Scott, an 18-year-old boy from Ontario, Canada, is excited to participate in an exchange program and experience life in England. However, upon his arrival, he discovers that there has been a mix-up, Scott Campbell isn't Sophie Campbell. What will h...
The car ride back to Amelia's house was filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Scott, accustomed to the high-pitched excitement of his friends, almost forgot about the sleepover in his exhausted, slightly tipsy state. The thought of the impending night made his nerves spike, but the tiredness and alcohol dulled the edge.
As they entered Amelia's house, Scott trailed behind the others, feeling the weight of the evening's events. They headed straight to Amelia's bedroom, the conversation flowing seamlessly from the dance to the events of the night. Scott settled on the edge of the bed, listening intently while the girls gossiped.
"Can you believe how Oliver acted?" Chloe said, rolling her eyes. "He's such a flirt."
"I know, right?" Anna chimed in. "And Camilla wasn't even there tonight."
Amelia laughed. "Typical Oliver. Always up to something."
Scott listened quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He felt a mixture of discomfort and intrigue, the night's events replaying in his mind. Chloe was the first to take off her dress, continuing the conversation in just her underwear. Scott's eyes widened, unsure where to look.
Anna and Amelia followed suit, stripping down to their bras and panties. Scott's heart raced, and he quickly looked away, feeling intensely uncomfortable. Did they remember he was actually a guy? The thought made his stomach churn.
Chloe, seemingly oblivious to Scott's discomfort, grabbed her pajamas and nonchalantly took off her bra. Scott's face flushed, and he averted his eyes, fumbling for the pajamas Gracie had packed for him. He retreated to the bathroom to change, grateful for the brief solitude.
In the bathroom, Scott examined the silky pajamas.
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The shorts were short, and he realized he'd have to keep his panties on to conceal his boy parts. As he slipped into the pajamas, he noticed how delicate and smooth they felt, a sensation both unfamiliar and oddly comfortable. They smelled faintly of Gracie, sending a small flutter through his stomach.
Before he could linger on the thought, Chloe knocked on the door, her voice playful. "Sophie, you're taking forever! I need to take off my makeup."
Scott opened the door, and the girls flooded in, fighting for space in front of the mirror. Scott joined them, using the makeup remover he'd brought from home. Amelia, ever the planner, pulled out face masks and lip masks from a drawer, announcing them with glee.
The girls squealed in excitement, and Scott just went with the flow, applying the masks. As he applied the lip mask, he grew curious. "What does this do?"
Chloe seized the opportunity to tease him. "It'll get your lips ready for the next time you kiss Oliver."
Scott's face turned bright red. "I don't—" he started, but Gracie interjected.
"It's to keep your lips soft and hydrated," Gracie explained, giving Chloe a pointed look.
They all settled on Amelia's bed, chatting away. Scott mostly listened, feeling like an outsider yet strangely included.
