Jason

You look at Jason. He may be a homophobic jock, but he's got a cute face. You'd always wondered what it would be like to be like him. He practically always had some slutty girl on his lap. It was a shame for a body like his to go to waste when it had such potential. You look more and more intently at Jason's body, until he eventually turns around and *click* it happened.

"And so I was this close to titty fucking this whore when her ex-boyfriend called her up and she got up to leave. What a bitch." It was one of Jason's fraternity brothers who was talking to him, in hushed tones so Mr. Milken couldn't hear them. Wait... you look down and you are in Jason's body. HOLY SHIT!

"Bro are you okay?" Jason's friend said with a confused look on his face, a look that was all too frequently on it.

"Yeah bro, just was trying to remember something."

"Oh cool." he nodded, "What are you trying to remember?" he asks genuinely. Hmmm...this was an opportunity to gain some intel on Jason.

"Well, I'm just trying to remember...