The Mysterious Letter

 The envelope was sealed in red wax and had no return address. Just one line written in flawless handwriting:

"Spend a day in someone else’s skin — and maybe in their shoes, too."

Luke thought it was some kind of prank. But when he opened it, the room spun, his knees gave out, and when he looked down — it was not his body standing there anymore.

Full curves, smooth skin, a lacey blue set hugging every inch of his now stunning figure. And the reflection in the window? A woman. No — a goddess.

Across the city, Julia had just finished adjusting to his jeans and flannel shirt. She laughed when she found the mirror selfie app still open on his phone. “Guess you’re checking yourself out too,” she texted.

The message popped up on Luke’s—no, her—phone. He hesitated, then smirked and wrote back:

“Can you blame me? You gave me a lot to work with.”

What followed was a full day of playful texts, flirty dares, and voice memos with exaggerated impressions of each other. Luke took her body for a walk through the city, enjoying every step in heels that he surprisingly handled well. Julia, in his body, took a selfie eating a burger like she was in a fast food commercial.

But as the afternoon sun lit the apartment and Luke stood by the balcony window — curves outlined in the glowing light, fingers running through silky hair — something shifted.

This wasn’t just fun anymore. It felt intimate.

A knock at the door.

When he opened it, there she was — in his body, holding a new envelope. No words, just eyes locking for a long second.

“Ready to switch back?” she asked.

“…Eventually,” he smiled.