THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 2
PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul

THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 2
PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul

The second Freya’s lips pressed against Peter’s forehead, a violent electric hum shot through his skull. The club's neon lights flickered and died as his vision went pitch black. Vertigo slammed into him, knocking the breath from his lungs.

When Peter finally opened his eyes, the world had shifted. He was shorter, staring directly at a broad, familiar chest. He tilted his head back, his heart hammering against a ribcage that felt suddenly tight. Towering over him was his own body. His face stared back at him, but the expression was entirely wrong—it wore Freya’s wide, knowing smirk.

“Whoa, you okay in there, Peter?” his own voice asked, though the cadence was unmistakably Freya's. “I know the first swap is a little dizzying, but you’ll get the hang of it. I've done this a million times. Just try to stand up straight.”

Peter looked down, and the breath hitched in his throat. A plunging red dress hugged curves he definitely hadn't woken up with. Heavy breasts strained against a snug bra, and a high slit exposed a smooth thigh to the club’s air conditioning. Long, dark hair cascaded over his bare shoulders. He raised his trembling hands, staring at the slender, manicured fingers.

“This is… real?” Peter stammered. His voice came out soft, high, and undeniably feminine. He swayed, his ankles wobbling on precarious stiletto heels. The tight dress felt suffocating.

Freya—wearing Peter's muscular frame—chuckled and casually rolled his broader shoulders. “Yeah, it’s real. Just don’t go feeling yourself up, okay?”

Despite the warning, Peter’s hands moved on pure instinct, cupping the heavy weight of Freya's chest. "Whoa," he breathed, the softness sending a jolt of shock through his borrowed nervous system.

Freya didn't miss a beat. She reached out with Peter's large hand and slapped his fingers away.

“Oww! That hurts!” Peter winced, suddenly hyper-aware of how fragile this new, petite frame felt.

“I said behave,” Freya scolded, wearing Peter's face like a mask of mischief. “You’re me now, so act like it. I’m going to play the role of your best friend and see if Ralph has actual feelings for me. Just follow my lead and don't mess this up.”

Before Peter could argue, Ralph emerged from the crowd, balancing three drinks in his hands. “Alright, guys, I got us some proper …