“You excited about your weeklong trip?” Francis asked his bestie Becca.

Becca sighed. “Not really. Don’t get me wrong, I love Samuel, but… he’s going to want to have sex the whole time.”

Francis flushed. “He... forces himself on you?... Or is he just bad in bed?”

Becca explained that she simply didn’t feel that kind of desire anymore. She loved being with Samuel in every other way, but sex had started to feel like a chore that left her feeling guilty. There was nothing wrong with him, she just didn’t want that all the time.

Francis bit his lip. “Girl, you’re telling me those pecs and that almost chiseled jaw no longer do anything for you? I would kill to be with a man like him.”

Becca’s eyes lit up with an idea.

She had a pair of magic earrings, a gift from her grandmother, that could swap two people if they each wore one. Before Francis could even begin to ask about them, she had taken one earring out and handed it to him.

They each put on one earring on the opposite ear.

The room spun violently.

When the dizziness passed, Francis was staring down at a pair of full, soft breasts and long hair falling over his shoulders. He was in Becca’s body. Becca, now in Francis’s body, grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Keep my man happy for me,” she said in his voice, "I'll take good care of your body, you enjoy your week!"

The next morning, after a full night flight, Francis (as Becca) arrived at the resort with Samuel. The moment they stepped into their spacious suite with the ocean view, Francis didn’t hesitate. He pushed Samuel onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Samuel was surprised at first, his girlfriend had never been this forward, but he wasn’t complaining. They had sex before they even unpacked. Then again when they woke up from their nap. After lunch. In the jacuzzi. On the private beach bed under the sun. Against the balcony railing while the waves crashed below. In the shower. On the couch. On the floor.

Francis was insatiable, Samuel loved every moment of it.

Francis rode Samuel with desperate enthusiasm, moaning in Becca’s sweet voice every time he came. Samuel, completely unaware that this wasn’t really his girlfriend, could barely keep up. They fucked so much that by the third day both of them were sore, marked with hickeys and love bites, and grinning like idiots.

Francis had never been happier.

Every time Samuel pulled him close and whispered how much he loved “Becca,” Francis felt a thrill knowing he was the one making the man he’d always crushed on feel this good.

When the week was over and they finally switched back, Becca would be so proud of how well “she” had kept Samuel satisfied.

Francis was already thinking about asking to borrow the earrings again.