Switched

~Four~

"I'll wait here," Mark said, as they entered the book shop on Monday afternoon.

They hadn't talked about their crazy night of passion, but Ian could tell that Mark was freaked out about it. It had probably been his first threesome ever. And Ian was pretty sure that when Mark had entertained a threesome in his mind it had been with two gorgeous women, not his girlfriend of two years and another guy. Body-swapped.

Kasey nodded. "Okay."

Ian wanted to touch her, but wasn't sure if it would be welcome. "This is it," he said as they took the few steps to Travis' office.

"Yeah," Kasey said and then she grabbed his hand. She didn't need to specify what she meant. "I don't regret it."

He squeezed her hand. "I don't regret it either. It was crazy, but fuck, it was good."

"Yeah, it was good," Kasey said with a smile and then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

Ian took a deep breath and opened the door to the office. They already knew that Travis would be able to fix this mess, because Travis had called them with the news and asked them to come in. So here they were.

"How are you?" Travis asked as they sat down.

"Fine," Kasey answered.

"Ready to get back to my own body," Ian replied.

"Good, let's do this then," Travis said.

"Do we need to be naked for this too?" Kasey asked.

Travis shook his head. "No, you just need to drink this," he said, indicating two cups on the desk. "And then you'll need to kiss, so your souls can switch back, while I'm going to chant. This should do the trick." He took the cups and handed them each one.

Ian and Kasey faced each other, their knees touching. He had the feeling he should say something, but he didn't know what. After all everything was going to go back to normal, which – it was such a lie.

"Bottoms up," Kasey said and tipped her cup to her lips. Ian followed her example. The stuff tasted earthy and a bit sweet, not in a pleasant way, but not too horrible either. He tried to finish it all without having to taste it too much.

Travis was already chanting. Ian wasn't sure when exactly he had to kiss Kasey, so he reached out to curl his fingers around her neck and pulled her in. His body felt warm, her lips soft. His lips, his fucking lips felt soft.
And then the world was tilting and everything went black. He realized that he must have closed his eyes and when he opened them he was looking at Kasey. The real Kasey, not Kasey in his body.

"Kasey? Ian?" Travis asked.

"It worked," Kasey answered the unspoken question.

Ian looked at his hands, his pale skin, his fingers. He was back in his body. "Fuck, it worked," he said, "Thank you." He meant it too, with all his being, he had never been so thankful before in his whole fucking life. His body was his again. His dick was his again.

"My pleasure," Travis said with a smile.

Ian ran a hand through his own light-brown hair. It was a bit strange, he had gotten used to Kasey's long curls, but he was sure it wouldn't take him long to adjust to his own body again. It was after all the body he had been living in for the last twenty-five years.

Kasey was crying. Ian put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her in. "It feels strange," she mumbled against his chest.

"I know," Ian told her, because he did know. He let her cry for a few minutes until she was done and then looked to Travis. "How much do we owe you for this?"