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Chapter 14

Jaden paced back and forth across the carpet, still wearing Jenna's body like he borrowed someone's delicate clothing and was terrified to rip it.
His hands kept fluttering toward his hair, then his face, then his borrowed hips—like he didn't know what to do with anything anymore.

Jenna sat calmly at her vanity, brushing Jaden's brown  bengs  out of  her hair in Jaden's body

Jaden finally spun toward her.

"Jenna, this is a disaster. An actual disaster. You don't understand how unprepared I am for a girl sleepover."

She didn't even look up.
"Jaden, it's fine."

"No, it's not fine!" He gestured wildly with her small hands. "Makayla thinks I'm you, meaning she expects— you know— Jenna things. Not... whatever I'm doing."

Jenna turned in her chair and finally gave him her full attention.

"Okay. Then we're going to walk through everything."

Jaden blinked nervously.

"Walk through... what exactly?"

Jenna stood and crossed the room, stopping right in front of him.

"Everything that happens at a girls' sleepover."

Jaden swallowed.

Hard.

Jenna pointed around her bedroom.

"Makayla knows where everything is. She'll go through my drawers, my skincare basket, my closet, all of it. She always does."

Jaden's eyes widened.

"She looks through your drawers?"

"Yes. Because she helps me pick outfits for fun sometimes."
Jenna shrugged casually. "Don't worry. There's nothing weird in there."

"That's not the point!" he whispered fiercely. "She's going to look at me like I'm... I'm you. And I'm not even good at sitting like a girl, let alone behaving like one all night."

Jenna nodded thoughtfully.

"Then we'll practice."

"Practice what?"

"Everything."

Jenna guided him to sit on the bed.

"No, no—Jaden, knees together."

He squeezed his legs in.

"Tilt your hips forward a little less. Relax your shoulders. Don't hunch."

He tried.

Failed.

Tried again.

"Why is this so complicated?" he muttered.

"Because you're in a body that doesn't move like yours," Jenna said. "But you're learning."

Jaden put his head in his hands.

"This is torture."

Jenna gently lifted his chin.

"Hey. You're doing fine."

Once he looked a tiny bit calmer, Jenna sat beside him.

"There's one more thing."

The tone of her voice made him nervous.

"...What?" Jaden asked slowly.

"Well..." Jenna hesitated, then said plainly:
"At girls' sleepovers, we share the bed."