THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 7
PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul

Author’s Note:
This chapter is a direct continuation of Ralph’s storyline from the full version of Chapter 5. If you are confused about how we suddenly arrived at this point, you have most likely just read the public demo.
Chapter 7-8-9-10 are available now (featuring images) to read on my Patreon

Previously on SwaParty (Ralph’s Story):
After witnessing his toxic ex-girlfriend, Sonya, aggressively grinding with a complete stranger on the dance floor right after leaving Freya, a heartbroken Ralph fled to the neutral-gender washroom to hide and cry inside a private cubicle.

But the nightmare only worsened when he heard a couple enter the same washroom area—none other than Sonya and that exact same guy. Driven by pure hurt, Ralph stepped out of his stall to confront them, only to be hit with an absolute shock: the person inhabiting Sonya’s body claimed they weren’t Sonya at all, but a guy named Arthur.

Arthur hurriedly explained the supernatural rules of the “SwaParty” to a bewildered Ralph, using the explanation as a distraction to trick him. Planting a sudden kiss on Ralph’s forehead, Arthur successfully swapped bodies—escaping into Ralph’s lanky male frame to go have gay sex with his boyfriend, and leaving a completely paralyzed Ralph trapped behind in Sonya’s hyper-feminine body.

CONTINUATION
“I… I am Sonya?!”

The whisper barely rose above the steady hum of the washroom vents.

Ralph froze, both of his small hands gripping the edge of the porcelain basin. His brain had completely stalled. He stared into the mirror. Slowly, almost afraid, he lifted his right hand. The striking redhead in the reflection lifted hers in perfect sync.

He leaned closer and pressed the tips of his new slender fingers against the cold glass. The reflection matched him exactly.

“No… this is impossible,” he murmured. His voice came out soft and airy, trembling. “This isn’t real. I must be drunk. It can’t be possible… right?”

His hands left the mirror and cupped his own face. He traced the delicate jawline and full, painted lips that didn’t belong to him.

“Oh god… I can feel it,” he whispered. His breathing turned shallow. “It’s my skin… but it’s her face. It feels so much smoother.”

His gaze drifted downward—and his heart nearly stopped.

“What the… Woah?!”

Ralph stared in pure disbelief at the massive, heavy C-cup cleavage spilling over the low-cut neckline …