Heated words and failed attempts

Chapter 18: Home and Heated Words

Jared pulled up to the house in the early morning hours, still wearing the tight peach-orange dress that was now wrinkled and slightly torn in places. His hair was a mess, makeup smudged, and there were visible hickeys and bruises on his neck and thighs. He looked like he had been through the ringer.

As soon as he walked in, Jay Z (in Jared’s body) jumped up from the couch, eyes blazing with anger. “What the fuck happened to you?! You look like you got gangbanged! I’ve been texting and calling you all night!”

Jared smirked, closing the door behind him and casually adjusting his sore breasts. “Relax, man. I found Jacob. We got high, played some games, and… tested some things. It was productive.”

“Productive?!” Jay Z hissed, keeping his voice low so Sara and Mia wouldn’t wake up. “You were supposed to get more DMT to fix this, not go fuck around in my body! Look at me — I mean you! My body is covered in marks. Did you let him fuck you?!”

Jared shrugged, wincing a little as he sat down, legs spread. “Yeah, we had some fun. My ass is sore as hell right now. But I got a big bag of the strong stuff. Let’s go sneak out back and try it.”

They snuck out to the porch. Jared packed the pipe and they both took heavy hits. The DMT hit, but when they came down… nothing had changed. They were still swapped.

“Fuck!” Jay Z growled in Jared’s voice. “It didn’t work! What the hell, man?!”

Jared leaned back, rubbing his bruised thighs. “Guess it’s not strong enough yet. We can try again after I shower. This body needs a good cleaning after the night I had.”

Jay Z paced angrily. “You’re enjoying this way too much! You’ve been parading around in my body, flashing people, getting fucked, and now you look like a used whore. Give me back my body!”

Jared’s expression hardened. He stood up, stepping close. “Chill the fuck out, Jay Z. Or should I say… the real you. I can make one phone call right now to your husband and tell him everything. How his wife has been acting crazy, cheating, doing ****. I could ruin your whole life in a day. Divorce, custody, reputation — gone. So sit down and shut up. I’m trying to figure this out… mostly.”

Jay Z stared at him, furious but silent for a moment. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” Jared said calmly, squeezing one of his own tender breasts for emphasis. “I like this body. It’s fun. But I don’t actually want to destroy your life. So let’s play nice, shower, try the DMT again later, and we’ll get you back home eventually. Sound fair?”

Jay Z clenched his fists but nodded reluctantly. “Fine. But this better not drag on.”

Jared smiled sweetly. “Good girl. Now let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got plans for this body tomorrow.”

The tension was thick as they headed inside, the swap far from over.