Yes she is for the right price

This time, Harry Osborne’s name flashed across the screen, the text crisp and formal: "Are you free this weekend?"

Felicia’s nail tapped the edge of her phone case once, twice before she typed back, "Yes, I’m free. Is this a black dress event or a casual dress event?" The seconds stretched as she watched the ellipsis pulse, her reflection warped in the dark screen.

The reply came sharp, clinical: "Black dress. I need a favor—act like we’re in a relationship for the night. I’ll pay you $500."

A breath hissed between her teeth.

Felicia needing the money to pay rent she replys.

Felicia’s thumb hovered over the screen, the glow casting sharp shadows across her bitten-down nails. She exhaled through her nose—slow, deliberate—before typing: "500 for the night. Extra 100 for any kissing of any kind. And I’m down." The send button clicked like a lock engaging.

Across the room, her backpack gaped open where she’d shoved the dildo inside, a single strap dangling limp over the edge. The scent of artificial strawberries from last night’s lube still clung to her fingertips as she wiped them against her thigh.

Harry’s reply buzzed against her palm: Fine. You got yourself a deal. The words blinked up at her, sterile and transactional. Felicia exhaled through her nose, the air whistling between her teeth as she tossed the phone onto the rumpled sheets.

Her gaze flicked to the backpack, its half-open mouth revealing the gleam of silicone still peeking through. She crossed the room in three quick strides, fingers closing around the dildo’s base still tacky with dried lube and yanked it free. The suction cup resisted for a heartbeat before releasing with a wet pop that made her jaw clench.

Felicia shoved the dildo beneath the bed with her foot, the motion sharp enough to send dust bunnies skittering across the hardwood. The sudden metallic tang of the bus brakes screeching outside her window made her shoulders tense—she was late. She grabbed her backpack, the strap snapping against her collarbone as she bolted for the door, her keys jangling like broken bells in her shaking hand. The elevator reeked of bleach and someone’s forgotten lunch as she jabbed the lobby button, watching the numbers descend with her teeth sunk into her lower lip.

Across town, Michael’s car engine growled to life, the vibration thrumming up through his thighs as he adjusted the rearview mirror.

The two make their way to school as Felicia on the bus gets cat called by a couple of the guys at back of the bus while Michael driving his car makes it to school without any problems

The bus lurched forward, pressing Felicia against the vinyl seat as laughter erupted from the back a low, predatory sound that slithered between the rows. "Hey snowflake," one voice drawled, followed by the wet smack of a kiss blown in her direction. Her fingers tightened around the seatback in front of her, knuckles bleaching white, as another voice added, "Bet that mouth does more than pout." The words clung to her skin like grease. She focused on the cracked window, counting the sidewalk seams flashing past one Mississippi, two Mississippi until her stop shuddered into view.

We cut back to Michael driving his car as he gets a text. About harry taking Felicia to his dad event tonight.

Michael’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as his phone buzzed in the cupholder, the screen casting a sickly blue glow across his knuckles. He flicked his gaze down just long enough to catch Harry’s name then the car behind him laid on its horn, the sound ripping through the morning air like a gunshot. His foot jerked off the brake, rolling forward another three inches before stopping again, the line of cars ahead unmoving. The phone buzzed a second time, insistent.

He snatched it up, thumb smearing sweat across the screen as he unlocked it.

Michael texts back sure that no problem Harry have fun with Felicia hope you have some good fun with her.

Michael’s thumbs jabbed at the screen, the letters blurring under the smear of his fingerprints. Sure. No problem, Harry. Have fun with Felicia. The send button clicked with finality, but his thumb hovered—then added, Hope you have some good fun with her, before he could stop himself. The words sat there, too casual, too hollow. The car horn blared again, jolting him back into his seat as traffic lurched forward.

Felicia’s bus doors hissed open, exhaling a gust of stale air into the morning. She shoved past a man in a stained work jacket, his cigarette breath hot against her cheek as he muttered something she didn’t catch.

Felicia lucky makes it to school without any problems or hurting anyone while Michael at school thinks to himself who Felicia as he doesn't know that is peters new body name

The man's muttered words followed Felicia as she stumbled onto the sidewalk, her sneaker catching on the curb. She righted herself with a gasp, the backpack strap biting deeper into her shoulder. Across the street, the biology building loomed, its glass doors reflecting the distorted shape of her sprinting form a blur of tangled hair and clenched fists.

Inside, Michael drummed his fingers against a lab table, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap drowning out the professor’s droning voice. His gaze drifted to the empty seat two rows ahead, where some new girl Felicia, the TA had called her was supposed to be. The name nagged at him, sticky and unfamiliar.

As role call happen they both have to remember to say here to their respective new names as they still getting used to everything that change for them unfamiliar.

The professor’s nasal voice cut through the humid classroom air as he unrolled the attendance sheet. "Felicia Hardy?"

Felicia’s tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. The new name her name now still tasted foreign, like a sugar cube dissolving too slowly. "Here," she rasped, too loud, wincing as a few heads turned. The vinyl seat creaked under her shifting weight.

Three rows back, the professor droned on. "Michael jane?"

A muscle twitched in his jaw. His fingers, still tapping the lab table, froze mid-rhythm. The pause stretched a second too long. Then he says im heard you yes im here.

Class goes well enough as Felicia is able to cheat off her class mates next to her to get the right answers but look like she not cheating while Michael dos ok just enough to pass but not fantastic

Felicia exhaled through her nose, watching the professor’s lips move mitochondria, ribosomes while her eyes darted left. The girl beside her had perfect cursive, each answer a neat little bullet point. Felicia mimicked the angle of her neck, tilting just enough to catch endoplasmic reticulum before snapping her gaze forward, scribbling it down with a flourish. Her pen squeaked.

Michael’s knee bounced under the table, his own notes a mess of half-legible arrows and smudged terms. He circled Golgi apparatus twice, then scratched it out.