If you're waiting for some exciting stuff between Calem and Trevor, you might want to sit down. Happy (and sexy) endings don't just fall from the sky, you know.

When Calem woke up, he was greatly hoping that the whole body-swapping business was just some terrible nightmare, and that he would open his eyes to find himself back in his own bed, in his own room, in his own body… But the reality of the situation dawned on him when his vision was filled with the considerably less familiar sight of Trevor's room, which was much smaller, and full of books of all sizes, housed in tall shelves. Calem groaned; was he going to be stuck like this forever?

Through the open doorway of his room, the smell of something delicious found its way into Calem's nose, and he rolled out of bed to locate the source of that most pleasant aroma.

As it turned out, Trevor's older sister was already awake, and had prepared a very generous and nutritious meal for the both of them; it looked more like a miniature banquet than a simple breakfast. She was seated at the small round table, waiting for her brother to join her.

"So how was that magic show?" asked the girl, as she used a knife to coat a slice of toast with a thick layer of jam.

"Um, it was… okay…" Calem mumbled as he grabbed a spoonful of scrambled eggs.

"Really?" Trevor's sister asked, after biting into her toast. "I thought you said you didn't believe in magic."

Calem coughed a little; he couldn't think of any reason not to believe in magic after what had happened to him. "Well… it was still okay."

"Huh." Trevor's sister eyed the boy in a dubious manner; something at the moment seemed rather off about her brother, she thought. There was no mistaking that he was not quite as articulate and cerebrally-inclined as he had been yesterday.

"Is everything okay, Trevor? You seem a little slower than usual today."

Hastily, Calem nodded. "Yeah… I'm fine." He said no more after that, focusing on finishing whatever was within reach on the table, and the girl remained somewhat unconvinced, but decided not to pry any further into the matter.

Soon, the two of them had satisfied their appetites, and Calem had just left his plate in the kitchen sink when a series of knocks came from the front door, and Trevor's sister went over to see who was there.

"Trevor, it's your friends," she called out from the doorway. "They're the little girl and the one in the jumpsuit!"

Calem wasn't entirely sure to whom she was referring, but he answered nonetheless, opening the front door to reveal a blond-haired boy sporting glasses with thick, rounded lenses, standing behind a girl who was much younger and shorter than either of them.

"Hello," Calem said as he waved tentatively; he recognized the two guests as Clemont, the brilliant-minded Gym Leader of Lumiose City, and his sister Bonnie, who always managed to keep her brother firmly under her thumb, in spite of her age and stature.

"Hey there, Trevor," Clemont responded, pushing his glasses up as they threatened to slump off the bridge of his nose. "Sorry I couldn't respond to your message the other day. I-"

"Hi, Trevs!" Bonnie interrupted. Her voice was loud enough to completely override Clemont's. "Whatcha doing?"

Calem wasn't too sure of how to respond. "Um…"

"Bonnie, stop it…" Clemont whined, exasperated by her sister's behavior and the fact that there was no easy way to get her to behave.

"Whatever," said the little girl, "I'm gonna go get some ice cream. You nerds can go off and have fun with your nerd things. Bye!" Just like the child she was, Bonnie skipped off merrily, into the streets of Lumiose City.

Clemont grumbled to himself as he shook his head. "She never listens to me…" Calem simply looked on, silently observing the blond-haired boy's despondence.

"But anyway!" Like a switch had flipped inside of him, Clemont's mood had completely shifted. "I have something I'd like to show you. Come with me to Prism Tower… I'm sure you'll find my discovery quite shocking!"

Calem looked back into the hallway, where he could see Trevor's sister in her room, listening to music while using her favorite laptop. It didn't look like she would be missing him much, so he left the house, following Clemont, on his way to the tower in the center of Lumiose City.

Clemont was one of the smartest and most inventive people he knew, Calem thought to himself as they walked. He began to wonder perhaps if the smarter boy had the knowledge to devise a solution to his current out-of-body experience… Of course, even if he did, Calem still had to keep it a secret until further notice.

That put Calem in quite the quandary; was it better for him to blow his cover if it helped his chances of being put back in his proper body, or was maintaining the façade the right thing to do? And what if Clemont didn't have a way to fix them?
The thick orange hair curling around his face was starting to dampen with sweat.

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"Hmm-hm-hmmmm-mm…"

Trevor hummed a jaunty, cheerful tune to himself, not only to get used to the idea of hearing Calem's voice whenever he spoke, but also because he was feeling quite pleased and relaxed as he sat in the upstairs bathroom, playing around with the loudly-humming electric shaver.

"Caaalem!" A woman's voice called from behind the locked door, attracting the boy's attention.

Trevor turned the razor off. "Yes, what is it… mom?" he answered, attempting to emulate her son's way of speaking.

"Serena called last night. She was looking for you, and she seemed kind of upset. Why don't you drop by her place after you're all done in there?"

"Okay," replied Trevor.

When Calem's mother went back downstairs to watch her TV shows, she heard the steps of her son quickly descending the stairs with enthusiasm, and he was almost on his way out of the house when she turned around, and called out to stop him from leaving so fast.

"Calem!" she called out. "For goodness' sake, put something on!"

"Oh, right," said the boy. Quickly, he went back upstairs to Calem's room, and put on his socks and boots. As fun as it was to walk around completely naked from head to toe in his friend's body, it would still be painful for him if he were to step on something sharp by accident. After tying the bootlaces, he went back downstairs, but was stopped again by the woman, who had her hands at her hips in a display of indignation.

"Calem, please," she said. "I really don't mind if you want to walk around with no clothes on and your… your 'you-know-what' showing, but you know the law: you can't go out in public naked, nobody can… well, not anymore at least – thanks a lot, Professor Sycamore."

Trevor pouted, but he knew better than to break Kalosian law, and he obliged, going back to put on Calem's hat, jacket and pants. He decided to forgo wearing any underwear; the less he had on to cover his freshly-shaved crotch, the more comfortable he felt.

On his way to Serena's house, directly next door, he recalled that Calem's mother had mentioned that Serena was very upset, and he started thinking of possible reasons for the girl's poor mood…

"But of course!" he said to himself as the realization came to him; she had wanted to spend last night watching the meteor shower with Calem, who had instead come to watch the magic show. Unless it were possible for him to be in two places at once – which Trevor knew of course to be physically impossible – Serena had spent that night completely without the boy she had wanted to spend time with.

And now, due to Calem's selfish act, Trevor was left to pay the price. After some initial hesitation, he rang the doorbell, awaiting the wrath of the spurned girl.

A series of footsteps came from behind the door as it opened, revealing one very irritated-looking Serena, complete with furrowed brow and mouth bent into a frown.

"Thanks for showing up, Cal. I didn't think you would show after I waited… oh, I dunno, all fucking night," she chided, sarcasm laced in every word.

"…I'm sorry," Trevor apologized. As he spoke, his mind's gears began to churn; he was attempting to devise a plan to improve Serena's mood and get himself – and technically, Calem – out of hot water.

"I thought I told you we were going to watch those meteors! It was going to be beautiful and I was going to tell you that, and you were going to go 'You know what else is beautiful?' and I was going to ask what, and then you'd answer-" Tears formed in the corners of Serena's eyes as she ran her mouth, but Trevor continued to think. "…Are you even listening to me?!"

"Serena," said the boy, "I… I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Serena asked.

"It's… it's a surprise," Trevor explained; he needed more time to plan, but he also needed to placate the girl. "It'll be nice, I promise."

Serena paused, considering his offer. Trevor had to admit that he was feeling more nervous than he had any right to; this was something Calem was meant to deal with after all.

"Cal," she asked, suddenly softening her tone of voice, "are you gay?"

Trevor almost flinched at that unexpected question.

"N-no, of course not," he asserted. That was what Serena wanted to hear, he surmised, but the truth was that Trevor still didn't quite know how he felt in that respect. Maybe he was gay, he thought to himself. After all, he did rather enjoy getting a good look at Calem's naked body… but was it the same, given the circumstances?

At any rate, Serena seemed to believe what she had been told. "Alright then. I'll be waiting for that surprise." With those words, she turned and retreated back into her house, closing the door behind her as she made her way upstairs.

"…Eeeeeee!" As soon as she was alone in her room, Serena squealed with delight, now free of her foul mood.

"I wonder what Cal's surprise for me is…" she said out loud to herself, "Maybe it's a Swirlix plushie – no, ten Swirlix plushies! Or, or…" She paused to gasp. "What if it's something lewd? Heh heh, I knew he was a naughty boy deep down… Maybe not. Well, it could be anything. I gotta ask Shauna for some advice!"

Once Trevor had returned to Calem's house, he immediately began to shed himself of his clothes – the mother of the household didn't react at all to her son's sudden fixation on going nude. Bundling the entire set of garments as he ran up the stairs, he closed the door to Calem's room once he was inside, tossing the clothes into a free corner.

As Trevor lied on Calem's bed, facing the ceiling, he began to muse; his mind feeling more relaxed than it had been for some time. To him, there was just something so refreshing, so liberating, about being naked and not having to feel self-conscious about his appearance.

And then he began to think about what he could do to appease Serena. As he had promised the girl, he needed to come up with a surprise so amazing and romantic that she would have to forgive Calem for before. It was, after all, the least he could do for Calem after his friend had inadvertently lent him such a lovely body.

While his mind floated about the subject of Calem, Trevor was suddenly reminded; all this time, the other boy was forced into inhabiting Trevor's own, less-than-impressive body. Trevor was sure that Calem wanted nothing more than to return to his own body, but at the same time, he was enjoying this change so much… Besides, he had no idea how to switch their minds and bodies back.

Surely, Trevor thought, Calem would understand if he took his time to come up with an answer, right?

The plain sight of the ceiling was becoming rather dull, so Trevor bowed his head down, where he saw Calem's body from the shoulders down. The moderate lighting of the sun through the windows made his skin look very smooth, almost like artisan-carved marble stone that was flesh-tone and soft to the touch. However, as Trevor's hand (or rather, Calem's hand under Trevor's control) began to wander across the rest of its own body, one particular part was starting to lose its softness.

Trevor was getting a bit aroused, and any thoughts related to Serena and Calem were being set aside.

The long appendage at his groin had originally sat flat, pointing towards the dent of his navel, but under the influence of Trevor's touch, it had started to turn rigid with blood, until it stood just about vertical. The boy's fingers then curled around the thick shaft, his heart's pace quickening to match his hand movements.

It had been months since Trevor had last done something like this with himself, and now that there were no sisters to accidentally walk in on him to interrupt the act, he began to get a little more bold in his movements, rubbing vigorously and thoroughly at the hardened organ.

Before long, Trevor's breaths were growing deep, and he was enjoying every moment of this. Continuing to stimulate his penis, he could feel the sensation of his climax close at hand…

"Calem, someone's at the door… it looks like Tierno!" came the voice of Calem's mother from downstairs.