This story takes place just after the events of Holiday.
Rated for (slightly crude) mention of boy and girl parts, and sexual situations, but nothing graphic.
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"Dammit, sir." Jack's voice echoed in the small concrete room.
Jack stared, slack-jawed, eyes wide, as the now-familiar tingling sensation dissipated and the enormity of what he had just done became clear. Apparently the little clip that was attached to the device's handle was attached at the other end to Carter's laptop. Which was on Carter's lap.
"Crap." Double crap. It was Carter's voice that echoed in his, no, make that, her ears. And it was himself that was glaring back at him over the alien device.
"This is exactly why I was working ALONE on this…oh, this is just too weird." Carter in Jack's body broke off her tirade, distracted by the bizarre phenomenon she was experiencing. She stepped back from the machine and stared down at Jack's hands as she wriggled his fingers, then brought those fingers up to feel along his jaw, rough from a day's beard growth. "This is amazing."
"Yeah?" Jack watched her, experiencing for a second time in as many days the sensation of watching himself as if in some kind of possessed mirror. As tempting as it was, he did not dare commence the same sort of exploration of the body which he now possessed, trying hard not to think too hard about the ramifications of this most recent switch. I'm in Carter's body. Don't think about it, don't think about it. Oh my god, I'm in Carter's body.
"Captain Carter." Her voice again. That was sooo weird.
"Sir?"
"If you don't mind." He gestured toward her, indicating how she was now feeling along his chest and ribcage. He saw his own cheeks color, as she realized what she was doing. If he started doing that…
"Sorry, sir."
"Maybe we should just get this un-done."
"How do you propose we do that, sir?"
"Can't we just do what we did before? We just need another person."
"What other person? It's 0200 hours."
"There are SF's all over the place, and gate techs."
"No way, sir. I'm not letting just anybody into my…body."
"It will just be for a second."
"No, sir."
No, sir? His little captain got mighty spunky when she was …well, not so little. "Then who?"
"Janet."
"She's not here."
"I'll call her."
"Fine."
"Lets go to my lab."
This room had no phone. And no surprise she would want to use a private phone. He watched himself cross around the device and brush by him as she headed for the door. She stopped.
"Come with me, Sir."
"Why?"
"Because, I'm not letting my body out of my sight. Especially with you in it."
"Hey, I'm not the one who was giving my body the pat down over there."
She blushed again, but recovered quickly. "Exactly my point, sir."
"What?"
But she was on the move again, opening the door and pausing only to ensure that he was following. Setting aside the laptop, he jumped up and followed behind her, watching his own ass as she moved purposefully through the corridors to the elevator. As much as he tried not to think about it, it was impossible not to notice one very obvious thing. His…stuff…was missing. His cock, his balls; definitely not there. Strange. He would have expected that the presence of other things, of …Don't think it, don't think it…tits, yes tits, breasts, Carter's great rack, would have been much more noticeable than the absence of his own equipment, but actually, there was not that much sensation in the chest area. Her bra seemed to keep everything pretty motionless, although the straps were definitely a bit uncomfortable.
He looked down at them. He had to. Okay, slightly different view, but not all that exciting. At least not more exciting than usual. He shimmied a little, just enough to get a little bit of movement. He felt that. He could feel the weight of them. Hmm.
"Sir!"
He looked up just as he walked into her, not realizing that they had arrived at the elevator and she had turned to catch him in the act. He looked up at her sheepishly.
"Sorry."
She sighed. "I guess this is a lot different than just switching with Teal'c. Oh, except the symbiote…"
"…was extremely weird. But, this is weirder."
"Is it?"
"Don't you think? I mean, you've got…" He gestured very generally toward his own pants-fly area feeling suddenly very conflicted.
On the one hand, it was mortifying to think that she was now, very literally in possession of his body. Certain parts of his body, to be specific, which, the longer they stayed this way, she was more likely to actually see and/or touch. And that very thought, the thought of her touching him there caused a rush of heat to his groin. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't the familiar twitch of his cock but rather a similar pleasurable surge of heat and, oh god, a gush of warm wetness. He closed his eyes, feeling a flush raise in his cheeks.
"What the hell are you doing, sir?"
His eyes snapped open to reveal a very pissed-looking himself glaring back at him. Okay, there wasn't another hand. He was just mortified.
"Call the damn elevator, Carter. We need to undo this thing. Right. Now."