I’ve got a plan

Chapter 12: Heading Home and a New Plan

The group pulled into the driveway as the sun dipped lower, the car filled with laughter and the lingering buzz from mimosas and spa treatments. Jared, still deep in Jay Z’s curvy body, was riding an incredible high. The tight peach-orange dress hugged every inch of her figure, the deep V-neckline putting her cleavage on full display. He kept one hand casually groping and squeezing Jay Z’s breast the entire drive home, moaning softly at how good it felt.

When they walked inside, they found Jay Z-in-Jared’s-body slumped miserably on the couch in oversized shorts and a t-shirt, looking completely defeated.

Sara frowned. “You okay? You two have been so weird all day.”

Jay Z sighed heavily in Jared’s deep voice. “This body sucks. Everything’s heavy, my dick won’t stay still, and I feel like a giant awkward mess. Plus… I’m supposed to fly home tomorrow morning. What the fuck are we supposed to do about that?”

Sara and Mia headed into the kitchen to get drinks, leaving Jared and Jay Z alone for a moment. Jared immediately walked over, spreading his legs in a wide masculine stance and grabbing both of Jay Z’s breasts, squeezing and jiggling them right in front of her.

“Goddamn, I still can’t get over how good these tits feel,” he whispered with a perverted grin. “So soft and heavy. And this pussy has been wet all day. You really missing your body yet, man? ‘Cause I’m having a blast in it.”

Jay Z glared, voice low. “Stop molesting my body, dude. This isn’t funny.”

Jared laughed quietly and gave his ass a firm slap. “Relax. I’ve got a plan. I’m heading out tonight to find the guy who sold me that DMT. See if he’s got more or knows how to reverse this swap before you have to get on that plane tomorrow. You stay here and keep pretending to be me. Act all manly and shit.”

He leaned in closer, voice dropping even lower. “But honestly? I might not want to switch back right away. This body is way too fucking fun. I’ve been thinking about all the things I could do with this pussy tonight…”

Jay Z groaned in frustration. “Just hurry up and fix this.”

Jared winked, blew a quick kiss, and strutted toward the door with a sway in his hips, the short dress riding up as he walked. He was already planning how much fun he could have in Jay Z’s body before trying to reverse anything. The night was young, and he was loving every perverted second of it.