Body Swap App Novels & Stories

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Lyra stood barefoot. She cut her palm. “House,” she whispered, “Take this. Take the night I woke up alone. Take the fear. Take the pain. Leave me my family.” Her blood dripped into the basin. The crystal exploded with white light. Lyra screamed. Not because it hurt. Because something was leaving her. The accident. The swap. The cold awakening. Gone. She collapsed. Kael caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra. Look at me.”

Because there’s absolutely no way that I, a fully capable, somewhat organized adult, would inadvertently swap apartments with someone else. My fingers hover uncertainly over the keyboard, poised to blast off a furious email, but a response arrives before I can even start. “Hi there! Due to an error in our system, your housing arrangement has been temporarily swapped with another tenant, effective immediately. Please check the attached details. We apologize for the inconvenience!” Inconvenience? I meticulously plan everything. I triple-check contracts. I steer clear of random, last-minute “errors.” So, how in the world did my carefully arranged apartment just get lent out to some stranger?

I guess it's an occupational habit, but being a teacher, I’m very inquisitive, so I stated. “I don’t mean to sound ignorant or clueless, even though I might be, but I’ll ask anyway. You don’t mean couple swap? I know there are so many new terms and sayings for things these days, it's hard to keep up.” “Yes, that’s correct. There’s an app similar to a dating app for couples interested in doing a couple swap,” Sarah says. My brain froze in surprise. Gavin and Sarah noticed my expression. Things were dead silent for a second.

Sofia’s P.O.V I had packed the clothes I could into a bag and little essentials. I had managed to creep into the kitchen, making as little noise as possible while I got some snacks. I had placed the three snack bars I had found on the counter then moved to the fridge. I pulled it open. The cold air hit me instantly. I reached in and grabbed a bottle of water then a bottle of apple juice. I nodded before shutting the door back. I moved to the counter and scooped the bars into my hands.