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**New Message: Aaron (Old)**

Aaron choked, spraying a fine mist of juice back into his glass. " *Cough*—holy shit."

"What?" Cody looked up from his plate of eggs, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth. "Who is it?"

"It's me," Aaron squeaked, his voice pitching high with panic. He cleared his throat, trying to drop Hailey’s voice back into a normal register. "I mean... it's my number. It's Ramsey."

Cody dropped the bacon. "Open it."

Aaron’s fingers—slender, manicured, and shaking slightly—swiped the screen. He tapped the message. It was a picture.

The photo was a selfie taken at a low angle. It showed Aaron’s face, but the expression was wrong—twisted into a manic, predatory grin that Aaron had never worn in his life. His eyes were wide and wild. But it wasn't just him. Ramsey had his arm draped heavily around the shoulders of **Stacy Peeler**, Aaron’s academic rival.

Stacy looked terrified. They were sitting in a booth at 'The Grind,' the popular local coffee shop where the high school crowd hung out. In front of them was a comical amount of pastries and what looked like a stolen tip jar.

The caption read: *“Turns out your rival is actually kinda cute when she’s scared. I think I’m going to ask her out. Or maybe I’ll just ruin your GPA and your reputation in one morning. Come say hi, or I start breaking things. ;)”*

"That bastard!" Aaron shrieked, slamming the phone down. "He's with Stacy! He’s going to ruin my life! If he does something weird to her, I’m going to jail!"

Cody stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. His face was flushed with anger. "Not on my watch. We’re going. Now."

"I can't go like this!" Aaron gestured to his grey sweatpants and tight tank top. "I look like I just rolled out of bed!"

"Who cares? He's possessing your body!" Cody yelled, grabbing his truck keys.

"I care! If I'm going to confront him, I need to be... tactical," Aaron argued, though in his head, a different thought process was taking over. If he was going out in public as Hailey Johnson, the head cheerleader and dance team captain, he wasn't going to look like a slob. He wanted to feel the power that came with this body.

"Two minutes!" Aaron shouted, already sprinting up the stairs.

He burst into Hailey’s room and tore open her closet. It was a treasure trove of trendy, revealing clothing. His hands flew through the hangers. *Too formal. Too dressy. Too... boring.*

He grabbed a pair of high-waisted denim shorts that looked impossibly small and a bright pink crop top that barely covered his ribs. He shed the sweatpants and tank top in seconds, relishing the cool air on his skin before pulling the denim up. The shorts hugged Hailey’s hips like a second skin, accentuating the curve of her ass in a way that made Aaron pause for a full three seconds in the mirror.

"Damn," he whispered, slapping his own backside. The jiggle was mesmerizing.

"AARON! LET'S GO!" Cody roared from downstairs.

Aaron pulled the crop top on. It was tight, pushing Hailey’s B-cups together to create a cleavage that defied gravity. He grabbed a pair of white sneakers, slipped them on, and bounded down the stairs, his ponytail swinging behind him.

When he reached the bottom, Cody stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes bulged, scanning Aaron from the long, bare legs up to the exposed midriff and the tight pink top.

"Tactical?" Cody choked out, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "You call that tactical?"

Aaron flipped his hair over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Distraction is a tactic, Cody. Besides," he looked down at himself, "this is surprisingly aerodynamic. Now drive."

***

The truck ride was tense. Cody drove with white-knuckled grip, his eyes strictly on the road, though Aaron noticed him stealing glances every time they hit a bump and Hailey’s chest bounced. Aaron, meanwhile, was mentally preparing himself. He tried to summon that ghost feeling, the sensation of his soul being loose inside the body, but the physical sensations of the denim riding up his crotch were incredibly distracting.

They screeched into the parking lot of The Grind. Through the large glass window, they could see the commotion.

Ramsey was standing on top of a table. He was holding a blueberry muffin like a grenade, yelling something at the barista. Stacy was cowering in the booth, her face buried in her hands.

"Okay," Aaron said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "What's the plan?"

Cody looked at the scene, then at Aaron-in-Hailey. "I go in and tackle him. You... uh... you keep the crowd back? Or something?"

"He has my body, Cody. He's fit. You tackle him, you might hurt *me*," Aaron said, pointing to his possessed form inside. "We need to be smarter."

They stepped out of the truck. The morning air was warm, and Aaron felt the eyes of a few passing skaters linger on his legs. He straightened his spine, pushing his chest out naturally. Being a hot girl was like having a superpower, and he was starting to realize he could use it against Ramsey.

Ramsey saw them coming. He stopped yelling at the barista and turned, a wicked smile spreading across Aaron's face. He hopped down from the table, dusting crumbs off Aaron's favorite shirt.

"Well, well," Ramsey shouted, his voice booming through the open door of the coffee shop. "If it isn't the dynamic duo. And what we have here? Your sexy sister is here." Ramsey’s eyes raked over Hailey’s body with a lecherous appreciation that made Aaron's skin crawl—and oddly, made him blush. "You cleaned up nice. I always knew you had a slutty side."

Stacy looked up, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Stay out of this, Four-Eyes!" Ramsey snapped at her, causing her to flinch. He walked out onto the patio to meet them, looking confident and dangerous. "So, Hailey, want to hangout with us?"