Author's Note: I could get pretty racy with this. I decided to keep it slightly vague, with innuendos. Let me know if you feel it's too adult.
Chapter Two, Body Swap: Girls and Boys
Becker woke up and realized he was laying on someone. Then he saw two big, hairy arms.
He was lying with a guy?
Then he felt his own body, soft and small. He remembered. He was inside Jess' body, and she was in his.
He sighed. At least it was better than what he thought at first. He moved a little bit, causing Jess to stir. She opened his eyes.
"Morning," she said. She smiled his impish grin.
He lit up. There was something about her that glowed when she smiled, even with his mouth.
"Morning," he said.
She smiled, running his hand through her long hair. They lay still for a moment. "I could get used to this," she said.
"What? No way!" he cried forcefully, alarming her.
She looked frightened and a touch annoyed. "Why?"
"Why? Jess, I think you're adorable, but I prefer your body on you! I'm sorry, but I can definitely not get used to waking up in your body."
Jess giggled, and it was strange to see his face so innocent. "You idiot! I could get used to waking up with you, not waking up in your body!"
"Oh."
She giggled harder, and made him smile.
"In that case, Jess, yes, I could get used to this too."
She smiled. "That's better."
He laughed. "I guess we should move."
She sighed. "I guess. Too bad."
"Yeah, but I want my body back. The sooner we get moving, the sooner we can push Temple to find a way to switch us back."
"Right. Let's get ready."
Becker frowned as she said that. "Get each other's bodies ready?"
They both blushed. "Yeah, this could be...awkward," she said.
"Very."
"Well, um, I guess, we could dress our own bodies, while the other keeps his, her eyes closed?" she suggested.
He stared, at her. "I don't know..."
"Or, I could just tell you what to put on, but, um...I'm not sure I want you to see me, um, without clothes on...I mean, not this way," she said with a slight grin.
"Yeah, this isn't as much fun," he said, smirking.
She laughed. "Let's get this over with. Wait, you don't have any clothes here."
"I have a spare uniform in the car."
"Good," she said. "Should we...try to shower?"
His face went white. Then he raised her eyebrow, and said, "Also not as fun this way."
She lightly slapped her arm, and said, "Becker."
He laughed. "Yeah, this is very awkward."
Finally, they decided the best idea was to get ready together. So, Becker retrieved his uniform and an emergency shaving kit with some personal items.
"Ready?" she asked. He nodded.
They went to the bathroom, and Becker closed her eyes, as she undressed her body. "This is really strange."
He laughed. "It is." He tried to remain calm. He felt her pulling the clothes off. Even though it was her body, he could feel that he was getting...excited.
Jess felt it too. She pushed him gently in the shower, and helped him lather her body. "Um...Jess, you sure you want me...touching your body?" he asked.
She sighed. "I don't want you smelling. I mean me. I mean. Ugh. Do the best you can."
"OK."
He tried not to think about the specific body parts as he ran the sponge over them. "We really should have slept together."
"Excuse me?"
He smiled, mischievously. "The night of the opera. If we had...you know, this might not be so uncomfortable today."
She watched the suds over her own body, and realized something strange was happening to his.
"It would still be this uncomfortable, believe me." She cursed. She had an idea what was going on inside his body, with the hormones and stuff but it was uncomfortable and embarrassing.
She was getting horny by watching her own body. Yuck.
"Get out," she said flatly.
Becker looked amused. "Excuse me?" he asked, with eyes still closed.
"Sorry. I...uh...Oh my god. This so wrong. I'm so embarrassed. Becker...your body is...um...happy."
He burst out laughing. "Yeah, that happens when I look at you."
"Becker!" she cried, but then she became curious. "Really?"
He chuckled. "Really. Sorry. This is so awkward."
She blushed, and relaxed. "It's OK. You make me...excited too. I'm just not used to experiencing it as a guy."
He laughed. "OK, look let's switch," he said. "We'll wrap a towel around you, uh, me, and then we'll stick you in cold water. It helps."
"Good. I don't like this."
He laughed again, and Jess wrapped a towel around her body, then slipped her robe around Becker. Then she quickly braided her long, wet hair.
"That's different," said Becker, as the hair sagged down his back.
"Never wore a braid?"
"Can't say that I have," said Becker. "Well, one body down."
Jess laughed nervously. She closed his eyes, and he undressed her. The feel of him taking off her clothes was not helping her...situation. Finally, she felt cold water over his body and he was right, it did help.
"It also helps to think of unsexy things," he said, lightly running a sponge over his body. "I usually focus on Temple."
She burst out laughing. "Thanks, that did help." She chuckled, and took a deep breath. "I think I'm alright now."
"Good. Sorry, Jess. I know this is weird."
"Very. On the plus side, we're doing this together. It's just another thing that will bring us closer."
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "Can't get much closer."
"Oh, yes we can."
"Jessica!"
She giggled. He turned off the faucet, and pulled her out, wrapping a towel around. "The rest should be easy compared to that," he said.
"Yep. Don't worry. I'll dress you in something adorable."
"Thanks Jess," he said sarcastically. "Got anything black?"
"You're so funny. No."
"How about you wear slacks today?"
"Are you kidding? No!"
"I'm sorry, but I'd rather not have guys checking me out."
She giggled. "OK, nothing too sexy."
"Or pink."
"Fine."
"Or light purple."
"It's called lavender, Becker."
"Or girly blue or that lemon yellow or wimpy green..."
"Becker, shut up!"
He smirked. He stood in the middle of her room, eyes closed, as she pulled clothes on him.
"This is pretty erotic, Jess."
"No, it isn't. Don't get me started again, please."
He laughed. "I'm so glad we kissed, or this would be unbearable."
"It would. I'm so glad you finally made a move."
"You could have."
"Excuse me? I have been! You're just too thick!"
He laughed. "When I open my eyes, I'm not going to be hit with a rainbow, am I?"
"Maybe..."
He groaned.
"OK. I look cute. Open."
He opened his eyes to see Jess had put on a sage green skirt, navy blue sweater, and a red bead necklace. "You toned it down, didn't you?"
"A little, but I'm still adorable."
"Yes, you are. Thank you, Jess."
She giggled, and leaned down to kiss him. Instead of his normal thick, full lips, she was greeted with soft, delicate lips. 'I'm kissing my own mouth!' she thought.
She broke off. "That's just weird."
"I know. I like kissing softer lips," he said, smiling.
She beamed, and blushed. "Now, for the hair and makeup."
"Makeup? No way!"
"Becker, it's my face. I need to be suitably done up."
Becker cursed, and sat still as she put on eye shadow, liner and mascara.
"Ow!"
"Stop moving!"
"You hit my eye!"
"It's my eye, Becker, and I wouldn't have if you'd hold still."
"What the hell kind of torture do you girls put yourselves through?"
Jess giggled. "Aren't you more appreciative, now?"
"No."
She giggled as she finished her eyes, then did her cheeks and lips.
"This is humiliating," complained Becker.
"Thank you for letting me to do this."
"Only you, Jessica, and if you tell anyone I let you, I will kill you."
"Me? Really?"
He raised her eyebrow. "Maybe not kill," he said.
She smiled. "Now I'll just fix my hair. I think a simple ponytail."
Becker rolled her eyes. He tried to remain calm as she blew her hair dry and fashioned it.
"Good. Done!" Jess cried happily.
"Thank God!" he cried, scrambling to get away from his torturer.
"Don't you want to look in the mirror?"
"No, Jessica. I'd rather have two black eyes, deep scratches, and big purple bruises on my face, then even think about wearing makeup."
She giggled. "It's actually me, wearing the makeup."
"I'm in here for the time being." He grumbled. "That was truly horrifying. Let's get to the ARC and switch back."
"OK. My turn," said Jess. "Or you. Whatever."
Becker picked up the black uniform.
"Do I have to wear that?"
"Yes, Jess, but I suppose we could stop by my place."
"What are the odds you'd dress me in something colorful there?"
He smirked. "Not great, then, you'd have to change into this at the ARC anyway."
She frowned. "Fine." She closed his eyes, and held his arms out. "Dress me."
It was so funny. She looked so like Jess, only in a 6 foot tall, rugged body.
"OK, here we go," he said. He pulled his trousers on first.
Jess giggled. "You're tickling me."
"I am not."
"Well, I'm giggling," she said, as he gently pulled the pants up his legs. She giggled more. "Your body's ticklish!"
"It is not!"
She giggled more.
"Jess, if you don't stop..."
"What are you going to do, tickle me?"
Becker shook her head, as the tall form in front of him giggled and squirmed in a very unmanly manner. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and down his body.
She giggled. "It's still tickling me! Oh, you're in so much trouble! Now that I know how ticklish you are, boy are you going to get it when we change back!"
"I am not ticklish, Jessica. I am a Captain in the British military..."
She broke his sentence with girlish giggling coming out of that normally stoic face.
"Everyone at the ARC's going to think I've gone bonkers," he said, as Jess collapsed on her bed, giggling.
End of Chapter Two
