Chapter 11

There was no need for Morgan and me to swap back, so I stayed as Jasmine. On Friday, I heard nothing from Lauren about our conversation. I also heard nothing about Aiden nor Ella, which made me anxious. I knew I broke one of the Guild’s rules by using the stone. Should I come clean? I’m not even sure if it worked. So, if it didn’t work, should I still tell them? 

I read through Jasmine’s journal to catch up on what I missed while I was Gabriel and Morgan. Apparently, Jasmine is expected to go home for Thanksgiving. Thankfully, that’s not for a couple of weeks. Hopefully I’ll be someone else during that time frame. That did make me curious what the Guild did during holidays. Did we use the reset feature and just go home? Or is interacting with each other’s family part of the role-play?

On Saturday afternoon, I got a group text from Sydney. “Hey, ladies,” it read. “We haven't had a girls’ night out in like, forever.”

“Yeah!” Morgan texted back.

“Sounds great!” I agreed.

“Pregame at our place?” Morgan texted. “9-ish?”

“I’m so there!” Sydney replied.

* * *

I’ve done a lot of things since that first night when I met and thus swapped with Morgan. But I hadn’t returned to a night club. Typically Daniel would dread it and only do it to be sociable with friends and live vicariously through them. This time, in Jasmine’s body, I’m looking forward to it.

By time I had showered and shaved my legs, Morgan had already turned on some music, and I found myself swaying my hips to the beat as I walked back to my bedroom in my towel.

I noticed my phone had a missed call from Lauren. Maybe she was ready for that serious talk. I decided to call her back.

“Hey, girl,” she sang when she answered.

“Hey,” I replied in my sweetest voice. “What's going on?”

“What are you doing tonight?” she asked.

“I’m going out with Morgan and Sydney.”

Silence from her end.

“Are you still there?” I questioned.

“You know how I feel about them.”

“I know,” I replied. I really wish she would just come out to me. About everything. Maybe then she and Lauren can be friends in front of me. “They’re my friends too, Lauren.”

“I just wish you’d spend more time with me.”

“I want to. But I already made plans with them tonight. Hey, why don’t you come with us? You know, this way you can really meet them. For real, I think you and Morgan would actually hit it off.”

“I can’t Jasmine,” she said. “Maybe we can try again next weekend.”

“Or during the week,” I offered.

“Of course. Have a fun night.”

“You too.”

I sighed when I put down the phone. I need to just have patience. Anyway, I have to get dressed.

When I was last Jasmine, I had noticed some dresses that would look great on me next time we did a night on the town. I found one hanging in my closet and eagerly pulled it out. It was a sexy little black dress. When I first saw it, I knew I should try it on.

I eagerly pulled out a lacy black bra and matching panties. I discarded the towel around my chest and slowly slid the panties up my freshly shaven legs - a feeling I’ve come to appreciate at this point.

I effortlessly put the bra on and adjusted the girls for maximum cleavage. I stood in front of my mirror to admire how sexy my body was. If I wasn’t already Jasmine, I would be jealous I wasn’t her - or her boyfriend or girlfriend. It was getting harder to differentiate those thoughts.

I thought about what James said to me about losing ourselves in the part. Maybe that’s why I am taking the whole Lauren situation so personally. I feel like I am Jasmine. I need to remind myself that I’m D - not Jasmine.

I went out to the shared vanity where I put on my makeup. A few minutes later, Morgan joined me. Also in just her underwear. I watched as she put bright red lipstick on. I lost my train of thought looking at those luscious lips and started licking my own. Maybe tonight I can taste them again. I was eager to have a repeat of mine and Morgan’s first night together.

She noticed me staring and smiled and gave me a wink.

I returned to my room and put on my LBD. Just as I was done smoothing it out, a knock came from the apartment door.

I rushed out to the common area and opened it for Sydney who came in carrying two boxes of wine. I took one from her and we placed them on the counter.

Let the party begin.

* * *

Remember that time when I was Daniel and I’d watch my friends pregame while abstaining and wishing I was them? That memory seems like a different life. I poured myself another glass of wine. 

I glanced at my sexy reflection in the vanity holding the glass of wine. “Who are you?” I half-jokingly whispered to my reflection. I know who she isn’t. She isn’t that wallflower Daniel. Instead of reading about sexy heroines, she is one.

I returned to the living room and danced around my apartment with my girlfriends as we discussed where we wanted to take the party. 

Same place as last time, so it would seem.

When it was 10:30 pm, we walked out of our apartment and to Sydney's car. We decided our first stop was going to be the same one where Daniel had originally met us. It was a popular club, the drinks were cheap, and Sydney had an understanding with the bartenders. Plus, it wasn’t the Delta house. That point alone made me excited.

We parked and walked to the club. Each click and clack of our heels brought me confidence and made me excited about what the night would bring.

Once again I found myself in the same nightclub where this whole thing started. This time, however, the lights, music, and smell gave me a confidence boost. It reminded me that I wasn’t Daniel. I was a hot coed tonight.

And this time I wasn’t alone. My girlfriends and I held hands as we snaked through the crowd. Sydney led us to the same table we were at when I first met them. When we arrived at the table, Sydney almost immediately headed off to the bar.

This time I knew the act. Sydney was 21 and could buy alcohol. But she could only buy one at a time. The solution was to get a guy to buy her and Morgan a drink. Morgan wasn’t 21, so she couldn’t be there when the drink arrived.

I smoothed my dress, sat at the table, and crossed my legs. I learned that this dress was so short, that if I didn’t cross my legs, I was showing the whole world my lace panties. I watched Sydney at the bar work her magic.

She bought her first and sneakily passed it to Morgan. A minute later, a guy in his 20’s struck up a conversation with her and Morgan. Sydney smiled, and returned the small talk. That’s when Morgan came back to the table with her drink. Sydney then showed her ID to a different bartender.

A minute later two drinks showed up in front of Sydney. She thanked the stranger, and took a sip with him. Then she was on her way back with the two drinks.

Sydney passed a drink towards me. 

I leaned in towards Sydney so she could hear me over the music. “That was so smooth,” I said to her.

“Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t,” she confessed. “Have you gotten a chance to try?”

Try what? Buying an underage drink? Flirting with a guy to get a drink? “No, I’ve always chickened out at the last minute,” I replied, feigning embarrassment.

“Next time you’re Sydney, you should totally try!” she said with an excited smile. “It’s exhilarating.”

I didn’t want to bring up that I’ve never been Sydney or else I’d give away that I’m D. I’m actually excited to be Sydney next. I could see why the Guild was eager to get a new member. There’s something exciting about swapping into a new character whom you’ve never been. As much as I’ve enjoyed being Jasmine, I think I’m gonna talk to Sydney tomorrow about swapping with her.

Once we raised our glasses, us girls toasted to the night.

I wanted to reminisce about having been here five weeks ago, and where my life has led me since then, but no one in my current company knew I was D. Which was actually kinda fun. While everyone has always treated me like the body I was occupying, there was always an undercurrent of being treated like a newb, and a first-time girl. Since this randomizer I’ve been treated like I’ve always been Jasmine.

But, because of the randomizer I also lost track of who was who. From the outside, the three girls at this table are the same three girls from five weeks ago. But in reality, each of us could be a completely different person inside. In fact, there’s no evidence that any of the three original girls are even here tonight. I could ask, but I doubt I’ll get a straight answer from them. And did it really matter?

Out of the corner of my eye, I recognized some old faces. I turned to see Mike, Denis, and Sal. Trailing behind my old neighbors was my original body. Daniel was there looking awkward as ever. Seeing him evoked the same disgusted feeling I’d experienced looking at old pictures of me.

I felt bad for whomever was in Daniel tonight. They had to act awkward and couldn’t really have a good time. I smiled at him and waved.

Oops. Not only did he see me, but so did Mike.

Naturally, Mike took this as an invitation. He turned to Daniel and said something.

The four guys walked towards us led by a reluctant Daniel. 

“Hi, Jasmine,” Daniel timidly greeted me. “I wanted to introduce my dorm neighbors. This is Sal, Mike, and Denis.”

“Jasmine,” I proudly proclaimed. I shook hands with the three guys. Naturally, they were all staring at my chest. I coughed lightly to get their attention. “Eyes up here, gentlemen,” I smiled. How many times did I want to call them out for that when I was Daniel? It was nice to finally put them in their places.

A part of me wondered why I was even friends with them. But deep down I knew the answer to that. They were friendly with me, treating me like one of the guys. I admired their confidence. Often they’d bring home attractive women. They let me live vicariously through their more interesting lives. Sometimes they tried to play matchmaker for me. That never worked.

“Nice to meet you,” everyone echoed each other, cheeks red at having been caught looking.

I had expected them to go find their own table after the introduction, so I was surprised when Morgan invited them to join us.

I turned to her in shock. It’s one thing hanging out with these guys as Daniel. It’s quite another as Jasmine. Actually, I don’t know what it’s like, but I know Mike is a horn-dog, and behind closed doors in our all-boy’s dorm, they all talk about women as trophies to hook up with.

“Gladly,” Mike announced as the guys came back with four stools and we all adjusted ours to make room for our guests. At first it seemed like Mike was going to sit next to me. Instead, I was surprised when he grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and swapped places with him so Daniel was next to me.

“So you’re in Dan’s class?” Mike asked me. He was leaning into Daniel so Daniel had to lean towards me.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at Daniel between us, who was playing the part of the embarrassed friend.

“You two should totally hang out sometime,” Mike announced.

And here I was thinking Mike was going to hit on me. Instead he was being a wingman.

Daniel let out a chuckle. “We should.”

I smiled and nervously fidgeted with my hands. I don’t know why I was nervous. Maybe I was nervous for Daniel. Or maybe I was nervous because I didn’t want my two worlds colliding. My world as Daniel was one thing. My world as Jasmine’s was another. “Sure,” I said. “I mean, we can always study for Lit together.”

“Do you ladies all live on campus?” Sal asked.

“No,” Morgan answered. “We all have apartments off campus. Jasmine and I are roommates. Sydney lives a few doors down.”

Conversation amongst our group continued. Sal and Mike were talking with Morgan and Sydney. Denis was looking on. Daniel seemed bored. The odd thing is, so was I. I wanted to relive that night from four weeks ago. I was ready for Morgan to pull me off to the dance floor. Or was it my turn to do that?

While I was figuring out a way to extract the girls from the table, I caught a familiar scent emanating from Daniel. I recognized my cologne. “Is that cologne you’re wearing?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

I knew it. I got it from my Aunt for my junior prom. I brought it to college with me, and used it only for special occasions. Usually it sits at the back of my nightstand. “Embrace the Night,” I said the name out loud.

He chuckled. “You know it?”

I opened my mouth to answer but paused. I reminded myself that nobody here knew I was D. I didn’t have to tell them, right? Especially not Daniel. Daniel was playing a part. He was playing the nervous introverted guy - quite convincingly I might add - and I was playing the part of his cute crush from class. This is the first time I’ve really hung out with Daniel outside of guild meetings. What would happen if he found out I was D? Would he be able to play his part well enough? Would he fear judgment from me?

“Yeah, my ex used to wear it,” I replied. I never met Jasmine’s ex. I already forgot his name. But I do know he wasn’t a part of her life so this seemed like an easy white lie. “It smells really good on you,” I smiled.

All I know is that I’ve been in his position before and just seeing him sitting there awkwardly was making me feel awkward. I was eager for Morgan and Sydney to hit the dance floor. I supposed I’d make small talk with Daniel until the dancing started. “Daniel, did you ever finish that book you were reading?”

“I did,” he replied, suddenly looking more interested.

I wanted to ask how it ended, but I didn't really want to spoil the ending for myself. I’d finish that book next time I swapped back into my old body. Whenever that might be. I was having too much fun right now being ‘not’ Daniel.

“I started a new one,” he added.

If I showed more interest in what the new book was, I’d certainly give away that I was D. “That’s great,” I simply replied. It was then that I realized I've been worrying too much. At least three, maybe four other guild members have been Daniel, who would all know these details. So I shouldn’t worry.

I exchanged glances with Morgan who seemed to be over whatever story Sal was telling.

As if she read my mind, she nodded her head towards the dance floor. “You wanna?” 

“Let’s,” I agreed, standing up without hesitation.

As Morgan and I headed to the dance floor, I realized Daniel and Mike must’ve taken that as an invitation for them to join us. Or rather, Mike was dragging Daniel to join. I groaned to myself. Dammit, Mike, let it go.

The music was thumping and I let my body just move to the bass. I found that Jasmine was a much smoother dancer than Morgan. Or maybe I was adding real memory to the muscle memory.

Meanwhile Daniel was dancing awkwardly. He wasn’t moving his feet. He didn't know what to do with his arms. I cringed at the sight. Apparently muscle memory works both ways. I felt sorry for him. I should find out who is playing him. They deserve an award or something for top-notch acting.

“You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to,” I said to him. “I can tell it’s not really your scene.”

I was interrupted by Morgan who started dancing right in front of me. I gladly followed her lead and grinded on her. 

Eventually I noticed Daniel was gone. Thank God! Mike was still there, however, dancing horribly by himself. His signature move, apparently. He moved closer to me and spoke into my ear. “I think Dan likes you. He’s just shy.”

Thanks, Mike, for stating the obvious. Of course, there was a part of me that appreciated that Mike was trying to be a good wingman for his friend. 

I continued dancing and working up a sweat with Morgan and later Sydney. I was at bliss in my own world. Ever since Daniel and his friends came into the club, they were distracting me from having a good time. Being with Daniel brought back my insecurities. When he and Mike left and It was just me and the girls, there was no longer any pressure. I could be myself - or rather I could be Jasmine. As the night crept onward, I felt more and more Jasmine, and less and less Daniel.

Eventually I needed a drink so I headed back to our table. As I left the dance floor I was surprised to see Daniel dancing with another girl. I didn’t recognize her at first because she was dressed for a night of clubbing in a red bodycon dress that left little to the imagination. I wondered what I would look like in one of those. When I got closer I realized she was Kristy from Lit class. I subconsciously began to adjust my own dress as I watched them.

My first thought was, “What is she doing here?” But clearly she was doing the same thing all of us were doing.

I tried to put those weird thoughts out of my mind. I took a sip of my drink and watched Sydney go to the bar for another round of drinks.

A curiosity swept over me and I looked to find Daniel again. This time I was surprised to spot him and Kristy making out on the dance floor.

I was taken aback. I felt a knot in my gut. I quickly pulled Morgan aside. “What the hell is he doing?”

“Who?” Morgan replied, oblivious to the scene Daniel was making.

“Daniel,” I replied pointing at the couple.

Morgan looked around and saw the couple, lips locked. “Oh,” she replied in a nonchalant tone. “Looks like he’s having fun. Good for him.”

Why was she treating this as no big deal? “No, he’s not supposed to be having fun. He’s supposed to be playing me.”

Morgan looked at me in confusion and cocked her head. Then she realized. “Oh, D. I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it. Whoever is Daniel tonight likely has lots of experience picking up girls. Don’t take it personally.”

Damn, I just gave away that I was D. I felt a whiplash of emotion. I was just on the verge of losing myself to Jasmine, and now I’m worried my old body is doing things I wouldn’t do. I was so confused. Oh, well, at least I can be open about it with Morgan now. I let out an exasperated sigh. “I stop being Daniel for four weeks and now he’s making out with a random floozy?”

She looked at Daniel and Kristy again. “Oh that’s Kristy. She’s in Daniel’s and your class. I’d hardly call her random.”

“That’s not the point,” I hissed. “Wait - how do you know Kristy?”

“I’ve been both Daniel and Jasmine at least once this past month. I’ve interacted with Kristy. I think that’s awesome that they’re together.”

“Is everyone making out with Kristy behind my back?”

“What? No. It’s nothing serious yet. It’s just that Kristy has been showing more interest in Daniel since…” Morgan stopped speaking, realizing I wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Since I stopped being Daniel?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it. Besides, I thought the whole point of being Daniel was a break from everyone’s social expectations.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with the situation. Being Daniel can be fun, too.”

“If you say so.” I looked over at the kissing couple again. I was turning red.

“Jaz,” Morgan tried to get my attention.

I wasn’t listening. I wanted to go over and… I don’t know what I wanted.

“Jasmine.” Morgan closed her eyes, took a deep breath and recomposed herself. “Jasmine, get a hold of yourself. You are Jasmine, remember. That is Daniel. Daniel is a grown man. He can do what he wants. Just like you are doing in Jasmine’s body. That’s how this works. That’s what we all agreed to.”

“But that’s not the point,” I whined.

“Then what is the point? Did you put in your rules that Daniel can’t have fun?”

“No. He can have fun.”

“That he couldn’t kiss a girl?”

“No.”

“That he couldn’t date?”

“No.”

“Then what's the problem?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.” I paused. I didn’t have an answer. “Why is this bothering me Morgan?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah. That could’ve been you over there.”

“I’m not jealous,” I denied, sounding every bit as petulant as I was behaving. “I’ve had more sex in the last five weeks than I had crushes when I was him.”

Morgan laughed. “Wow, you are jealous. Who are you jealous of? Daniel or Kristy? I’m sure we can lure one of them into a threesome.”

I was shocked at the suggestion. “We are not going to lure them into a threesome!” I hissed.

“Foursome? Them two. Us two.”

“No! A none-some!”

Morgan giggled, “You are so cute when you're flustered, Jaz.”

I put my face into my hands. Why was I behaving like that? Not only was I acting weird in front of Morgan, I was embarrassing myself. “Oh, Morgan, I don’t know what is going on with me. What should I do?”

“Let it be. Remember, you’re Jasmine right now. Act like her. You have your pick of the entire club, if you want. You’re in control. Unless you’re considering dating Daniel, just let it be.”

She’s right. I’m letting this get to me. Daniel and his friends threw me off my groove. We can have a good laugh about this on Monday. 

I got up from our table and went to the restroom. I sighed when I saw a line for it. Of course, there was no line for the men’s room. While I was standing in line Denis came up out of the Men’s room and walked over to me.

“Um, Jasmine,” he nervously began, “do you think Morgan would go out with me?”

I looked him in the eyes, my emotions on a slow boil. First, Daniel and Kristy. Then Denis asks me if my roommate would go out with him. “Sorry dude, she’s into girls.” 

His bubble burst and he looked dejected. “Oh.” He then walked away.

That’s right! She’s mine. Nobody but me would have Morgan tonight-

I cursed myself when I realized what I just thought. Oh God. What am I doing? I was taking delight in crushing his dreams. Why was I getting pleasure from his rejection? Seriously, what was wrong with me tonight? 

When I got back to my table, I sat down next to Morgan, then glanced over to where Daniel was kissing Kristy - and they were gone. 

I frantically scanned the club. The dance floor. The bar. The restroom lines. Daniel and Kristy were gone. I turned back to Morgan, “Hey, where did Daniel go?”

“Daniel and the guys left,” Morgan replied. “While you were away.”

I felt mad at myself for asking, but I needed to know. “Was Kristy with them?”

Morgan shook her head in disappointment. “Honestly, Jaz, I don’t know.”

We spent another hour in that nightclub. But I was no longer in the mood and Morgan and Sydney could tell. I felt like I let them down. It was supposed to be a girls’ night out and I turned it into “D worrying about Daniel’s social life.”

* * *

When we arrived at home, I pulled Morgan aside. “I’m sorry about tonight. I wasn’t acting like myself.”

“It’s OK, Jasmine,” she said lightly petting me. “It happens to all of us.”

“Does it?” I whispered.

“Yes. The first time one of us does something out of the original owner’s comfort zone. It’s jarring seeing yourself from the outside doing something you wouldn’t normally do. Or even being successful at something you weren’t.”

“Thank you.”

See continued to lightly pet my arm. She looked into my eyes with a hint of disappointment. “You’re still thinking about it, aren't you?”

I silently nodded in embarrassment.

“Would it help if you talked to him?”

The thought had crossed my mind ever since Daniel and Kristy left together. I could go and talk to him. I hated feeling powerless. “Tonight?”

“If you must. If it makes you feel better.”

I returned her gaze. She was disappointed that I wasn’t staying with her. A part of me was disappointed too. After all, I chose these matching lace underwear for her. But I felt like I had to intervene in my original life, or I’d regret it. 

“Be careful. Text me when you get there.”

“I will.” I gently kissed her, and walked back outside our apartment.

I quickly walked onto campus. I was aware I was a woman, alone, in the middle of the night, but I made sure to stay out in the open and under the safety lights. Still, I heard a couple of catcalls from the shadows and I picked up my pace. I suddenly became fearful. An attractive woman straight from the club, all alone. Maybe I shouldn’t have come alone. It was normally a ten minute walk, but I kept my head down and did it in seven. I would’ve done it faster if I wasn’t in heels.

When I got to Daniel’s dorm, it was then I realized I didn’t have my keycard. Of course I didn’t. I wasn’t Daniel at the moment. I ran around to the side of the building. Oftentimes residents would leave the door propped open out of laziness.

I pulled at the side entrance only to realize it was also locked. I slapped my hand against the door.

“Jasmine?” A male voice said behind me.

I turned to see Denis with a cigarette pressed between his lips looking at me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “It’s kinda late.”

“I need to see Daniel,” I explained.

A smirk formed on his face. “I knew it.” He flicked his cigarette. “I’ll let you in. Follow me.”

I wanted to say “It's not like that,” but I figured I'd let him believe what he wanted as long as he let me in. I followed him back around to the main entrance. He swiped his card and the door unlatched. He opened it for me.

“I know where I’m going,” I said to him. “Thank you.”

He nodded and turned to go back outside, presumably for another cigarette.

His niceness made me feel guilty about taking enjoyment out of telling him Morgan was a lesbian. Maybe what I really need is a good night’s sleep to clear my head.

I walked through the dorm and to Daniel’s room. It felt weird being back after four weeks. Nothing had really changed. But it felt like I didn’t really live here anymore.

I hadn’t let go of my cellphone since I left my apartment. Now was a good time to let Morgan know I made it. “I'm at Daniel’s now,” I texted.

“Just be careful,” was her concerned reply.

I arrived at my door and loudly knocked on it.

Seconds later the door opened and a surprised Daniel stood there. “Jasmine? What are you doing here?”

I barged by him into my room and looked around. “Is she here? Did you bring her home?”

“Who?”

“Kristy.”

“No. I got her number though. I was going to wait a few days before calling her.” He seemed proud. “That’s how this works right? Three days?”

“How could you?”

“How could I what?” he asked, bewildered. “Jasmine, I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you didn't sleep with her.”

Daniel looked perplexed. “Why would you care, Jaz?”

“I-I'm a virgin.”

Daniel burst out laughing. “Jasmine, you are not a virgin.”

“No. Not Jasmine. Me, D.” I looked down in shame at revealing both my V-status and my identity.

“Oh,” Daniel said. He rolled his eyes. This was kind of the same way Morgan acted when I broke character. They must be thinking that the randomizer was a complete waste. Or maybe I failed my “no training wheels” test. “OK, D, were you saving yourself for marriage? If so, you should really write that in your rules.”

“No,” I curtly replied. “I'm not saving myself. It's just that…” So what was it? What was the real reason I was jealous? I lowered my voice to an embarrassed whisper. “I thought when the time came. It would be me. I wanted to experience losing my own virginity.”

“Oh.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “So you want to be the one to lose your virginity?” Daniel echoed my sentiment to confirm this was what I wanted.

“Yeah. I know it sounds stupid. I thought I was safe. There’s no way a girl would be interested in Daniel. Then when I saw you making out with Kristy… that should’ve been me.”

“I get it. It’s not stupid. We should’ve asked that question. When all of the others joined the Guild we were already sexually active. Some more than others.”

I started inching back towards the door. I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. What was I doing here? This was a stupid thing to dwell on and ruin my night. “I’m sorry about all of this. I’m embarrassed. I should go. Forget I was even here.”

“Wait, D. I get it.” He took my hand to comfort me. He had a tender touch. I wondered who he was. J? A? “Listen, I don’t have the stone with me, so I see two options. Option one, we write that in your rules. “D wants to be the one to lose Daniel’s virginity.” Or option two. We have sex. Me and you. Right now.”

I didn’t expect him to say that. “Wait, what? I'm straight.”

“But I'm not some guy. I'm your body. You know me so intimately. You've masterbated with me. Have you ever tried to suck your own cock?”

I paused at the absurdity of this line of questioning. I didn't know what to say. He was right. But I couldn't. “I can't.”

Daniel came closer to me and gently caressed my bare arm with his fingers. The same way Morgan did earlier.

I felt a warm quiver run down my body. I involuntarily closed my eyes. “This is crazy.” That's when I felt a damp warmth between my legs. I can’t believe his proposition turned me on. Having sex with yourself - that’s like one of those crazy dreams you have. What are the pros and cons of having sex with yourself?

“You're thinking about it,” Daniel smiled.

“I shouldn’t,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Think about it. You’d be the one to take your own V-card.”

“I… uh…”

“Would it help to know that you've already been intimate with me?”

I looked at him and cocked my head. “Wait - I’ve only been intimate with two - no three - shit - four - people since meeting the Guild.” That got me curious. Jasmine, Morgan, Lauren. Does Ella count?

He chuckled. “I was your first.”

“You were Jasmine that night?”

“And you were Morgan. You came up to me - when you were still Daniel. Now… you’re Jasmine and I’m Daniel. Perfect symmetry.”

“How do I know you’re the same person? You could’ve read that in one of the journals.”

Daniel leaned over and whispered into my ear. “It’s really me, kitten.” 

The memories of that night came flooding back and my legs suddenly felt weak. “I-I don’t know. I’m afraid.”

“I get it,” Daniel said. “It seems weird. Having sex with yourself. Until you’ve tried it.”

I was curious. “Have you?”

“I have,” he confessed. “Once. It helped that the person in my original body was someone I was already intimate with and trusted. It makes everything less awkward.”

I nodded, then paused for a moment. “I'm sorry, but I’m just not ready.”

“OK,” he said with a warm smile. “That’s totally fair. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable or do anything you’re not ready for.”

“Good night,” I said, making my way to the door before turning around to face him, “Daniel.”

“Good night, Jasmine.”

I left the room and walked into the vacant hallway. I needed to get out of there. I quickly walked through the halls, and out of the building. I leaned up against the cold brick wall. I tried not to think about what just happened, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Thoughts were swirling in my head.

I was almost seduced by Daniel. Daniel. A part of me wanted to go home. A part wanted to turn back. I suddenly thought about Lauren. How she keeps running to Morgan every Monday, embracing the taboo and using Morgan for her own fantasies. I didn’t want to date Daniel, but the temptation of no-strings attached sex was pulling at me. This was wrong, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I needed to keep moving.

I started walking. This time slowly. As if I was dragging my own heels. I kept thinking about what would’ve happened if I stayed. What would sex be like with my original body? I was alone on this walk, and I found myself stroking my breasts as my breathing increased.

I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. I wanted to touch myself through the dress. Only another few blocks before I’m home and safely in bed and can touch myself to my heart’s content.

I stopped. Why did I stop? I was horny and curious and having major regret for leaving.

I bit my lip as I pulled my phone out of my clutch. I was having second thoughts. I pulled up the contact for Daniel. I typed a text message for him, “U still up?”

“Yes,” he quickly replied.

Of course he is. I only left five minutes ago. I could turn back and be there in five minutes. But then what? What was I doing? What was I expecting? What did I want to ask? How do I want to word it? I was so horny I couldn’t think straight. I continued, “Can I come back?” He was probably annoyed with me. But I didn’t care at this point.

The phone buzzed and he left his reply. “Yes. I’ll prop the side door open.”