Abigail’s eyes sparkled with malicious glee as her fingers danced across the laptop’s touchpad. She’d just confirmed the Chronivac's power. The thrill of watching her hair turn from black to crimson and back again sent shivers of delight down her spine. “This is it,” she whispered, the words dripping with determination. “This is my way to take what I deserve.”
She scanned the living room below through her bedroom window. Arthur's voice floated up, warm and carefree, mingling with Jeff’s. The sound made her stomach churn with envy. “Arthur doesn’t belong to Jeff,” she muttered, her fingers clenching into fists. “He belongs to me.”
Abigail navigated to Jeff’s profile, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "Let's even the playing field." She scrolled through the sliders and options until her eyes landed on the **Body Swap** tab. Clicking on it, she set up a swap between herself and her brother.
Finally, she clicked *Save*.
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Downstairs, Jeff was mid-sentence when the room tilted around him. He grabbed the table, the words dying on his lips as a disorienting wave of nausea overtook him. Arthur looked on, alarmed. “Jeff, are you okay?”
Jeff didn’t answer. Instead, he felt his perspective shift, his limbs going numb as if submerged in icy water. His vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, everything felt... wrong. His hands—smaller, softer—trembled as he looked down. He was wearing Abigail’s bright pink t-shirt, the hem grazing her skirt. The room seemed impossibly large now, his viewpoint significantly lower.
Jeff’s heart raced. “What the hell?” His voice—her voice—was high-pitched and unfamiliar.
Before he could say more, Abigail strode into the dining room, now wearing his lanky frame and casual clothes. Her movements were practiced and confident, like someone settling into a role they’d rehearsed. “Hey, Arthur,” she said smoothly in Jeff’s voice. She gave a friendly grin, the kind Jeff used to flash whenever they hung out.
Arthur tilted his head. “You look pale, man. You sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” Abigail replied, waving a hand nonchalantly. “Just felt a little dizzy for a second. What’s up?”
Jeff stumbled forward. “Arthur, it’s me! It’s Jeff! She—she’s done something!” He pointed at Abigail, but his small hands and childish voice made him falter. He looked ridiculous—a ten-year-old girl yelling incoherently.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, confused. “Uh... Jeff? Why is your sister freaking out like this?”
Abigail—now in Jeff’s body—sighed dramatically. “I don’t know what her deal is. She’s been acting weird all day.”
Jeff’s mind spun. “No, you don’t understand! She’s me! I’m Jeff!” He tried to step closer to Arthur, but Abigail moved smoothly to intercept.
“Abby,” Abigail said in a patronizing tone, “why don’t you go back to your room and calm down, okay? You’re embarrassing me in front of Arthur.”
Jeff’s stomach churned with frustration. “Stop this, Abby! Give me my body back!”
Arthur scratched his head. “Dude, she’s really committed to whatever game this is.”
“Right? It’s so annoying,” Abigail said, rolling her eyes. She shot Jeff a smirk when Arthur wasn’t looking, her expression brimming with smug satisfaction. “Sorry about her, Arthur. She’s just going through a phase.”
Jeff lunged, trying to grab Abigail, but his small arms were no match for her newfound strength. She easily sidestepped him, chuckling. “Careful, Abby. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Arthur frowned. “She’s really upset. Maybe I should go?”
“No!” Abigail said, her tone panicked. She quickly forced a smile. “I mean, nah, it’s fine. She’ll cool off in her room. Right, *Abby*?”
Jeff glared at her, fists clenched. But there was nothing he could do—not yet. Abigail held all the cards, and she knew it.
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Hours passed, and Abigail settled fully into Jeff’s life. She laughed with Arthur, bonding over shared jokes and memories, while Jeff—trapped in Abigail’s body—was confined to her room, his protests dismissed as childish tantrums.
When Arthur finely lift, Abigail locked the door behind her and returned to Jeff’s room. She leaned against the desk, her posture relaxed and triumphant. “Well, little brother,” she sneered, “looks like I’m Jeff for good now. How does it feel to be the annoying little sister?”
Jeff glared up at her, rage simmering beneath his small frame. “You can’t get away with this. I’ll find a way to fix it.”
“Good luck with that,” Abigail taunted, holding up the Chronivac device. “I’ve locked it down. Even if you manage to get past the password, the settings are tied to my laptop. And, oh—" She leaned in close, smirking. “Arthur thinks you’re crazy. He likes *me* now. Isn’t that what you wanted, anyway? For me to get along with your friends?”
Jeff trembled with fury but knew he was cornered.
Abigail straightened, turning toward the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a life to live. *Your* life.” She paused, throwing him a mocking grin. “Oh, and don’t worry—I’ll take good care of Arthur.”
As the door slammed shut, Jeff sank onto Abigail’s bed, his small hands clutching at the covers. He vowed silently to fight back, no matter how long it took. But deep down, he feared that Abigail had won—and there might be no way to undo what she’d done.