Chapter 8 – Naked

Edward

Look, I had nothing against Bella taking care of her needs in my body, but what I walked in on in that bathroom took it to a whole other level.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked in shock.

It seriously looked like she was tickling it, or maybe using it as a …guitar? I don't know, but it was freaking weird.

My words must have startled her, because she slipped – probably on some cum – and fell flat on my ass.

"Oh shit. Are you okay?" I asked, leaning into the shower to make sure she wasn't seriously injured.

"What are you doing in here?" she screeched as she used my hands to cover my chest and dick. As if it wasn't my chest and dick that I had my entire life. What was the point in covering the chest anyway? "Get out!"

"I'm not leaving until I know you haven't given me a concussion. I still want that body back," I told her.

"I'm naked!" she hissed.

"You're me," I reminded her.

"Well, then I don't want my body seeing yours naked, so get out!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. If you're not in my room in ten minutes, I'm coming back in here for you."

I left her alone, but I couldn't get that image out of my mind as I returned to my room. Bella, playing with my dick, was not something I would ever forget. Even though she was technically me, she was still Bella, and that was fucking hilarious. The way she was all hunched over to get a better look – the thought of it gave me a sudden jolt, straight to my crotch. It only lasted a moment, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel nice, though it was confusing as hell. Why did that image cause that reaction? So freaking weird.

When she finally stormed her way back, I did all I could to keep a straight face as she raged.

"How did you get in there? I locked the damn door! How long did you watch me?"

"Calm down," I told her. "I didn't stand there and watch. I just walked in and asked what you were doing."

"I locked the door," she repeated.

"Yeah, well that lock is broken, so…"

"Why did you even come in there like that?" she questioned, abruptly getting emotional. "You knew I was in there."

"I knew you were in there, but you were gone for a long time. I got worried something happened to you."

"You got worried? While I was in your house?" she asked incredulously as she wiped away an angry tear rolling down her cheek.

"Yeah, I did, because Jimmy is a jackass and he could have come home, and this neighborhood is bad, and I didn't know why it was taking so long. I knocked, but I guess the shower was too loud for you to hear it."

"Well, I don't know what you think you saw, but I was just washing. This body stunk, so it needed a good scrubbing."

I smirked; I couldn't help myself. We both knew what she was really doing. "Whatever you say, Princess."

"Don't! I'm not lying," she said, though for whatever reason, her anger morphed into humor. "I'm not," she said with a slight giggle.

I threw my hands up in defense. "Whatever you say… but dicks are kind of fun, right?" I asked with a wink.

She refused to answer, but her coy smirk and slight head shake said it all.

She seemed to get over whatever embarrassment she had, and we decided to get out of the house for a while. I was going stir crazy and she needed some air, so we got into my truck and went for a drive. We didn't speak much, but the silence was comfortable. Almost like being alone with yourself, except, not alone.

I kept glancing at her as she watched the world whiz by out the window. The rush of the wind blew through her hair attached to my head, or her head, no, my head, making it look wild and so unlike the hair I had always known. More importantly, her face, my face, looked so much calmer since her shower rubdown, which I could completely relate to. But she did look pensive, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Did the world look the same through my eyes as it did through hers? What was the point to our switch? What caused it? Why did it happen to us? Had the entire universe shifted in a way that nothing would ever feel normal again? What if this was our new normal?

So many thoughts.

So many questions.

But of all the questions I had, the loudest and most important wasn't a "what" or "why", but a "when". When would we switch back?

We had no answers, so we needed to do our best to live in the life we currently had for however long it took. That meant giving it a real and genuine try.

"What are you doing?" Bella asked when I turned down a rural road and pulled over.

"Come on, get out," I said while opening my door.

"Why?" she asked but complied.

"Switch me," I told her as I walked around the truck to the passenger side so she could take my place behind the wheel.

"You know I can't drive," she grumbled.

"Yeah, but there is no better time to learn," I insisted.

She reluctantly slid into the driver's seat and made my face look like it was ten years old again, about to get an injection or something equally horrifying.

"Relax, it's just driving. There is no one around, you'll be fine."

"I'm just… I don't know. My dad always said I shouldn't," she mumbled, sweating bullets. The sweat was weird to see, since it wasn't one of my body's normal reactions to stress. I suppose it must have been a mind over matter thing.

"We're going to take it slow, okay?"

She nodded, but she was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were turning white.

"Relax," I repeated, but said it in a more calming tone. "Take a deep breath."

She did as I told her, and then she nodded and looked at me. "Okay, what's first?"

I instructed her on what to do, and I was surprised by how compliant she was. I didn't even think she was capable of being so teachable.

After some jerky starts and stops, she began to find her rhythm. The feel of the wheel, the rumble of the engine, the stiffness of the gas and brake pedals. Ol' Betsy wasn't easy to drive, but Bella was getting to know her and figuring it out.

We practiced for a few hours, then I drove us back to my house to get ready for our evening shift at the limo company. Unlike the grocery store, I didn't have a boss hovering or coworkers to worry about. Bella could just hang out in the truck while I did the work, but as I quickly realized, my short arms and smaller stature made the work go a little slower than I was used to, which was annoying.

"I'll help," Bella volunteered unexpectedly. "I'm fairly sure your body is more cut out for this type of work."

"Um… thank you?" I said, unsure if she meant it as a compliment or an insult. Knowing her, it was probably both. "But this is my job, so I got it. You did enough at the grocery store today."

"True, but I'm bored just sitting there and all my friends are partying, so I'm getting depressed. This will help take my mind off of it."

"Okay," I said slowly, unable to come up with a good excuse for her not to help.

She moaned and groaned through the grosser parts, but I had to hand it to her, she got it done. Perhaps she wasn't as helpless as either of us previously assumed.

When we finished up there, we decided it was best for me to make an appearance at her house. Her nanny-housekeeper kept texting her concerned, so with it being Sunday night, I needed to get cleaned up for school the next morning anyway.

I was coached on how to act around her staff, and then she met me in her room by climbing through the window. For someone who got all bent out of shape when I asked her to crawl through my window, she sure seemed comfortable scaling the second floor to climb through hers. Kind of hypocritical if you ask me.

"Okay so, you stink, and you can't go to school like that tomorrow… it's time for you to shower," she said hesitantly. She opened the door to her en-suite, but then paused. "On second thought, I'll draw you a bubble bath and then wash you myself. That way you'll see and touch me as little as possible."

I scoffed. "How is that fair? We both know you got to have fun washing me. I think I should get to do the same with you."

"No," she said impassively without even giving it a second thought.

"It wouldn't be me touching you," I tried reasoning. "These are your hands, so it would just be you touching yourself."

"No," she maintained. "We both know you don't care about your body being touched, but I do. Girls are more sensitive and private. I just can't handle the thought of you touching me… intimately." She whispered the last word as if there was a child around that shouldn't hear it.

"That's mighty hypocritical of you," I argued.

I wasn't even sure why I was pressing the matter. For the first time since puberty, I hadn't been inundated by sexual thoughts. Usually, I had to work hard to keep my mind busy with other things. Bella's prudish body must have had that effect on me, but in a way, I was kind of grateful. It was a nice break.

"I'm sorry, but that's how I feel," she concluded.

"Okay, so how are we doing this then?" I relented.

"I'm going to draw you a nice bubble bath, and I will wash my body while you're in there."

I shrugged and shook my head with indifference. I really didn't care.

She ran the bath in her huge private bathroom that was bigger than half my house, and then she put one of those ridiculous sleep masks over my eyes so I couldn't even see her body as I got undressed. She was taking her modesty way too far, but since I didn't care to see her naked anyway, I let it go.

Once the bath was ready, she guided me to the water and had me step in. The bubbles must have covered her bits enough because she then allowed me to take off the mask.

"Well, this is… weird," I said as I looked at the thick layer of suds surrounding me. I couldn't remember ever taking a bath before, but if I had, it was when I was really young, and I doubted it was anything like that. "So… do you do this often?" I asked, trying to crack a joke, but it came out flat.

"You just need to soak for a while. Here is a waterproof book. Don't touch my body."

She left me there for a few minutes – not sure where she went – and my solitude in the bath was very odd. It actually felt nice and smelled amazing, but the quiet made my thoughts that much louder, and the warmth relaxed me to the point of almost nervousness. It was too quiet. It felt too good. I wasn't used to experiences like that. Where did Bella go anyway?

Thoughts of Bella drifted to the way I had always seen her strutting across campus. Always so arrogant and bitchy. Always flying just a little higher than all the other girls at that school. Always so perfect. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loathed her, but deep down I knew she had every right to be the way she was. I'd never admit it to her, but Bella was sincerely hotter than all the others. She had something I couldn't quite grasp, that went beyond her money and lavish adornments. Like a butterfly amongst moths, Bella was special, she just was… which only irritated me all the more.

As my mind continued to circle around her, my body began tensing, and I wasn't exactly sure why. Bella and I had been friends at one time; back before we knew what was cool and where we fit into the social hierarchy. I may have even had a baby sized crush on her back then. Back before she found her crown and decided that peasants like me were too far beneath her. Now Princess Bella was receiving the karma she so deserved.

I smirked at the thought.

But lying there in the warm water, in her body, was more difficult than I ever thought it would be. Bella Swan was naked…. in the same room as me… so close I just had to move my hand to touch her. Hell, I was inside of her… I was inside Bella Swan.

A sudden jolt of sensation hit me right between the legs, and it began pulsating intensely. It felt similar to having an erection, but it was so much more powerful and refused to be ignored.

I knew she told me not to touch her, and I fully planned on honoring her wishes, but damn it was hard. The feeling only grew stronger as I teetered along the line between wanting to be respectful and not caring because I was desperate. Thankfully, she returned, and the sight of my own face made the feeling fade away.

"Did you touch me?" she asked with an accusatory tone.

"No. I told you I wouldn't."

"Yeah, but I know some things can be difficult."

"Do you really think I'm such a raging perv that I can't control my desires?" I asked convincingly.

"So… you're admitting you wanted to touch me?" she asked while raising one of my thick brows.

"Sorry," I lied. "You're not my type. Too high-maintenance for my taste."

"Oh, please. We both know anything with a vagina is your type."

"That is a false statement."

"So, the rumors are true then? You prefer dicks?" she asked jokingly.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that's not a real rumor, and even if it was, it would only be spread by all the dudes at school that secretly want me."

"Sure. Mike is not gay," she said strangely.

"Um… I wasn't talking about Mike."

"Yeah, you were."

I shook my head in disagreement. "I thought we were just joking around."

She was quiet for a moment, and then she nodded. "We are. Clearly joking. It's stupid, let's just finish with this bath."

She grabbed a fluffy cloud looking thing and told me to sit forward so she could wash my back.

"This is all very demeaning," I grumbled.

"Oh, stop. I'm sure there are a lot of guys that would love for their partners to bathe them."

"Yeah, their partners, but the way you're doing it makes me feel more like a child."

"Well, you are a child. Brand new to this body, so stop complaining."

It was all very awkward, but not as much as when she told me to spread my legs.

"Oh, no. The last time someone told me to do that, I got all the pubs ripped out from the roots. No thanks."

"Come on, it needs to be cleaned or I'll get an infection."

"The waxer cleaned it. It was the only decent part of the experience."

"That was yesterday. It needs to be cleaned again today."

"There is a bunch of soapy water washing everything down there. It's fine. Trus… It's fine." I was about to say 'trust me' but after she made a stink about it before, I decided to do my best to avoid that phrase.

"Can you just open up so we can get this over with?" she asked frustrated.

I really didn't have a problem with it, so I let her legs fall to the sides of the tub. I wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do, but when she took that cloud scrubby thing, and brought it to the water right where her crotch was, I couldn't help but speak up.

"Just so we are on the same page here, by you doing this, it's basically me doing it, right? I mean, that's my hand you're about to use to wash your vagina. So, either way you look at it, we're getting intimate here."

She froze as if she just realized that fact, and then she huffed and threw down the scrubber.

"Hey, you told me not to touch you. I was merely pointing out the fact that you were just about to break your own rule," I teased defensively.

"Just get out of the water," she said through gritted teeth.

"What? I thought your vagina needed to be scrubbed?" I asked with faux innocence.

"Get out!" she growled.

"O-kay," I said slowly. She asked for it, so without that mask on, I pushed on the sides of the tub and got up. Once out of the water, I stood in front of her and smirked, before brazenly looking down at her body I was in. "Nice."

Nice, was actually an understatement. Bella had an amazing body. Slender, but not skinny, and her breasts were in perfect proportion with her frame. I was aching to touch her. To explore her curves and discover exactly what made her tick. That pulsating desire between my legs returned and it was begging to be rubbed. To be that close to Princess Bella, fully nude… it was fucking mind blowing. When would I ever get that chance again?

But I kept my hands to my sides.

She didn't want to be touched, and I wasn't some douchie perv.

When I had convinced myself I wasn't going to get the opportunity to play with her, I was able to focus on my face before me. I expected her to be screaming at me to stop looking at her body, but she just stood there for a minute. Gawking. Pondering perhaps?

What was she thinking, and why was it taking her so long to do so?

I wasn't sure how much time passed. A minute? An hour? A few seconds? Finally, she blinked, and then she was in motion again. She grabbed a towel and threw it at me rather aggressively.

"I put jammies out on the bed for you to sleep in," she said emotionlessly. Then she turned and left me alone in the bathroom yet again, shutting the door behind her as she went. It almost felt like she was daring me to touch her, even though she told me not to. I hated that crap. Girls messing with guys' emotions and shit. Yes means no and no means maybe. What the fuck? I wasn't about to play that game with her, so I wrapped the towel around her and followed her out to her room.

"This is what you want me to wear?" I asked incredulously when I saw the stuff she put out. It was tiny little shorts and an even tinier top. What the fuck?

"It's what I usually wear to bed," she said defensively.

"Uh, I woke up in this bed a couple days ago, remember? I was not wearing stuff like this. It was like, an old lady nightgown, or something."

"It was top quality Chinese silk, not an old lady nightgown."

"And will we both be sleeping in this bed tonight?" I asked, pointing to her huge, much too big for one-person, frilly bed. She protested our co-sleeping the night before, so I was curious as to what her plan was for tonight.

"I'd rather you sleep on the floor," she said, but her words held no weight or seriousness behind them.

"This me, or the me that you're currently in?" I asked, pointing at my body.

"Ugh, it doesn't even matter!" she growled before grabbing my clothes out of the duffel bag we brought from my house and began changing.

"So, you don't want me to turn around again?" I asked smugly as she took off her shirt and pants and exposed my skinny frame.

"You are enjoying this way too much," she grumbled. "I suppose modesty between us doesn't work right now. Just don't get any nasty ideas."

"Oh yeah, because I'm so hot for my own body," I said with a laugh.

She was just about to get into the bed, when suddenly my phone started buzzing.

"Oh, is it that girlfriend you claim you don't have? Or do your guy friends just miss you at this hour?" she asked bitterly.

"Why the hell do you even care?" I asked, legitimately baffled.

"I don't!" she snapped back before plopping down on the bed.

I was never one to jump for my phone whenever it buzzed, but it was unusual for anyone to text me at that hour, so I made sure to check it.

It was from my mom.

Shit.

"What?" Bella asked eagerly. She must have seen the concerned expression on my face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to go home."

"What? Why?" she questioned in a sudden panic.

I sighed. "Jimmy is shockingly working an overnight shift – not that he will ever use any of that money to help us. Anyway, she is scared to be home alone, plus, she needs the truck in the morning. Damn it!"

"What? What else is wrong?"

"Nothing, it just sucks. I don't think it's a good idea for us to separate."

"But I need to be here. With school in the morning, Maggie will wake me up early, and then my driver will take me to school. If I'm not here, they will freak and call my dad."

"Fuuuck," I said, drawing out the word. "I guess we don't have any choice then."

"So… wait… that means I have to go to your house, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "That's exactly what it means.

"But how will I even get there?" she let her words abruptly stop when I dangled my truck keys in front of her. "I can't drive!" she said anxiously.

"Oh, come on, we worked on it a bunch today. You're doing better."

"Better, but not great, and certainly not good enough to drive by myself at night."

"You got it. There won't be many other cars out there right now, and there aren't any tough turns or confusing streets between here and my house. You'll be fine."

"Even if I make it, then what? Hang out with your mom? You said she was scared. What is she scared of? Should I be scared too?"

"No, she is just paranoid and probably coming down from her latest binge so she can work in the morning. No big deal. You don't have to talk to her or anything. Just go to bed; she just wants to know I'm there."

"And what about in the morning? How do I get to school without a driver or the truck?"

"I have a skateboard under my bed."

She folded her arms and glared at me.

"On second thought, I'll text Jasper and have him come pick you up. It's cool. He does that sometimes."

"Jasper? Your gay friend?"

"No, that's Peter. Jasper is the one with the black hair."

"The eyeliner guy that likes to wear dog collars?" she whined.

"Hey, don't judge him; Jasper is probably the most decent person I know. You can just walk if you want."

"Ugh, whatever. Fine. Text Jasper. I'll do my best to pretend to be you."

"Just don't talk to him. Tell him you have a sore throat or something. It will be cool."

I gave her my keys and watched as she climbed out the second-floor window to make her way down the trellis. I probably should have gone with her and then walked back alone, but I was far too cute to be walking that far alone at night. I'd either get murdered or eaten by a wolf. Both, equally unappealing.

"Hey Bella," I whisper-yelled down to her.

Once she reached the ground, she looked up at me.

"Just take it slow. You know how to drive her. Trust your instincts."

She nodded nervously.

"Hey," I said again when she was about to head to my truck.

"What?" she asked frustrated.

"When you have to use the bathroom, just remember – 'Shake it once, that's fine. Shake it twice, that's okay. Shake it three times and you're playing with yourself'."

That was always my favorite line from Good Charlotte's 'The Anthem' song, and I was thrilled with myself that I actually got to use it. Seeing Bella's resentment on my face made it all the better.

"Text me when you get there so I know I'm not dead," I added through my chuckles.

She flipped me off, and then was on her way, screeching the tires as she went.

The next day at school was definitely going to be interesting…