"Get out of my face, I don't want to see your face anymore." - Freen (GIP)

Freen adored the company of only one woman - Rebecca. She dreamed of confessing her feelings one day, yet she never dared. This infatuation seemed frivolous to her, and so she chose to keep it locked away. She didn't want to ruin their easy, familiar dynamic. They understood each other so well - friends, neighbors, people who could trust one another. And Freen refused to shatter that, to create awkwardness between them. So when Becky asked the one question Freen never expected, she simply froze. Apparently, the potential discomfort didn't faze Becky in the slightest. Freen swallowed. This was everything she wanted - and at the same time, everything she couldn't allow herself to have. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and many very explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

They were neighbors, but they might as well have been enemies. Rebecca Armstrong had her life perfectly under control-color-coded notes, flawless grades, a future planned down to the minute. Freen Chankimha was the exact opposite-loud music, late nights, and zero respect for rules. Their only common ground? A shared hatred for each other. But one stormy night changes everything. When lightning strikes, Rebecca and Freen wake up in each other's bodies. Suddenly, the control freak has to survive the chaos of wild parties and unfinished assignments, while the rebel is thrown into a suffocating world of pressure and expectations. What starts as a disaster soon becomes something neither of them expected. Beneath the arguments and sarcasm, they begin to see what the other is hiding-fear, dreams, and the pieces of themselves no one else bothered to understand. Hate was easy. Love? That might be the hardest switch of all.

The coffee was terrible, but Freen had bigger problems. Like the fact that she was about to meet the new prosecutor-some Harvard Law graduate who probably thought proper procedure was more important than actually catching criminals. She'd heard the rumors: uptight, by-the-book, the kind of lawyer who made cops rewrite reports for using "definitely" instead of "appeared to be." When Rebecca Armstrong walked up to her desk in her perfect charcoal suit and introduced herself with a handshake that screamed 'professional boundaries,' Freen knew the rumors were true. Beautiful, polished, and already frowning like Freen had disappointed her without even trying. Twenty minutes later, sitting across from each other in the conference room, they were practically glaring over case files. Rebecca wanted everything rewritten with "specific, observable details"-no conclusions, no interpretations, just facts. Freen wanted to solve crimes, not write dissertations. "You think proper procedure is useless if it lets criminals walk free," Rebecca had said, gathering her papers with sharp movements before leaving Freen alone with her terrible coffee and the distinct feeling that this was going to be the longest case of her career. She had no idea it would also change everything.

What started as a simple plan to make the school's star quarterback jealous turned into something far more complicated. She knew from the beginning that pretending to be with Becky Armstrong-cheer captain, heartbreaker, and the girl who supposedly hated her-was dangerous territory. But when Becky asked her of all people to help with the scheme, how could she say no? Now, tangled in fake smiles and real feelings, she's falling-hard. Watching Becky pretend to love someone else while her own heart breaks quietly on the sidelines is torture. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was never supposed to care. But she does. And that's the problem. Freen g!p First time posting This story is not mine,I only adapted it to freenbecky fanfic Credit goes to the author @cuhbello

Will the mafia queen fall in love with her wife? What will happen when her innocent wife finds out that her wife is a mafia queen? " I'll die for you " - Freen " You're a Monster " - Becky You have to read the story. ???? This is a love story, has 18+ parts. Read at your own risk. ???? ⚠️️ ???? Just fantasy guys... #Freenbecky ❤️

"I never knew, it would be possible. For you to be with me." - Freen Sarocha Chankimha "I want you to know. I love you the most, i'll always be there right by your side." - Rebecca Patricia Armstrong This story is a fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading.🐰🦦💖🌷🧚

Becky Armstrong's life was once a picture-perfect painting-every brushstroke smooth, every color in place. But one tragic car accident shattered that canvas like glass hitting concrete. In the aftermath, she's left clutching the broken pieces, trying to rebuild a world for herself and her young daughter, even as grief clings to her like a shadow at dusk. Seeking comfort in familiarity, Becky moves to Bangkok, hoping the warmth of family might stitch together the torn seams of her heart. But fate has other plans. Enter Freen Chankimha-magnetic, mysterious, and infamous in ways Becky can't yet grasp. Meeting her is like stepping into a storm: thrilling, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. As Becky's life begins to shift again, she must ask herself-can this new chapter bring healing, or is it just another twist in a story she never meant to write? ----- converted fanfic :)

Freen and Becky - both brilliant rebels who eludes relationships - are about to meet their match. Freen, a confident and cocky international photographer, lives life through a lens, untethered and unapologetic. Becky, a sharp-minded business prodigy and reluctant heiress, is determined to carve her own path, far from the shadow of her family's fortune. When their worlds collide, will they clash in chaos - or discover an unexpected adventure in each other?

Freen has spent her life unseen-a timid, clumsy girl born into wealth but weighed down by a lifetime of cruelty and neglect. At university, she's an easy target: withdrawn, friendless, and painfully awkward. No one ever speaks to her-unless it's to hurt her. No one, until Becky. Confident, captivating, and everything Freen isn't, Becky rules the social scene with her arrogant boyfriend Nop and their clique. When they dare her to make the lonely outcast fall in love, Becky agrees-for the thrill, for the game. But while Becky plays her part with a smirk and a plan, Freen begins to feel something real. For the first time, someone is smiling at her, touching her gently, saying her name like it matters. Meanwhile, a string of unsettling deaths casts a shadow over the campus. Students are disappearing. Bodies are found in alleyways and stairwells-cold, brutal, and unexplained. Whispers of a hidden threat ripple through the university, but no one knows who, or what, is behind the blood. As Freen slips deeper into emotion she was never meant to experience, and Becky grows entangled in a mess she can't control, one thing becomes clear: Someone is watching. And someone is willing to kill. Warning: Freen G!P