The soft glow from the streetlights cast playful shadows on the pavement as Jonathan and Hannah approached the entrance of the sprawling suburban home. The ambient thrum of music and laughter echoed through the thick, wooden door, coaxing him into a reality that felt far removed from his own. Jonathan could feel the nerves rise in his chest like bubbles in a shaken soda bottle; he had never attended a party as a woman before, let alone in someone else's body.
"Just play it cool," Hannah whispered, sensing his apprehension. Her voice was light and reassuring, and the anticipation danced in her eyes. She fluffed her hair nervously, her petite frame wrapped in a deep-red dress that hugged her figure, complementing her expressive features.
Jonathan looked down at himself in the little black dress, the fabric sleek against his skin. The ensemble felt foreign yet liberating, an empowering statement of femininity that seemed to overshadow his initial discomfort. He quickly adjusted the spaghetti straps and threw Hannah a tentative smile.
As she pushed open the door, a wave of warmth and sound enveloped them, drawing their gaze towards the vibrant open-space living room filled with familiar faces—Jonathan's friends, all gathered under strings of fairy lights. Laughter erupted as they spotted him.
“There he is!” Taylor, the groom-to-be, shouted as he spotted Jonathan at the threshold. His face lit up like Christmas morning. “You made it!”
The group parted like the Red Sea, creating a path for him and Hannah. Jonathan’s heart raced at the realization that his friend now knows that he is good old Jonathan trapped inside this bombshell body. Everyone else truly believed he was Jessica, some girl who had been invited to the wedding.
Hannah nudged him playfully. “You can’t admit it’s you yet. Just roll with it,” she murmured, trying to get him into character.
“Right, rolling with it,” he muttered.
As the night went on, Jonathan found himself diving deeper into Jessica's persona. He greeted friends, received compliments, and even pretended to know a few of Jessica's former hobbies—art, writing poetry, and exploring local cafes—none of which aligned with Jonathan’s reality. He laughed, danced, and even sipped on cocktails, enjoying how effortlessly the evening flowed, a stark contrast to the tense anticipation that had gripped him before stepping through the door.
Yet, every so often, an itch at the back of his mind reminded him of his reality. Remembering the girl whose life he had temporarily taken over was difficult, especially when second-guessing how much he could immerse himself into her world. After all, he was just a temporary traveler in her body, a guest in an unknown dimension.
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