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Chapter 3

Jenna's pov

After I looked out the window and thought about Jaden, it was already around 11:30 at night. I changed into my white crop top and thong, the same thing I always wore to sleep, and then climbed into my bed. I set my phone on the nightstand without even bothering to set my alarm. My mind was exhausted.
A few minutes later, the front door opened downstairs—slow, familiar, the sound of my mom finally coming home after helping her friend. She pushed my bedroom door open just enough to peek in and said softly, "Goodnight, Jenna."
"Night, Mom," I murmured.
Ten minutes later, after my thoughts finally scattered away, I drifted into sleep.

The next morning

When I woke up, everything felt wrong before I even opened my eyes. The air felt heavier, the bed felt rougher, and something about the space around me seemed unfamiliar. I blinked up at the ceiling, expecting to see the soft cream color of my bedroom... but instead I was staring at a completely different ceiling—plain, dull white, with a faint stain in the corner and uneven texture.

My heart dropped instantly.
That is not my ceiling.

I froze, my breath tightening in my chest as my brain scrambled.
What's going on? Where am I?

I sat up slowly, feeling the sheets slide against my skin—rougher than mine, almost scratchy. The room around me came into view, and I felt my stomach twist. Everything screamed boy's room.

The wallpaper was a deep blue, peeling in some spots. Clothes were thrown everywhere—on the floor, over a chair, halfway hanging out of drawers. There was a small TV sitting crookedly on top of a dresser, and beneath it an Xbox console with tangled cords snaking across the carpet. The whole room smelled faintly like deodorant, old laundry, and something I couldn't place—something boyish.

I swallowed hard, confusion burning through me.
"Uh... hello?" I said aloud.

But the sound that came out of my mouth wasn't mine. It was deeper, rougher. It sounded like—
No.
No, no, no.

Hearing that voice made my entire body jolt in shock.
That's Jaden's voice.

Panic washed over me all at once.
Am I sick? Am I dreaming? What is happening to me?

I lifted my arms without thinking—and froze.
Those weren't my arms.
They were longer, leaner, with broader shoulders and faint muscle lines that definitely weren't mine. My hands were bigger too, the fingers longer, the knuckles more pronounced.

My breathing turned uneven.
I looked down, expecting to see my white crop top stretched across my chest...
But I wasn't wearing it.
And more importantly—
My chest was flat. Completely flat.

My breath hitched so violently it almost hurt.
"My... my tits—" I couldn't even finish the sentence.

Heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears, I slipped my hand under the blanket, moving it down my leg to try to ground myself. But as I slid my hand back upward, my fingers bumped into something—something that should not have been there. Something solid.

I froze.
Then, trembling, I yanked the blanket up and looked.
I wasn't wearing my white shirt or my shirt sleep shorts .
Instead, I was wearing boxers.

There was a very real bump inside them.

With shaking hands, I lifted the fabric for only a second. What I saw made a cold shock tear through me so violently I almost choked. I dropped the waistband immediately and slammed the blanket back down.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I... I have a penis."

I pressed my hands to my face—his face—and whispered, "Okay. What the hell is actually happening? Why do I have a penis? Why is my body gone? Why am I... where am I?"

I stumbled out of bed, completely disoriented, holding my head in both hands as I staggered around the messy room. Every step felt strange—my legs longer, heavier, the entire way my body moved completely foreign. I felt like I was inside a costume I couldn't take off.

My heartbeat was erratic as I searched frantically around the room until I finally spotted a mirror leaning crookedly against the wall.

I walked toward it slowly at first... then faster... then I practically lunged in front of it.

And when I saw the reflection staring back at me—
I screamed.

It wasn't my face.
It was Jaden.
His messy dark hair. His tired eyes. His jawline. His height. His everything.

I stumbled backward, shaking.
"I'm Jaden," I whispered. "I'm literally... Jaden."

My mind raced, spiraling out of control.

"Why is this happening? What's going on? Why am I in Jaden's body? And where is Ja—"
I stopped.
"Oh... oh shit."

The realization slammed into me.
If I was in Jaden's body...
Then Jaden had to be in mine.

I grabbed the phone on his nightstand—his phone—and quickly unlocked it. I tried calling my number, but it went straight to voicemail.

Then I remembered—I'd blocked him after the breakup yesterday. I hadn't planned on talking to him ever again.

I let the phone fall onto the bed and exhaled shakily.
There's nothing I can do right now. I can't talk to him until school. I just have to... figure this out.

I went through his clothes, feeling overwhelmed by how unfamiliar everything was. Picking out a guy's outfit felt completely unnatural. In the end, I grabbed blue pants, a black shirt, and shoes—simple enough.

I left Jaden's room and walked to the kitchen. His mom was sitting at the table and said, "Good morning, Jaden."

I didn't respond—completely forgetting I was supposed to.
She repeated, "Jaden, did you hear me? I said good morning."

"Oh—good morning, Mom. Sorry, I didn't hear you."
(I did hear her, but I wasn't used to answering to Jaden.)

His mom sighed. "I heard you served a detention yesterday for being late to class. And I know this past year has been tough, especially with your dad's death. But I'm here for you if you need to talk."

"Okay... thanks, Mom."
I opened the fridge, searching for oatmeal out of habit, and his mom said, "Jaden, you don't normally eat breakfast here. If anything, you grab a banana."

"Oh. Right. Sorry. I guess I didn't sleep well last night. My brain's a little messed up."

She told me to get more sleep, and I just nodded and headed back to Jaden's room. When I checked the time—7:37.

If Jaden was in my body... he should be awake. Hopefully he wasn't pissing my mom off.

Then I got a text from Tyler:
I'll be there in 5 to pick you up.

Great.
A ride with Tyler.

Five minutes later he pulled up, and I climbed into his car.

"I already got us breakfast," he said, handing me a breakfast sandwich.

"Uh... I'm good, Tyler."

"Jaden, are you serious? You love these." He took a huge bite, chewing with his mouth open.

"I'm just... not hungry. You can have it."

He shrugged and took it. While eating loudly, he asked, "So how you been since you broke up with Jenna?"

"I've been alright. Hard at first. Hard to get... her out of my head. But eventually I thought about other things."

He nodded. "Wonder how Jenna handled it."

In my head I thought,
Speaking of handling... I wonder how Jaden handled himself when he woke up today.

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