Leo was the nerd of the high school.
Not the invisible one. The one everyone knew… and no one wanted near them. The one who knew every reference from old anime by heart, who carried comics in his backpack and only spoke when someone asked him about video games. He wasn’t the only one with those tastes, but his social skills were so underdeveloped that he couldn’t hold a conversation for more than two minutes. People didn’t hate him. They simply didn’t hang out with him. He was “weird.” And being weird in that place was enough to stay alone.
Deep down it hurt. In a way he felt lesser. He had already given up on the possibility of having friends or a partner.
Every morning he watched how the others formed groups, laughed, touched each other’s shoulders, invited each other out. He stayed at his desk or walked alone through the hallways. The only constant attention he received came from Damián, the class bully. It wasn’t open violence. It was worse: daily comments, subtle pushes, mockery that made the rest laugh and then ignore him even more. But he never reported it, because that contact was the only thing that made him feel like he was part of the group, and being a nearly daily dynamic in his lonely mind, it was the closest thing he had to a friend.
Meanwhile, Cloe was everything Leo was not.
Ridiculously social. Always surrounded by people, always invited, always in the center. She smiled easily, talked to everyone, and seemed to have the world at her feet. Watching her produced in Leo a feeling of envy and fascination. “What must it feel like to be that popular?” was a recurring question.
That night Leo was in his room reflecting on his situation, looking out the window. The sky was clear, revealing the stars and constellations he liked to watch, and then a shooting star crossed quickly.
He thought about Cloe. About how easy everything seemed for her. About how much he would like people to look at him the way they looked at her.
“I wish I was like Cloe…” he whispered.
The voice arrived clear, inside his head:
“Wish granted.”
Leo got scared. He stayed still for several seconds and then looked around. He found no one. He ran a hand over his face and thought he was just tired, so he went to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, the ceiling he saw was not his own.
The room was different. Bigger. It smelled of sweet perfume and sweat. His mind was numb, as if he had slept too deeply. Then he felt a large, hot hand caressing his side… and rising until it rested on something soft, heavy and extremely sensitive that shouldn’t be there.
Leo opened his eyes with a start.
He turned his head.
Damián was lying next to him, naked, with his eyes still closed and a lazy smile. The same face that humiliated him every day at school was now just centimeters from his own.
His heart raced.
With trembling fingers he pulled the sheets aside.
What he saw left him breathless.
It wasn’t his flat chest. They were two round, firm breasts, with the nipples already hard from the touch of Damián’s hand. The belly was soft and curved. And between the legs… nothing of what he knew. Only a pink, wet opening that was still dripping a little.
That was not his body.
It was Cloe’s.
He tried to sit up with a jump. The movement was clumsy, unfamiliar. The sheets slid completely off and the cold of the room hit his naked skin. Damián growled, opened his eyes and smiled lazily when he saw her awake.
“Good morning, little slut…”
His cock was already hard. Thick. Bigger than anything Leo had ever seen in his own life. He stared at it, paralyzed, unable to form a single word.
Damián interpreted the silence as an invitation.
He leaned in and stole a morning kiss, deep and possessive. Leo’s tongue (now Cloe’s) responded on its own. The simple contact sent a brutal shiver through his entire body. It was ridiculously sensitive. Every brush of lips, every brush of chest against chest, stole his ability to think.
When Damián pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire.
“Ready for round 2,” he said in a hoarse voice. “This time I’m going to give it to you harder.”
He positioned himself between his legs, spread his thighs with his hands and pushed.
Leo wanted to scream. Wanted to push him away. Wanted to say he wasn’t Cloe.
But his new body didn’t obey him.
On the contrary: it opened easily, got wetter, and let out a high-pitched moan when the thick cock filled him in a single thrust. Damián started moving with force, without mercy, exactly as he had promised. Every thrust made Leo’s breasts bounce and an absurd, traitorous pleasure rise up his spine.
He couldn’t disobey.
He didn’t want to disobey.
And the worst part of all… was that the sensation didn’t displease him.
Damián didn’t hold back.
He took him with the same roughness with which he spoke in the school hallways, but now directed completely at that body. Every thrust was deep, possessive, almost punishing. Leo tried to cling to what remained of his male mind, to logic, to panic… but the body gave him no respite.
It was ridiculously sensitive.
Every brush of the thick cock against that internal point tore moans from him that he had never heard come from his throat. His breasts bounced with the rhythm. His nails dug into Damián’s back on their own. And when the bully grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, something inside Leo broke definitively.
He no longer fought.
He only felt.
The orgasm hit him suddenly, violently, making his back arch and a muffled scream escape him. Damián grunted when he felt him clench around him and accelerated, thrusting harder until he buried himself to the hilt and came inside with a low, satisfied moan.
Leo stayed lying on the bed, trembling, with the still-hot cum inside him and his mind blank. The body had been stimulated beyond what his nerd brain could process. For several minutes he could only stare at the ceiling, feeling the throbbing between his legs and the smell of sex impregnated in the sheets.
When he finally recovered some clarity, Damián had already left, and then he heard a phone vibrating on the nightstand.
He picked it up with clumsy fingers.
There was a message from a number that wasn’t registered, but that he recognized instantly. It was his own.
Cloe (in Leo’s body):
“I need to see you. Central plaza, in half an hour. Please.”
Half an hour later, Leo (in Cloe’s body) arrived at the plaza.
He could still feel Damián’s cum between his thighs. He had tried to clean himself as best he could, but the body remained hypersensitive and every brush of clothing reminded him of what had just happened. He was wearing one of Cloe’s skirts — the only one he found — because he had no idea where his own things were. He felt exposed, vulnerable… and strangely observed. Several people looked at him as he passed. Looks that Leo had never received in his life.
On a bench under a tree, his own body was waiting for him.
Cloe was sitting with her legs open in a carefree way, wearing Leo’s clothes (large hoodie, baggy jeans) and an expression he had never seen on his own face: relief. Almost happiness.
When she saw him approach, she smiled.
“You’re late,” she said with his voice (Leo’s). “Did it take you a while to get out of bed?”
Leo stopped in front of her, still processing the situation. Seeing his own body speaking naturally was surreal.
“What… what the hell happened?” he asked with Cloe’s voice, high and trembling. “I just made a wish and…”
“I did too,” she interrupted him calmly. “Last night. I saw the same star from my window. I asked for… freedom. I asked not to have to pretend anymore.”
She shrugged, as if she were talking about the weather.
“When I woke up in your body I understood that the wish had been granted in the most literal way possible. We switched.”
Leo opened his mouth to protest, but Cloe raised a hand.
“Listen to me before you get upset.
I hated being me. I hated the pressure of being ‘the popular one.’ I hated having to smile all the time. And above all… I hated this body.” — She pointed at Leo, that is, at Cloe’s body. — “It’s too sensitive. Too submissive. With Damián… I couldn’t say no. My body simply obeyed. It disgusted me. It disgusted me about him and it disgusted me about myself for not being able to resist.”
She ran a hand through Leo’s short hair and let out a low laugh.
“On the other hand you… you were free. Nobody expected anything from you. You could be a nerd, a weirdo, whatever you wanted. I always was in secret. Looking at your room I realized we’re not that different when it comes to tastes. I collected the same things as you. Watched the same anime. But I could never show it because ‘Cloe’ couldn’t be that person.”
She stood up from the bench and moved a little closer.
“So I’m not going to ask that we switch back. I’m keeping your body. You’re keeping mine.”
Leo felt his stomach drop.
“You can’t… you can’t decide that on your own. I didn’t ask for this!”
Cloe looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement.
“Are you sure? Because from what I saw on your face when you arrived… you don’t seem that regretful.”
Before Leo could answer, a deep, familiar voice cut through the air behind them.
“Well, look at that…”
Both of them turned.
Damián was approaching with his hands in his pockets and that superior smile that Leo knew all too well.
He looked at Cloe (in Leo’s body) with disinterest and then fixed his gaze on Leo (in Cloe’s body). He scanned him slowly from head to toe, lingering a second longer than necessary on the legs and the short skirt.
“Well, well…” he said in a mocking tone. “My girlfriend is hanging out with the class nerd now?”
Cloe, from Leo’s body, just shrugged and let out a short laugh. She said nothing. She didn’t need to.
Damián didn’t wait for an answer. He approached Leo, wrapped a possessive arm around his waist and, without warning, gave him a hard, dry slap on the ass over the skirt. The sound echoed in the plaza. And then he continued rubbing his ass without caring about the stares of the people.
Leo let out a muffled, involuntary moan. The body reacted instantly: a shameful heat rose between his legs and his face turned red.
Damián laughed, satisfied, and looked at Cloe (in Leo’s body) with superiority.
“See? That’s how she is. A submissive whore. She likes being treated like that.
That’s why I go out with her… and not with weirdos like you.”
He squeezed his ass with his hand, without any pretense, and started leading her away.
“Come on. I feel like rounding out the morning.”
Leo tried to resist for a second. He opened his mouth to say something, anything… but Damián’s hand on his ass and the way the body responded stole the words from him. He could only turn his head for a moment and look at Cloe.
She (in his old body) was watching him with a calm, almost grateful smile. She raised a hand in a goodbye gesture and murmured, low enough that only he could hear:
“Enjoy it. I already am.”
Damián dragged him down the street, his hand still firmly planted on his ass, squeezing every now and then just to tear another little moan from him. Several people looked at them. Some whispered. Leo felt the stares like fire on his skin.
And then, in the middle of the shame, the confusion and the traitorous pleasure that still throbbed between his legs, the truth he didn’t want to admit arrived:
He regretted the wish… but not for having lost his nerd life.
He regretted not having asked for it sooner. Now he was popular. Now he was sexy. Now sex was incredible.
And even though Damián was an asshole, even though he was using him in the middle of the street, even though his old self was watching from a distance with his own face…
Leo no longer wanted to go back. He clung to Damián and, delighted, returned to the apartment.
The End.
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