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You took out the phone and scrolled through the notifications. Most of them were from group chats or girlfriends, asking about people from back home who you didn't know. It looked like they had been sent last night while Jane was sleeping.

You finally arrived at late night texts from a number of men. Each were pretty mundane, a lot of “hey babies” and “I miss talking to you.” You had spoken to Jane about how she was when she was single and this seemed pretty par for the course. More guys who she spoke to infrequently than actual romantic interests.

You finally got to the messages from this Angus character. Those texts were shockingly the most boring of all. It was a general discussions of some Instagram workout videos and a "women in leadership" book. Angus turned out to be a PT, not a big shock, Jane didn’t have a type but when you spent as much time as she did in the gym you were surrounded by a certain character. He also had an overwhelming adoration for motivational books. He had sent Jane a photo of a stack of new books on his bed, to which she replied “you must be excited.” You weren’t sure if it was genuine or sarcastic but the sentiment made you chuckle. You and Jane had discussed motivational books and how people would fall in love with reading them more than actually doing what was in the book. It was a running joke between you that douchy dudes would mine them for clever talking points then spout their motivational rhetoric at girls.

As you were scrolling through the conversation a new message popped up from a guy called Matteus.

“Missing you baby,” it read with 5 kissy face emojis. Ugh this was the cringest of them all. You waited there for a second, wondering if you should be looking at these messages in the first place. A little late now, you shrugged. What the hell, might as well see what type of guy Jane attracted.

“Hey baby, how are you?” You thought the line was pretty harmless. You read similar wording in a couple other conversations and didn’t think it’d be a stretch to copy Jane coy demeanor.

“Just thinking about that butt of yours,” more winky faces accompanied the message. This guy wasn’t exactly subtle. Before you could reply a picture appeared. It depicted a seriously muscular Mediterranean man sprawled across a bed, naked except for a pair of tight white boxer briefs. He had a jaw that could cut glass and a dense 5 o’clock shadow. He looked like a movie actor. The cheesiness made a lot more sense. A guy that attractive hadn't worked hard for attention. You felt a queasy wave of jealousy. This guy was a dumbass, he wasn’t even trying to talk to Jane. You used that fact to not feel insecure about your lady love courting some Fabio Adonis.

“You feel like showing me that butt I’ve been missing,” he sent 3 peach emojis along with the message. He couldn't get enough of these emojis. Your first reaction was to tell him to fuck off. You stifled the urge. It sounded like Jane had already done something with this guy, it wasn’t like you're denial would do much to teach him a lesson. Maybe a little teasing would be better? Get him worked up then shut him down later when he comes begging for more. The thought put a mischievous grin across your face. You got on your knees and leaned back. You then twisted your hand around and took a photo of your ass from the bottom. God you were good at this. Your ass looked gigantic and you could also make out the fantastic muscularity on your lower back. You quickly sent the photo before you chickened out.

The response was instantaneous. A bunch of shocked emojis followed by “fuck babe I’ve never seen it without cloths on, what a treat!” Well shit, looks like Jane hadn’t gotten frisky with this guy.

You saw that he was sending a reply but instead a picture went through. The minute it loaded you threw the phone up into the air. You stared at the screen now face up on the bed. He had pulled down his underwear to reveal a hard veiny cock. His thumb was pressed against it and it looked at least 7 inches. It was thick like a beer bottle and had a darker red tip. You guess you deserved this, you did play into his game, but you expected more warning before someone just dropped a dick pic on you. He wrote another message, “I’ll be in London this weekend, I’ll probably go out in Mayfair on Saturday, I’d love to see that butt there,” more winky faces accompanied the message. This guy couldn’t resist. You momentarily thought back to masturbating. You remembered how much you wanted something more than that thin fingers inside you. Something to fill you and stretch your soft walls. Ew, but not this dickhead. You closed the chat and pulled yourself off the bed.

Maybe it wouldn’t matter, maybe when you woke up tomorrow this journey would be over. You wondered where Jane was now. Was she dead or just in like mental purgatory? How did body snatching work? Even worse, were you gone, erased from human history or was she just in another dimension occupying your body? Like a multidimensional freaky Friday. Fuck you had to stop thinking about it, if you got too caught up in what ifs it’d stop you from functioning. You had to just keep charge and control the situation at hand. You gathered up the cloths you found and started putting on your outfit.