The perfect trade - Part 2 (Patreon)

Jasmine sat comfortably in her new bedroom, a freshly baked blueberry muffin in her hand. The room was simpler than she was used to, filled with books and decorated in soft, pastel colors. But that didn’t matter to her now. She took a big bite of the muffin, savoring the taste. The sweet blueberries burst in her mouth, and she felt pure joy.

Before the switch, she never would have enjoyed such a simple pleasure. She had always been on a strict diet, always watching her weight, always wary of the slightest calorie. Her original body, that of the popular girl everyone knew, had come with many constraints. She had to maintain her figure, look perfect all the time, and make sure she was always in top shape. It was exhausting.

Brooklyn’s body was different. She was of average build, not skinny, but not overweight either. Brooklyn could eat anything and not gain a pound. Jasmine had often watched her from afar in the college cafeteria, enviously eyeing the pizza or cupcakes Brooklyn would sometimes enjoy. Jasmine had always wished she could eat like that without having to worry about her figure. And now she could.

She took another bite of the muffin, her mind wandering while she savored the silence. The lack of friends was lovely, and she couldn’t help but feel a little blessed by everything that had happened. The body swap clinic had been a random discovery. She had gone there on a whim, thinking it might be fun to experience life from a different perspective. When she bumped into Brooklyn, they'd chatted and soon realized that they both wanted something the other had. Brooklyn wanted Jasmine’s popularity and the confidence that came with it, while Jasmine craved the freedom of Brooklyn's quiet life. The idea of a temporary swap had been thrown out casually, but the more they talked about it, the more appealing it became.

Jasmine crossed her legs, taking a moment to look down at her new body. She was wearing a revealing top and leggings, so different from the tight dresses and heels she used to wear. She loved this new feeling of comfort. No more squeezing into outfits or enduring painful shoes. She felt free. Of course, it wasn’t like she couldn’t wear those things. Despite what Brooklyn thought, she had a beautiful body. With a little bit of makeup, straightening her hair, and showing off a bit of skin, Brooklyn’s body could easily be cuter than Jasmine’s own body.

“I still can’t believe she said yes,” she laughed. After spending nearly two weeks in their new bodies, Jasmine had thrown around the idea of making the swap permanent. Life had changed dramatically after Brooklyn eagerly agreed. Now, Jasmine no longer had to attend the endless parties or keep up with the latest trends. Instead, she found joy in simple things like reading a book or taking a walk in the park. She could live her life. She had started baking too, something she had always wanted to do but never had the time for. The muffin she was eating now was her own creation.

As she finished the muffin, she felt a sense of contentment. She was no longer in the limelight, no longer the center of attention. But she was happier. She felt more genuine, more herself. The pressures of her old life were gone, replaced by a sense of peace she hadn’t known she was missing. And the fact that she had a body that didn’t have HIV or an online sex video floating around made her feel so much freer.

Jasmine leaned back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling. She remembered the last time she saw her original body. Brooklyn was enjoying her new life, hosting parties and making tons of new friends. They had both found what they were looking for, and this ended up being the perfect trade.