Chapter 10: Dressing Room Dominance

Six months had slipped by since that first impossible night of body swaps, revelations, and boundary-shattering sex. Life had mostly returned to normal, or at least the version of normal that existed on the surface in their quiet suburban colonial home. Eric was back to his senior-year routine: community college classes three days a week, late nights buried in video games and comic stacks, awkward small talk over dinner. Valerie still worked her librarian shifts, still volunteered at the community center, still wore high-neck blouses and knee-length skirts to hide the hourglass figure she’d once let him inhabit. They didn’t talk about it much in daylight. The amulet stayed tucked in her jewelry box. The silk sheets got washed. The pentagram tattoo on her inner thigh remained her private secret.

But the undercurrent never really went away.

Tonight was a Friday like any other. Eric had come home late from a study group, showered, and flopped onto the couch in sweats and a faded band tee. Valerie had finished her shift, changed into soft lounge pants and a loose tank that still managed to hug her curves, and poured herself a glass of red. She’d been feeling restless all day, the kind of restless that made her thighs press together when she thought about him. About the way he’d looked in her body six months ago, flushed and fumbling and coming apart. About how he’d looked at her ever since, stealing glances when he thought she wasn’t watching.

She padded barefoot into the living room, wineglass in hand, and dropped onto the couch beside him, close enough that her thigh pressed against his. Eric glanced over, glasses slipping down his nose, messy brown hair still damp from the shower.

“Rough day?” he asked, voice casual, but his eyes flicked to the way her tank clung to her breasts.

Valerie took a slow sip, then set the glass on the coffee table. “Not rough,” she said, voice low. “Just… needy.” She shifted, turning toward him, one knee coming up on the cushion so her body angled into his space. “Been thinking about you all afternoon. About that night. About how good you looked wearing me.”

Eric’s breath caught. He hadn’t expected her to bring it up, not so directly, not so soon after months of careful silence. His cock twitched in his sweats, already half-hard just …