Another unexpected switch

You groan as consciousness slams into you, your head pounding and your body feeling heavy and unfamiliar. You open your eyes and immediately notice something is different. Your hands—no, these hands—are large, calloused, and distinctly male. You bolt upright, the motion sending a wave of nausea through you, and look down at your body.

“What the…?” you mutter, your voice deep and gravelly.

You’re no longer Lucy. You’re in a man’s body—a muscular, broad-shouldered body with a thick chest and arms that look like they’ve spent years lifting weights. You scramble to the mirror, almost tripping over your own feet in your haste. The reflection staring back at you is a stranger: a ruggedly handsome man with stubble on his jaw, short-cropped hair, and intense dark eyes. You flex your hands, watching the muscles in your arms ripple. It’s surreal, but there’s no denying it—you’ve swapped again.

“Am I going to swap every time I watch that damn video?"

You glance at the TV. The DVD player is still on, but the screen is blank. The disc has ejected itself, sitting in the open tray of the DVD player, almost mockingly.

Before you can process what’s happened, the door bangs again, the knocking more insistent. You freeze, unsure what to do.

“Hey, open up!” a gruff voice demands.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and open the door. Standing there is the motel manager, a scowling middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a gut that spills over his belt. His eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down.

“I got complaints about the noise,” he says, his tone accusatory. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

You back at the blank TV. “Uh, just watching a movie,” you stammer, trying to sound casual. “Sorry about the noise. I’ll keep it down.”

The manager eyes you suspiciously, then follows your gaze. He sees the porn disc in the player. “Looks like some movie."

"Um, yeah" you say, fidgeting. You're nearly as out of place in this tall, buff body as you were as a woman. You feel weirdly self conscious.

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not supposed to be watching that kind of stuff in here, you know, especially loud enough to disturb the other guests." He pauses for a second. "Maybe I should hang onto it until you check out?"

You freeze. Would that be such a bad thing? Part of you is curious if he will be affected by the DVD's apparent body-swapping-power too, and if he is...

"You know what, sure. I'll grab it when I check out."

You hand him the disc, and he smirks and walks away before you can change your mind.

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