A journey to the airport, part1

"Relax, Tim," she said, her voice still a perfect mimic of Tracy's. "It's just a little game. Besides, you're going to love the 'new' me." She winked, the gesture feeling foreign and wrong in Tracy's body.

"Stop with your jokes Bev, it's serious!"

Beverly watched Tim's panic with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "I'm not joking, Tim," she said, her voice still a perfect Tracy. "The trip can't be canceled. It's all paid for and non-refundable. Plus, I've always wanted to go to Hawaii." She twirled a lock of Tracy's hair around her finger.

"Yeah, Tracy too..."

Tim's voice trailed off as he sank onto the bed, his thoughts racing. The trip to Hawaii had been a surprise for Tracy, something he had been planning for months. It was supposed to be a chance for them to escape the mundane and just be together, but now it was a trap. A twisted game played by the girl he had never truly understood, his own sister.

Tim felt the weight of the situation settle heavily on his shoulders. Beverly had always been the wild one, craving freedom from their overbearing parents, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. The thought of her trapped in Tracy's body while Tracy was... where? He didn't even want to think about it. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Alright, Bev, but you have to promise me you won't do anything crazy. We need to figure out how to switch back."

"Oh, don't worry about me, Tim," she said, her voice still a flawless Tracy impersonation. She leaned against the doorframe, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I've got this all under control. Besides, I've always wanted to experience life as a 'goddess'." She traced a finger down her stomach, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yeah anyway... Do you know where Tracy's mind is?!"Tim ask worried

"Hmm," she said, tapping her chin with a manicured nail. "Let's just say she's... taking a little nap."

"so....she is still there with you?!"

"Ah, yes," Beverly said, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and malice as she stepped closer to Tim, still in Tracy's body. "She's taking a little siesta in her own mind, while I'm out here enjoying the party. It's like having the keys to the kingdom, except the kingdom is your girlfriend's body." She winked, the gesture feeling eerily inappropriate on Tracy's perfect face. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Besides, she's not missing much. Just a trip to Hawaii paid for by a clueless boyfriend. What could be more boring than that?"

"shut up Bev, we need to find a way out of her before the trip!"

"Oh, you mean the spell I used to swap bodies with Tracy?" she asked, her voice a perfect blend of innocence and taunt. "Well, that's a bit of a problem, Timmy. You see, when I read it, the paper... well, it sort of burned to ashes in my hand...."she said with false concern"

What?!" Tim's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean it burned? How are we supposed to reverse this?" He felt his heart race as he stared at Beverly in disbelief.

"Fine," he sighed heavily, resigning himself to the bizarre reality. "If we can't reverse this now, we'll deal with it in Hawaii. We can't miss the flight." He stood up, his gaze lingering on the body that should have been his girlfriend's. "But you have to promise me, Bev, no funny business. We're going to get this sorted out as soon as the plane land."

"Pinky promise," she said, holding out her hand, a playful smile tugging at the corners of Tracy's lips. But Tim could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, and he knew she was enjoying this far too much. He took a deep breath and **** himself to shake 'Tracy's' hand, feeling the firm grip of his sister's spirit in his girlfriend's body.

Tim walked over to the closet and pulled out the bag Tracy had packed for the trip. He handed it over to Beverly, with a mix of dread and hope. "Here," he said, his voice strained. "There's a yellow sundress in there, some extra clothes, and a hat with sunglasses. We need to keep up appearances, at least until we can figure out what's going on." He watched as she took the bag, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the sunny attire. She pulled out the sundress, holding it against her body and twirling around in a way that was eerily reminiscent of Tracy. "This is perfect," she said, her voice still that of his girlfriend's, but with a newfound edge of glee. "I've always wanted to wear something like this."

"But Tim," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable changing in front of you." She bit her lip, feigning innocence. "I mean, you're my brother, after all." She stepped closer to him, her barely-covered body swaying seductively. "What would Tracy think?"

Tim felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the thought of his sister in his girlfriend's body, acting so brazenly. He stepped back, his eyes scanning the room for a moment of respite from the situation. "You're right, Bev," he said, his voice hoarse. "This is... weird." He swallowed hard, trying to push down the conflicting emotions rising within him. "Why don't you just use the bathroom?" He gestured towards the door, trying to keep his gaze on her face, not wanting to give into the temptation of her curvy figure. "I'll wait out here." He leaned against the wall, his heart thudding in his chest. This was not how he had envisioned his morning, and certainly not how he wanted to start their trip to Hawaii