Jason was the hottest jock at school. I became obsessed with him, and with the idea of being him. I spent hours imagining what it would be like to have that face, to have that body, to have that confidence. Now, thanks to the wishing well, I don’t have to imagine any more.

Following the body swap, I must have spent three hours in front of the mirror, touching my new face, my new body, and loving the way it looked.

So now, I AM Jason, and it feels better than I ever could have imagined. Sometimes I see my former self staring lustfully at me across the schoolyard, but he’s nothing to me. I can fuck whoever I want now, so why would I fuck such a nerd?