Category: crush

An accident in the grad school lab swaps the bodies of Jamie and his long-time crush, Lauren, and he soon finds being in her body is much more sensual than he ever imagined in The Experiment.

Jamie has had a crush on Lauren since they meet years ago in school and his attraction has only grown since then. When they end up at the same grad school, Jamie jumps at the chance to spend even more time with Lauren by signing up to help with her work on transferring thoughts.

But when they try it on themselves, the machine swaps their bodies and then burns out, leaving them stuck. With the part to repair the machine on order, they’ll have to spend the next three days in each other’s skin. On the bright side, this is a huge opportunity to experiment with trying out life as the opposite gender.

But while Jamie may have Lauren’s body, he still has his own male libido. His own male lust. And it’s now focused on his new body. How can he possibly keep his hands off himself now that he’s in the body of his crush? How can he resist this once in a lifetime opportunity to experience every sensual thing about being a woman? How can he refrain from being seduced by Lauren’s flirty female roommate? And what will Lauren do to him if she finds out everything he’s done in her body?

Then again…maybe this experiment that swaps their bodies is the best thing to ever happen to Jamie and Lauren.

Jamie scooped up Victor, the white lab rat, and set him in the box at the start of the maze.

“Trial number four,” Jamie said, for the benefit of the cameras. He glanced over at Lauren, who sat at the end of the maze with a stop watch in her hand. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she affirmed.

“Opening the cage…now,” Jamie said, pulling up the grate that let the lab rat into the maze as Lauren pressed the button on the stopwatch.

They watched Victor scurry around corners and down passages. The rat’s personality had definitely changed after the experiment, but they needed more quantifiable data. Jamie pushed his slender glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tracked the mouse’s motions. When Victor arrived at the end, Lauren tapped the stop watch.

“Twenty three point two seven seconds,” she said, grinning. “That was about Hugo’s time! I mean, I guess technically it still is Hugo’s time.”

Hugo was the other lab rat. Victor’s partner in this experiment.

Jamie ran his hand through his short hair. “Holy shit.”

Lauren jumped up from her stool and grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, shaking him joyfully as she looked up at him. Her dark burgundy hair bounced across her cheeks and her green eyes were bright with excitement.

“Do you realize what this means?” She asked.

Jamie grabbed her shoulders back, grinning just as stupidly. “This damn thing works!”

She released him and squealed happily, shaking her fists with joy. Jamie watched her, the little throng of longing inside him that had never disappeared sparking briefly as he watched her pretty face light up with happiness. He thought she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen when they met at age twelve and he still thought so ten years later. They’d become good friends, hanging out with their other friends every weekend, going to film festivals and museums together, attending her soccer games, even majoring in the same field. They’d split up after graduating high school to go to different universities but had never lost touch. Then, by happy circumstance, they met back up in real life when they both got into the same graduate program.

They’d been practically inseparable. Even that one night in their senior year of high school when he’d come so close to confessing how he felt about her. She preemptively shut him down gracefully, leaving no doubt that she had sensed his intentions and hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship.

It stopped Jamie from voicing his desire but did nothing to stop the desire itself. The image of her gorgeous face, with the cute spray of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, was burned into his memory. He’d had girlfriends but Lauren was always at the edge of his thoughts.

She was so lively, so energetic, a little burst of sunshine wherever she went. And when she put her mind to something then nothing would stand in her way. Plus, her body was incredible. She still played soccer recreationally and kept herself fit. Jamie had seen her in a bathing suit a few times and, while he tried not to ogle, he couldn’t help looking at her. He still remembered her pink swimsuit she wore the summer after graduation. Her legs went on for days, disappearing beneath the form-fitting top that clung to the most perfect sculpted ass, her trim waist, and her slender breasts.

On a good day, Jamie thought of himself as the Peter Parker to Lauren’s Mary Jane. A little nerdy, with dark brown hair carefully combed to one side. Glasses. Polo shirts. He worked out a little and had compliments on his arms when he went sleeveless to the gym so he wasn’t a complete stereotypical nerd. Unlike Lauren, Jamie was content to mostly go along with the flow.

When the two of them met up again in the graduate program, Jamie jumped at the chance to collaborate on a program and get swept up in Lauren’s enthusiasm even though he didn’t think her work had much chance. Lauren was focusing on consciousness and its physical position in the brain. Together they constructed a prototype machine—not much more than a massive bundle of wires and two little computer chips with tiny needles connected to a vastly complicated computer—that, theoretically, would swap the consciousness of two living things. The project was so outlandish they even came up with a secret codename for it when they talked about it in public: the McGuffin device. Named after one of Lauren’s favorite philosophy professors.

Jamie and Lauren had gone through several mice, making adjustments to the machine each time, before they reached Victor and Hugo. The two mice had lived and, crucially, seemed to have switched personalities with no ill effects. Hugo now had Victor’s love of strawberries and Victor ran the maze just like Hugo used to do.

Lauren put Victor carefully back in his cage and then turned to Jamie. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. This is huge!”

“Should we tell the professor?” Jamie asked, always a little more concerned with rules.

Lauren strode to the laptop and opened it up, flicking back through her notes. She swiped her dark red hair out of her face, tucking it behind a tiny ear. She pressed on her nose in thought as she poured over the data. Her white lab coat hung loose above her normal street clothes: black three quarter length yoga pants and a simple white top with some lace at each shoulder.

“No, not yet,” Lauren said. “I want to make absolutely sure we’ve done it. The data is good but…people still won’t believe it. If this becomes some late night comedian’s joke we’ll never get funding to do more. This will sit on a shelf in some office and be completely forgotten about.”

“But the numbers are all right there. Everything matched up. Victor and Hugo have switched tastes. They’ve switched knowledge of each other’s tasks. It’s as close as we’re going to get without teaching them to talk.” Jamie pulled on his lower lip in thought.

Lauren stopped and looked up at Jamie. “That’s it. That’s what we have to do.”

“What? Teach them to talk?”

“No,” she shook her head and looked up at him with her gorgeous green eyes. “They can’t talk but we can try it out on something that can.”

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