately, blinking like he’d said something dumb, because they weren’t actually mine. I laughed softly, still catching my breath.
“Actually… I’m the one who picked out most of these,” I told him, tracing one of the lines on my own bicep. “Pedro came to me for advice on pretty much all of them. The haircut too. And half his clothes. He really does listen to me about that stuff.”
Aidan’s smirk softened into something warmer. “Makes sense. You’ve got good taste.” His hand slid lower, squeezing my thigh possessively. “Clearly.”
I thought about it more later, lying there while Aidan dozed beside me. I really had shaped a lot of how Pedro presented himself. He trusted my eye for that kind of thing. It felt strangely intimate now—seeing those choices from this perspective.
I only really saw Pedro at dinners. He’d show up flushed and buzzing from whatever random adventure he’d dragged my body into that day—parasailing, some rum tasting tour, a dance class that apparently involved way too much hip movement. He looked happy as hell in my skin, laughing loud, gesturing with my hands, flirting shamelessly with anyone who caught his eye. We’d catch up over cocktails and fancy seafood, swapping quick stories, but he was always itching to run off again afterward.
“Best week ever, Luna,” he’d say with my face, clinking his glass against mine. “Don’t wait up.”
On the fifth day, Pedro cornered me at dinner looking equal parts excited and sheepish. We were halfway through some fancy grilled fish dish when he leaned in, my own face flushed and eyes bright.
“Okay, so… I met a guy,” he said, biting his lip in that way I usually did when I was nervous. “And holy shit, Luna, he’s super into me. Like, really into me. I’m so fucking horny right now I can barely think straight. Would it be okay if… you know… he fucked me? In your body?”
I had to press my lips together hard to keep from laughing out loud. If only he knew. I was literally sitting there full of Aidan’s cum from earlier that afternoon—it was slowly leaking out of me into my borrowed shorts.
Instead, I kept my face perfectly chill, shrugging one of Pedro’s shoulders like it was no big deal.
“Yeah, of course,” I said, taking a casual sip of my rum punch. “Go for it. Have fun.”
Pedro’s eyes lit up—my eyes, technically—and he grinned wide. “You’re the best. I’ll tell you everything later.”
He practically bounced off after dinner. A couple hours later he came back to the villa glowing, hair messy, cheeks pink, walking a little funny in my body.
“Oh my god, Luna,” he whispered as he flopped onto the bed beside me. “That guy is the hottest person here. Tall, built like a Greek god, cock like… fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it. He fucked me so good. Bent me over the balcony, then on the bed, then in the shower. I came twice. He kept calling me pretty and telling me how tight I was. Your body? Absolute MVP. Props to you for keeping it in such good shape.”
I just smirked, feeling a weird mix of pride and amusement. I’d seen the guy he was talking about around the resort—he definitely was objectively the hottest one at the resort. Pedro had done well. And yeah… props to my body, I guess.
A day before the end of the trip, Aidan and I were tangled together in a big woven hammock strung between two palm trees, swaying gently in the breeze. The sun was low, painting everything golden. My head rested on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around my waist while his fingers idly traced patterns on my skin.
“We gotta make plans to meet up once we’re back in the city,” I murmured, running my hand over the light hair on his abs. “I’ll show you all the spots I told you about.”
Aidan smiled, that big beautiful grin flashing as he looked down at me. “I’m excited to be there. But I’d be way more excited if I had a boyfriend waiting for me.”
I chuckled softly. “With a body like that? You’re not gonna have any trouble finding one.”
He shifted a little, pulling me closer so our bodies pressed together in the hammock. His voice dropped lower, warm and serious. “It won’t be a problem at all… if you agree to be my boyfriend.”
I froze for a second, then laughed, pushing up on one elbow to look at him. “I can’t. This isn’t even my body, Aidan. Maybe the real Pedro would be interested though—”
He cut me off gently, his fingers deliberately tracing the tattoos along my arm—the ones I’d helped Pedro pick out years ago. “You are the real Pedro now,” he said, voice low and confident, thumb brushing over the ink like he was claiming it. “As far as I’m concerned, this is you.”
My stomach did a slow flip. I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how good his hand felt on Pedro’s skin.
“…Is there any chance you’re bi?” I asked quietly.
Aidan gave a soft laugh and shook his head, that cheeky little smirk returning. “Not even a little bit…. Guess we’ll just have to enjoy the time while we have it,” his voice dropping from low to a whisper. “Drop by my room around 9 tonight, and I’ll make sure we leave this on a good note.” he said, before standing up and flashing me a cheeky grin and walking off. I hung back and decided to watch the sunset by myself.
That night, my phone buzzed as I was scrolling through my feed. It was from Aidan.
Aidan: “You coming over?”
Aidan: “Want to spend at least one full night sharing a bed with you before we leave.”
I stared at the text for a second, a little thrill running through me. Pedro was sprawled on this bed in my body, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I’m gonna spend the night with a guy I met. That cool?”
Pedro looked up, my eyebrows shooting up in exaggerated surprise, then he burst out laughing. “Holy shit, finally! Good for you, Luna. Go get some. I’m heading to the bar anyway. Try to find some dick for myself before we leave.”
When I got to Aidan’s room, I knocked but there was no answer. I turned the handle and the door was unlocked, but the place was empty. The lights were on low, the balcony doors open to the ocean breeze, but no sign of him. I wandered around for a minute, heart beating a little faster than it should. The bed was neatly made, his suitcase half-packed in the corner. I snooped a bit—nothing weird, just normal vacation stuff—until I stepped into the bathroom and spotted it on the counter: a blister pack of Viagra with one pill punched out.
I raised an eyebrow. Interesting.
I sent him a quick text telling him I was in his room and asking him where he was.
Aidan: “Stay there. I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.”
I shrugged and kicked off my shoes, settling onto the edge of the bed to wait. Ten minutes turned into fifteen. Then twenty. At the twenty-seven-minute mark, I was starting to wonder if he’d gotten distracted when the door finally clicked open.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, when the door opened.
Aidan walked in first, that familiar big smile on his face. Right behind him was Pedro—in my body—laughing at something Aidan had just said. My own long hair was a little messy, my sundress riding up slightly on my thighs.
Pedro froze the second he saw me. His eyes went wide.
“Wait… that’s my body,” he said, pointing straight at me, voice pitching up in surprise.
I blinked hard, genuinely shocked. I played it cool though, keeping my expression surprised and trying not to let on what started to race through my mind of what Aidan was trying to do here.
“Uh… yeah. Small resort, I guess.” I responded.
Aidan acted like he had zero idea we knew each other, raising his hands innocently. “Whoa, you two know each other? Shit, I didn’t realize.” He flashed me a knowing glance. “This could be fun, though, right? No pressure.”
Pedro—in my body—shifted uncomfortably, crossing my arms over my chest.“I don’t know, man… I don’t want the swap to become permanent or anything.”
But I could read the look on his face: Pedro really really wanted to get some tonight and he was really into Aidan.
Aidan stepped closer, grabbing Pedro’s waist, voice smooth and reassuring. “Ahhhh… if that’s what you’re worried about baby, don’t be. It’s only permanent if he cums in your pussy.”
Pedro still looked hesitant, biting my lower lip the way he sometimes did. But Aidan didn’t give him time to overthink it.
“I’ll keep that pussy all to myself then,” he said in a low husky voice as he suavely dipped his hand under the dress and underwear and started to gently rub his clit. Pedro made a soft surprised noise but didn’t pull away.
Aidan gently leaned him back onto the bed, kissing him harder. As he did, Aidan glanced over at me quickly and winked—quick, dirty, and full of mischief.
I moved in, heart racing, and started making out with Pedro while Aidan kept working on him. It felt so fucking weird—kissing my own mouth, tasting the familiar lip gloss I usually wore, feeling my own soft lips move against mine.
And Aidan was good at faking it. Really good. He’d told me flat-out he wasn’t even a little bi, but the way he kissed and touched Pedro in my body looked completely convincing—hungry, experienced, completely in control. I was actually a bit unnerved.
Before long, Aidan had flipped Pedro onto all fours. He pushed the sundress up over his hips, pulled his panties aside, and slid into his pussy from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. Pedro moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. Aidan started fucking him doggy style—slow and steady at first, that same experienced dominance I’d grown addicted to over the week.
Then Aidan looked over at me, voice low and rough. “Come here. Let him suck you off.”
I moved around to the front. Pedro hesitated for half a second, then leaned in and took my cock—his old cock—into his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, tongue working the underside, sucking with just the right pressure. I got rock hard almost instantly, groaning as I threaded my fingers through my own long hair.
Aidan and I leaned in over Pedro’s back and started kissing each other deeply while he kept sucking me. The whole thing felt filthy and surreal—my best friend blowing me in my own body while the guy who’d been railing me all week fucked her from behind.
I started getting close way too fast. Aidan noticed immediately. He reached forward, gently but firmly pulled Pedro’s mouth off my cock, and pushed his face down into the pillows. Then he looked at me, eyes dark with heat, and motioned for me to come around behind.
Aidan pulled out of my old body completely, smooth and quick. Before Pedro could even register the sudden emptiness or turn his head, Aidan was already moving. He gripped my hips firmly from behind, guiding me forward with strong, experienced hands until the head of my cock—Pedro’s cock—was pressed right against the slick, warm entrance of my own pussy.
With one deliberate push on my waist, Aidan lined me up perfectly and shoved me forward.
I slid inside her—inside myself—in one smooth thrust.
The feeling was insane. Hot, tight, and wet in a way that made my brain short-circuit. Pedro (in my body) let out a shocked, muffled moan into the pillows as I bottomed out.
Aidan didn’t stop there. He took my right hand, wrapped it around the back of my old body’s head, and firmly pushed her face deeper into the pillows, arching her back even more for me.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and rough with approval. Pedro thought he was talking to him, but he said it looking directly at me.
I matched Aidan’s original thrusting pace—rhythmic, deep strokes that made my old body’s hips jolt forward with every push. Pedro was moaning loudly now, the sound vibrating against the pillow, his pussy clenching around me.
Aidan stepped back for a second, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and snapped a quick picture. Then he walked back over, pressed himself against my back, and whispered hot against my ear:
“I want to remember seeing my man take what’s his.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. He reached around me, hands sliding to gently rub and pinch my nipples while his lips found the back of my neck, kissing and sucking softly as I kept thrusting harder into my old body.
Pedro’s moans grew louder, more desperate, muffled by the pillow.
Aidan’s voice dropped even lower, right against my skin. “Now do it, Pedro. Fill her up.”
I came harder than I had the entire trip—my biggest load yet—burying myself deep as my cock pulsed and spilled inside my old pussy. Wave after wave of it, hips jerking involuntarily while Aidan kept kissing my neck and teasing my nipples, holding me through every shudder.
The room spun for a long moment, nothing but heavy breathing and the distant sound of waves outside.
A few months later, the city was deep into fall. I was sprawled on Aidan’s massive sectional in his Upper West Side apartment, legs kicked up on the coffee table while he cooked something that smelled ridiculously good in the kitchen. This place till felt too nice to be real—its amazing what Aidan’s finance salary and no student loans could get him.
My phone buzzed. Another text from “Luna.”
Luna: “This fucking guy ghosted me after three dates. Thought he was different. Whatever. At least the sex was good while it lasted.”
I snorted softly and didn’t reply right away. She was still pissed. Every other message was some variation of complaint about how unfair life was now, how she missed her old body, how she hated having to relearn everything. I’d tried telling her once that she’d actually won out—she made more money in my old job, lived in a nicer apartment now, and was getting regularly fucked by the exact kind of tall, masc, Equinox jock types she used to pine after but could never pull. She’d usually just sent back a middle finger emoji.
Deep down, I was pretty sure she knew it too. She just liked complaining—girls like her were just a bit delusional about shit like that.
Aidan wiped his hands on a dish towel and grinned at me. “Showtime.”
When the door opened, in walked his “uncle” — late forties, salt-and-pepper stubble, still decently built in a navy button-down. Right behind him was his boyfriend Matt, about thirty, clean-cut with an easy smile.
“Uncle Tony! Matt, nice to meet you finally! Come on in,” Aidan said warmly, pulling them both into quick hugs. He turned and gestured to me. “This is my boyfriend Pedro, by the way. Pedro, meet my uncle Tony and his boyfriend Matt.”
“Nice to meet you” I said, standing up to shake their hands. “Tony, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Likewise, kid.” He said, with an expression a bit difficult to read.
We chatted for a while in they entryway before we settled into the living room. Aidan stood at the open concept kitchen island, making us drinks and sliding effortlessly into polite-boyfriend mode.
“I’m really happy you two got together,” he told Matt, voice warm and genuine. “Uncle’s been single for so long — it’s awesome to see him finally settling down.”
Matt laughed, clearly charmed. “He’s been spoiling me rotten.”
“That sounds exactly like him,” Aidan said with a grin. “He deserves someone who appreciates him.”
I caught the way Uncle Tony’s jaw tightened just slightly as he forced a smile. His eyes flicked over to me — taking in the tattoos on my arms, the way I filled out the fitted shirt, the casual way I was lounging on what used to be his couch. I hate to admit it, but his jealousy felt good.
Aidan handed us all each a cocktail as Matt glanced around the sleek apartment, taking it all in. “So how long have you two been together?” He asked.
“A few months now,” Aidan answered easily, settling in next to me on the couch and sliding an arm around my waist. “We actually met on a trip Uncle Tony treated me to down in the Caribbean, right before he met you.”
Matt whistled. “Lucky nephew. Most uncles just send a birthday card every year.”
Uncle Tony gave a tight smile, looking out at the river view beyond the windows. “Yeah… figured the kid deserved a nice trip before he started grinding in the city.”
Aidan kept laying it on, completely deadpan. “Honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a better uncle.”
Matt beamed, totally buying the sweet, supportive nephew act. But the rest of us could feel the cockiness simmering under Aidan’s polite tone.
Uncle Tony’s gaze lingered a beat too long on Aidan — on the tan skin, the light dusting of chest hair at the open collar of his shirt, the easy confidence in every movement. For a second raw jealousy flashed across his face before he buried it. He knew there was nothing he could do.
Aidan kissed the side of my head, casual and possessive, his hand resting low on my hip where his favorite tattoos disappeared under my waistband.
After a night of drinking and laughing, Tony and Matt finally left the apartment. The moment the door clicked shut and the living room fell quiet, Aidan turned to me, still wearing that perfect, polite nephew smile he’d kept up all evening.
“Your uncle so wished he never swapped with you,” I said as he settled back in with me on the couch.
Aidan stared back at me for a second, then let out a light laugh, the kind that said I was being ridiculous. “What are you talking about, babe?” he replied, still in that same warm, innocent tone.
His grin slowly widened, dark and knowing. We both understood. We weren’t ever acknowledging the swap again. This was our reality now — me as Pedro, him as Aidan — forever.
Without another word, he pulled me in hard for a deep, hungry kiss, his hands already sliding under my shirt as we stumbled toward the bedroom, ready to fuck like the couple we had become.
Who had the hotter swap?
Pedro (formerly Luna)
Aidan (formerly Uncle Tony)
Voting ended onApr 1
