The things I know now 🤭

Hiii bestie 💕

So like… it actually worked? The swap thing? I'm literally Abbie now. I woke up in her bed this morning—my bed now—surrounded by pink pillows and fairy lights and I just started laughing. Because it's real. It's actually fucking real. I stole her body. I stole her whole life. And the best part? She doesn't even know. The spell swapped our memories too, so wherever Cameron is right now, he thinks he's always been some boring nobody. No memories of being popular. No memories of being pretty. No memories of boys wanting her or girls envying her. She doesn't even know what she lost. But I know exactly what I gained, and God, where do I even start?

The body. Fuck, the body. I spent an hour just exploring this morning. Running my hands over smooth golden skin. Abbie does yoga, pilates, cheer—everything is tight and toned and perfect. My stomach is flat with just the softest little curve at my hips. My ass is round and firm and looks incredible in these leggings. And my tits? I cupped them in my little pink lace bralette and they're so heavy and full and mine. I know exactly how to push them together for a selfie. I know which tops show off my cleavage without looking desperate. It's all just in my head now, like I've always known.

I know so much now. I know her Instagram password and which filters make my skin glow. I know her Starbucks order—iced oat latte, extra vanilla—and her Netflix watchlist and her locker combination. I know which lip gloss tastes like strawberries and which mascara doesn't smudge when I cry. I know her PIN and her secrets and her fantasies. I know her favourite position is on top because she likes to be in control. Mmmh. I felt that one deep in my memory, and honestly? Same, girl. Same.

Oh, and I know what Abbie thought about you. You want to hear it? She thought your little crush was "kind of sad actually." Those were her exact words. She'd see you staring in the hallway and roll her eyes at Tiffany and they'd both giggle. You were a joke to her. A harmless little puppy she'd never, ever touch. Sorry babe. Her words. Well—my words now, I guess 💅

Speaking of Tiffany—I have friends now. Real ones. Hot ones. Tiff and Megan picked me up for smoothies this morning and it was so easy. We gossiped about boys and drama and who's fucking who. Megan's sleeping with her tennis coach. Tiffany wants to steal her stepsister's boyfriend just because she can. These girls are mean and petty and I love them. I fit right in. I made Megan laugh so hard she snorted oat milk and I didn't even have to try. Being a hot popular girl is like having cheat codes to life, I swear.

And boys? Oh my god, boys are so fucking easy when you look like this. I walked past Mr. Davies in the hallway and I felt his eyes on my ass without even turning around. I smiled at Tyler from chem and he walked into a locker. Literally slammed right into it. I asked some sophomore to carry my bag to class and he said yes like I'd given him a gift. I can get anything I want just by pouting or flipping my hair or leaning forward a little. It's intoxicating. It's power. Real power. And I'm never giving it up.

Which brings me to Brad. You know Brad, right? Quarterback? Shoulders like a Greek god, jawline that could cut glass? He's been texting Abbie for weeks and I have all the messages now. The flirting, the teasing, the "wyd after practice" at midnight. He sent her a picture of his abs once with the towel hanging just low enough to make her bite her lip. She was playing hard to get. Making him wait. But I'm not that patient, and honestly? Abbie's body has been wet for him since I woke up. It's like a low hum between my thighs that won't go away. So after cheerleading practice today—when I'm still in my little skirt, still flushed and sweaty, hair in a high pony—he's picking me up. And I'm gonna climb into his lap in the backseat of his truck. I'm gonna feel what it's like when a boy wants you this badly. When his big hands grip your hips and he looks at you like you're everything. I'm gonna slide that big dick deep into my tight little pussy and wrap these soft thighs around him and moan with this pretty voice and dig these pink nails into his back while he fucks me until I forget I was ever anyone else.

And you? You get to sit there and imagine it. You get to think about me—your old best friend, now the hot blonde girl you could never have—getting absolutely ruined by the quarterback while you jerk off alone.

Don't worry though. Maybe I'll send you pictures after.

If you're lucky 😘

—A ✨