The Coffee Date

"This is ridiculous..."

Jared mumbled to himself, adjusting the delicate lace along his hip for what felt like the hundredth time.

It was supposed to be a harmless experiment — just a prototype mind-swap test at the office. A quick switch between colleagues for a few hours, just to gather data. But then the system glitched, and now here he was: trapped in Camila’s body, standing half-dressed in her apartment, trying to figure out what to wear for a first date… that she had scheduled for tonight.

Of course, Camila (now in Jared’s body) thought it was hilarious. “Just wear something cute and try not to scare him off,” she’d texted, adding a laughing emoji. Easy for her to say — she didn’t have to pick between three dresses and wonder which one matched this lingerie.

He glanced back at the mirror, lips slightly parted, a playful smirk forming.

"Well, I already picked what goes under... now I just need to figure out what goes over."

It was weird. He should feel embarrassed, maybe even humiliated. But instead, there was this strange thrill — a curious confidence in the way his new body moved, posed, teased. He turned, checking himself from the side. Damn, Camila did know how to pick lingerie.

With a flick of his hair, Jared took one last look and headed toward the closet.

“Alright, mystery date. Hope you're ready for this version of Camila tonight.”