Jezzer quickly dress up and pretend

Jezzer’s heart shot into his throat. He yanked his slick fingers free, a string of wetness connecting them to her core for a moment before snapping. His mind, honed by a lifetime of quick, seedy excuses, snapped into gear.

“I—I’m alright!” he called out, pitching Allison’s voice into a perfect, breathy imitation of startled pain. He scrambled off the bed, his legs tangling in the discarded gown on the floor. He made sure to stumble, knocking a plastic cup from the bedside table. It clattered loudly. “Oh! Ouch!”

He threw himself onto the floor just as the door cracked open, pulling the gown halfway over his hips in a frantic, messy attempt at modesty. Dr. Kerry’s concerned face appeared, his eyes wide.

“Good heavens! What happened?” Kerry rushed in, helping the seemingly dazed young woman back to her feet and onto the bed. Dr. Saunders lingered in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“I got dizzy,” Jezzer whimpered, clutching his—her—head. He made his hands tremble for effect. “Everything is so… strange. I stood up too fast, I think. I just fell.” He drew his knees up, ensuring the gown covered his crotch, hiding any evidence of his recent activity. Thank god they didn’t come in thirty seconds earlier.

Dr. Kerry’s eyes scanned him, a professional once-over. He checked for bumps or bruises, his gaze thankfully not dropping below the waist. “You must be careful. Your body has been through an immense trauma. Your… neurological pathways are still acclimating.”

“My body?” Jezzer asked, laying on the wide-eyed confusion thick. “What do you mean? Why does everything feel so… light?” Jezzer pretend.

The two doctors exchanged a heavy glance. Kerry sat on the edge of the bed. “This is difficult to explain. There was an accident. Your body… and the body of another individual, a girl named Allison, sustained irreparable brain damage. We performed an unprecedented procedure to save both lives.”

Jezzer let his jaw drop, the picture of shocked innocence. “What kind of procedure?”

“A partial brain transplant,” Saunders stated bluntly from the door. “Your consciousness, your memories, the essence of who you are… is now housed in this body. Allison’s body. And hers is in yours.”

He feigned a wave of nausea, a hand flying to his mouth, pretend to shocked. “Allison? Like Allison? Tim’s girlfriend?” He put a tremor in his voice. “You put me… in a girl?”

“It was the only way,” Kerry said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Jezzer had to fight the urge to smirk. “The procedure is, we believe, permanent. The synaptic gel that facilitated the transplant has… solidified. Reversal, while not entirely outside the realm of future theoretical science, carries a success probability we would consider negligible.”

“So… so only the three of us? And Tim? And Allison—I mean, her that’s in my old body… we’re the only ones who know?” he asked, letting a sliver of hope into his tone.

“Yes,” Kerry said, his voice dropping to a grave whisper. “This must remain an absolute secret. The implications if this were to get out… the media frenzy, the ethical inquiries… it would be a disaster for everyone involved. You must promise us.”

Jezzer looked between their serious faces, letting a single, perfect tear roll down Allison’s cheek. He nodded, sniffling. “I promise. I won’t tell a soul.” And what a delicious secret it is.

Satisfied, the doctors finished their brief examination. “Physiologically, you’re perfectly sound,” Kerry concluded. “We’ll keep you for observation until tomorrow, but we see no reason for continuous monitoring. Allison's parents and Tim’s have been informed they are stable and resting. We will handle the explanations. We don't have any information about your relatives. We're sorry.”

"Oh no it's okay."

With a few more assurances, they left him alone. The door clicked shut.

The moment the latch engaged, the performance ended. The tears vanished. The vulnerability evaporated. Jezzer launched himself off the bed, a burst of energy making him bounce on the balls of his feet. The movement sent a delightful, jiggling sensation through his chest.

“Yes!” he hissed, his voice dropping back to its natural, gruff undertone.

He let the gown fall to the floor in a puddle of faded cotton. Completely naked, he shook his hips, watching the swell of her ass and the bounce of her small breasts in the room’s dim light. A wide, predatory grin spread across Allison’s sweet face. He sauntered to the window, his new body humming with power and potential.

He peered out at the world below—a world that saw a young woman. He saw a playground.

“Time for a wonderful life,” he chuckled to himself, his hands drifting down to cup himself between the legs, fingers already seeking that slick heat again.

He yanked the curtains shut with a sharp swipe, plunging the room into a private, intimate gloom. From behind the closed window, a low, drawn-out moan soon followed, the only evidence of the new tenant christening his luxurious, stolen home.