The swimming pool

The idea of showing off Ash's - your - body sends a thrill through your belly and makes you weak at the knees. You hold the swimsuit up to yourself and admire the look in the mirror. It certainly wouldn't be considered out of place at the pool, and you were sure Ash wouldn't mind you taking her out for a spin, especially with the note ...

Stuffing the swimsuit and a towel into a backpack, you throw on the workout gear and head out of the flat. Ash's trainers feel strange on your feet, and before you know it, you've broken out into a run. The breeze is refreshing against your soft cheeks as your new bust bounces with each stride. It feels incredible. You feel free.

Right up until you realize you're going the wrong way.

"Shit," you mutter, before jumping with surprise again at the feminine voice that leaves your lips. "Oh, this is so weird."

You turn around, still getting used to this whole new set of experiences, and head towards the pool.

Every time you pass someone on the way there, you expect them to say something. To question you, to ask, "Hey, you got a license for that body?" But no one does. Even when you talk to the cashier at the pool, they treat you as a completely normal college student, not a crazy guy in the body of his surprisingly hot best friend. You feel a little bad about using Ash's card to pay for your experiment, but you reason that you'll pay her back later. If you return to your old body.

Weaving through the almost-empty changing area, you find an empty cubicle and dump your bag on the bench. Then you take the swimsuit out and hold it in your hands. You hang it on a hook and stare at it. Imagining what it will feel like, clinging to your body, hugging your curves, makes you tremble with excitement. Without letting yourself overthink it any longer, you strip naked and pull it on.

You stride out into the humid air of the pool room. Your legs are bare right up to your crotch and ass, and the movement of air against your skin feels ... right. Just like the way the swimsuit traps your boobs and pushes them out for everyone to see feels right.

Again, you are hit with a sense of vertigo. Looking at everyone else in the pool, you expect someone to stop you and tell you that you can't be here, that you can't be wearing that. Instead, people only look at you briefly before looking away again.