Meetup of the Nerds

Then he spotted him: an awkward, pudgy teenage boy trying to hide behind the back corner of a cabin, looking painfully out of place. He was maybe 18 or 19, soft-bodied with a bit of a belly, pale skin that clearly didn’t see much sun, and messy hair. Nothing like Tim’s athletic build.

Walter glanced back. Hannah and Jack were already out of sight, chatting with some other campers.

If I’m really stuck in this body for a week… I might as well enjoy it.

The thought sent a fresh rush of heat through him. Alison’s body was eager, responsive, and right now it wanted something. Walter took a breath, adjusted his posture to let his hips sway naturally, and walked over with the beer still in hand.

“Hey,” he said softly, offering a shy but inviting smile as he approached the nerdy teen. “You look like you’re hiding from the crowd too. First time here?”

The boy startled, eyes widening as he took in the sight of the beautiful, naked 18-year-old girl standing in front of him. His gaze darted nervously over Walter’s body—lingering on her breasts, the curve of her hips, the trimmed patch between her legs—before snapping back up to her face, cheeks flushing bright red.

“Y-yeah… I came with my parents,” he mumbled, clearly flustered. “I’m… not really used to all this.”

Walter (as Alison) stepped a little closer, close enough to smell the faint nervousness on him. The contrast with Tim made this even more appealing. Different. New.

“I’m Alison,” he introduced himself, voice low and sweet. “Mind if I hide with you for a bit?”