"What I would tell you? Of course you can do it."
Sean was silent at first. That was a rhetorical question. It wasn't supposed to be answered. But thanks to that medallion mumbo jumbo, he can answer it.
"As if I want to be in your body." Sean is perfectly comfortable at what he looks like right now. Unlike Jason, he takes pride at how his body turned out after numerous baseball trainings. Jason on the other hand, remains a tad bit pudgy.
"Nah uh. No take backs." Jason protested.
"Don't be such a dork."
"I ain't a dork. Luckily, I brought my boxers."
Before Sean can argue further, Sean dashed straight at him and let him touch the medallion and his boxers. And by God they stink a lot.
"I don't think it worked." Jason said.
"Ha ha! It's because you're a re-" Before Dean can finish his sentence, a sharp jab of pain hit him across his body. His limbs felt they are being stretched and squeezed together. But when he looked at them, they were not broken at weird angles. Instead, they began to shorten and the lean biceps turned big and sagged a bit. The world around Sean began to grow. Not because they are actually growing but because he is shrinking.
On Jason's perspective, a wave of blonde washed over Sean's dark sheen. His amber eyes turned green in an instant. His complexion slowly turned lighter and a dash of freckles sprinkled on his cheeks.
All changes happened in the span of a minute. And when it finished, Jason's body stood weak with Sean's clothing slowly draping on his skin..
"What the fuck!?" Sean said on Jason's higher pitched voice. "I think I'm going to be sick." Sean raised his hands to cover his mouth and dashed straight to the bathroom. Goodbye Chicken soup.
When Sean came out, his eyes was drooping and a trail of snot hang on his left nose.
"I hate your body." Sean puffed once again and vomited another batch in the sink.
"Hey! That's my body you're teasing."
"Well according to your standards, it's now mine. So I'm free to do this!" Sean pulled off his shorts and rubbed his weiner with his hands. To tell the truth, Jason found it weird to see his own body move without him moving it. Especially when it's rubbing its dick along the walls.
"Okay. You win. It looks kinda weird."
"Ha!" Sean blurted out. "Now I'm stuck! In your body! For the next day. Thank you very much."
Both of you lied on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was black and filled with fluorescent stars Jason gifted him on his 12th birthday. Most of them are faded but some could still shine.
"You know," Jason said. "I look kinda cute."
"Seriously, you never thought about that?"
"Well yeah. I'm a bit chubby and I turn red when it's cold."
"I don't think you're chubby. Mom says it's baby fat." Sean raised his arms and pulled on his skin. They weren't as soft like he expected them to be. "To be fair, I admire my body more now that I'm seeing it with my own eyes."
"Mirrors exist dude."
"I know. But I think it's a whole lot different when I'm beside my body. Moving on its own and talking without my accent. It's like you're me but not like me."
"Since when did you become so poetic?"
"Ever since I joined the poem club."
"Fair enough."
Nothing much happened that night. Sean FaceTimed Jason's mother and asked her for a night at O'Hannah residence. She was reluctant at first but she gave in after Jason's insistence. She came over a minute later bringing a change of clothes, Jason's toothbrush and a box of rock hard cookies.
"Do I really need to use your toothbrush?" Sean asked.
"Well yeah since you are using my body. Brush three times a day dude." Jason said.
After taking brushing, they wore their pajamas and slept beside each other like they always do.