A Super Change?

George was surprised he hadn’t heard Jordan sooner.

She was across the room from him, next to the couch, doing pushups. At some point, she had clearly gone back to her place on the other side of the apartment complex, since she was wearing new clothes. She still had on a black sports bra, clearly having quite a few of those, but this one wasn’t stained from the blowjob the night before. Her sweat pants had been replaced with a pair of very skimpy black dolphin shorts with white trim, which showed off her tight but still decently sized rear as she worked out.

Jordan was breathing deeply but steadily, and was counting as she pressed herself up and down.

98, 99, 100.

Then she fell on the floor and cheered, then rolled onto her back as she stretched out. George’s gaze roved over her pale, muscular body on display, slowly getting hard as he remembered how he’d ravaged it the night before. Then he looked at her face, and found her staring back at him, smiling warmly. She rolled onto her stomach and stretched even deeper, her ass tantalizingly pushed up into the air during it. After a moment, she relaxed, then sat up, still on the floor, leaning against the sofa.

“Hey sleepyhead,” she said, still smiling.

“Hey,” George replied, not able to bring himself to use a nickname, “I was worried about you.”

“Cause I wasn’t in bed? Don’t worry,” Jordan said, “you passed the test. With flying colors, I might add.”

“Well I’d hope so, considering how long you kept me up,” he said. Jordan didn’t reply to that, just grinning mischievously as George continued, “I was worried because I thought you might be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” she said, frowning.

“I mean, even if you enjoyed it, you still might have decided it was a mistake,” he said, “I was worried that you regretted it, and that’s why you left.”

“No, I just got up early because…” she said, then paused for a moment, frowning deeper, “Honestly, I’m not really sure why I got up early. It just felt natural. I wasn’t tired, so I decided to make something to eat, then I wanted to get some exercise in, and now, here we are!”

“How are you not tired?” George groaned, “Also, did you actually just do a hundred pushups?”

“Yep,” Jordan proclaimed, “It’s my new record!”

“By how much?”

“I don’t know,” she said, blushing slightly, “Fifty?”

George’s eyes went wide at the admission. She just doubled how much pushups she could do overnight? He hadn’t seen the changes anyone else had gone through, but he’d assumed they were normal, mundane personality changes. He’d assumed any physical changes would be due to choices the person made after the swap. Not… this.

The app seemed to have made her physically stronger, substantially so. But, she didn’t look different than yesterday, even before he’d done the swap on her. Did it have something to do with her being a ‘super’ athlete now?

“See? That’s weird. This whole thing is weird,” George said, his voice slowly getting louder as he began to rant. “You decided you want to sleep with me last night, despite saying you were a lesbian for as long as I’ve known you. Then you wake up at the crack of dawn and seem to be happy about that fact, despite the fact that you usually think noon is too early!

George paused, looking over at Jordan. She’d gotten up, but was just silently standing there across the room from him, her arms folded and face blank.

“I’m just concerned about you,” George said, trying to calm himself down. “It seems like something is going on with you, and I don’t want to take advantage of you if-”

“Fuck off,” Jordan exclaimed suddenly, interrupting him, “What, am I not allowed to change as a person? Try new things? This is exactly what I was afraid of, people expect me to act a certain way, and if I don’t, I just get shit on for it. Just because I’m doing something new, doesn’t mean I haven’t been considering it for a while or didn’t think it through!”

Jordan's face had gone red, and almost seemed on the verge of tears, but when George started trying to talk, apologize, literally anything, she put up her hand to stop him. She took a deep breath, then continued.

“Look, you didn’t take advantage of me. I’m not some victim who can’t make her own decisions. If you don’t want to sleep with me, that’s fine, but don’t use me as an excuse for your own relationship anxieties.

George had to literally bite his tongue to keep from snapping back at her. The relationship comment had struck a bit close to home, and he knew that she knew that. But even with the exhaustion clouding his judgment, George knew it would only make things worse.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as sincerely as possible. “I didn’t mean to imply anything, it's just… I’m really tired, and this weekend was very stressful. That’s not an excuse, I… Can we talk about this tomorrow? Please? I have to go to work soon.”

Jordan frowned slightly at the request, then looked at him with concern of her own before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, I think we both need some time to think about things.”

George’s stomach lurched at the statement, but he tried to hide his concern. God, he hated talking to people while he was tired.

He almost didn’t say anything as Jordan headed toward the door, still clearly upset, but just before she got to the door he stopped her.

“Jordan?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for making breakfast.”

“You’re welcome,” Jordan mumbled as she smiled slightly and blushed, before stepping out and disappearing from sight.