THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 3
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Recap: The Èl Mìera Club’s swap party went to hell fast. Peter got zapped into Freya’s curvy body after a forehead kiss, stumbling in her tight red dress, heels killing his feet, and her double D breasts throwing him off. Freya, stuck in Peter’s lanky body, played wingman, pushing Peter to dance with Ralph to spark something. Ralph, thinking Peter was Freya, spilled his heart about a future together, stirring weird feelings in Peter. Shit hit the fan when Peter spotted Sonya, Ralph’s toxic ex, grinding with some dude, her smudged mascara and skimpy dress screaming trouble. Ralph’s heart broke, and Peter, trying to be a good bro, got yanked away by a Black woman with braids, mistaking him for Freya. Meanwhile, Freya, in Peter’s body, tried to hook him up with a flirty bartender but got ignored. She spotted Katrina, a cute waitress, and went for it, thinking she’d be perfect for Peter. Katrina lured Freya to a corner, flipped to flirty, then kissed her forehead, swapping them. Freya, now in Katrina’s petite waitress body, got threatened by Katrina (in Peter’s body), who strutted off to charm the crowd. The bartender, thinking Freya was Katrina breaking swap rules, ordered her backstage to refill stock and face the manager.

Freya’s heart thumped like the Èl Mìera Club’s pounding bass, her mind a fuckin’ wreck as the bartender’s words sliced through the neon-lit chaos.

“Get your ass backstage, refill the stock, and you’re talkin’ to the manager later!”

The bartender’s sneer burned, her lips curled like Freya was some skanky smudge on her shoe. Katrina’s petite body was a damn cage—her tight waitress uniform choked her waist, the cheap polyester scraping her skin raw. Her ponytail swung like an annoying-ass toy, and her squeaky voice, shriller than her own, made her wanna hurl every time she spoke. The pinchy shoes stabbed her feet, each wobbly step a fight to not eat shit, Katrina’s frail frame feeling like a drunk dude’s elbow could send her flying. This body’s a goddamn joke, she thought, her small hands shaking as she gripped the bar.

“Katrina are you even listening to me!?” The bartender yelled back.

Fuck, I gotta get backstage before I make this worse, Freya thought, her gut twisting at the thought of piling more problems onto Katrina’s already shitty night. Katrina, out there in …