Early in the morning, Troian Bellisario opened her eyes as the rising sun shined down on her. She woke up lying next to her fiancée Patrick, a surprise as she was alone in a hotel when she awoke, no clue that her man would show up to surprise her. She slid over and kissed him on the cheek before sitting up.
"This place looks better in sunlight," she said, commenting on the room she had checked into and immediately fell asleep in the night before.
Troian walked past the mirror, not looking and sat down on the toilet. She did her business and walked back to the mirror and sink. While washing her hands she looked up and almost jumped out of her skin.
"What the!" she yelled as she saw a reflection of her friend Lucy Hale, not herself. "Lucy?"
Troian looked around confused, wondering if this was just a dream. She pinched herself on the arm and winced in pain.
"What kind of joke is this!?" she yelled to herself.
Troian walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room, seeing various pictures of Lucy hanging up. She was beginning to panic as she saw Lucy's diamond-encrusted cell phone sitting on the table in front of the vanity mirror. As she stared at Lucy's face again, she slowly turned her head around to look at Patrick, the man whose ring she had on her real hand, laying naked in the bed. The look of confusion started to shift to a look of horror.
"That bastard," she thought as he woke up.
"Hey Lucy," he said in a sweet voice. "Why are you staring at me?"
"No reason," she said, forcing a smile.
A very naked Patrick stood up and walked over to her, giving her a deep kiss while pushing his flaccid dick against her hairy pussy.
"That was the best night of my life," he whispered in her ear. "Thanks again for the San Antonio idea."
Troian thought back to a few days earlier. Patrick had told her that he was heading to Texas to do some filming for a new movie. She was sad that he was leaving and gave him a very good night before he went on his way. Hearing him now say that his night with Lucy was 'the best night' only added to the humiliation of his infidelity.
"I told you Troian would buy it," she said, wanting to vomit.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower," he said, patting her on the ass as he walked by.
Troian hung her head low as she was left alone in the room. She stared down Lucy's body, spotting blobs of dried semen all over her breasts.
"That piece of shit," she thought to herself.
Troian sat down in front of the mirror, still depressed, when she heard Lucy's familiar ring tone going off. She picked up the phone and saw her own name and picture staring back at her.
"Hello?" Troian asked.
"Troian, why am I you!?" Lucy screamed into the phone.
"What about me? I'm you!," she said back. "Also, why is my fiancée in your bed!?"
Lucy remained quiet on the other end of the line. The short woman had just realized that her affair had been discovered and she did not know how to respond.
"Well?" Troian asked, getting impatient. "You like having my fiancée leave his-his stuff on your chest!?"
"Troian, I don't know what to say," she responded.
"I'm going to get back at you!" Troian yelled before hanging up the phone and slamming it onto the table.
Troian stood up and started to get dressed, not used to seeing such smaller clothes. She dug through the dresser and found the shortest pair of shorts she could find, finding a pair of cutoffs that barely went past Lucy's ass cheeks. She grabbed a super-tight white tank top, completely ignoring the underwear drawers. After slipping on some flip-flops and sliding Lucy's phone in her pocket, she walked into the bathroom and yelled to Patrick.
"I have to go out," she said. "See you again tonight?"
"You know it, be prepared for the cobra," he said with laugh.
Troian snickered before thinking, "more like the inchworm".
With Lucy dressed in a very revealing outfit, Troian walked out of the house and started to walk down the street. It was still early in the morning so the foot traffic was not at its highest but she still got various looks from curious men and disgusted women. She flashed a smile at everyone she could, shaking her ass with each step away from them.
After a long walk, Troian made it to her real house. She knocked on the door and received no response. Looking in the driveway, she saw her cobalt-blue Mercedes gone from the driveway, probably still at the hotel. The woman tried to get in but the door was locked. She started to walk away when she spotted her fifty-year-old neighbor taking out the trash. The body-swapped woman hatched an idea in her brain and started to walk towards the man.
"Hi," she said as she arched her back and putting her tightly-hugged breasts on display for him.
"Um, hi," the man said, staring directly at the outline of Lucy's puffy nipples against the tight, white tank top. "Can I help you?"
"I really hope so, my friend Troian lives next door and she wanted me to feed her cat but she locked the door," she said. "Did she happen to give you a spare set of keys?" Troian asked, knowing she had not.
"No, I'm sorry," he said as he started to walk back towards the house.
"Oh damn, well can I use your phone to call her?" Troian asked, twirling a lock of Lucy's hair in her finger.
"I can see your phone bulging out of your pocket," he responded.
"I get terrible service here," she said. "Please?" she asked, pursing her lips together and putting a cute, sad look on Lucy's face.
Troian brought Lucy's hands together, smashing her breasts together between her arms and forming a bigger cleavage. The man nodded and allowed her inside. He pointed her towards the phone but Troian had no interest in the phone. Instead of calling her body, she slowly backed the older man into the wall, confusing him.
"I just thought of something much better than a phone call," she said, Lucy's finger sliding across his cheek.