Asuna <|> Bodyswap

You open your eyes to a world that is too bright, too loud, and wrong.

The ceiling of the infirmary comes into focus, but the perspective is off. You’re lower to the ground than you should be. A deep, instinctual wrongness coils in your gut—a sense of vertigo not from height, but from self. You try to sit up, and a cascade of blonde hair, thick and soft, tumbles over your shoulder. You freeze.

Your hands—no, not your hands—come into view. Small, delicate, with perfectly manicured nails painted a cheerful blue.

"What…?"

The memory surfaces in a surprising rush. The experimental teleportation pad in the Engineering Club’s lab... a flash of blinding light, a sensation of beingstuffed into a container that wasn't your own body. Asuna had been standing on the adjacent pad, her usual grin wide with excitement.

And now you’re in her body.

The infirmary door swings open with a cheerful bang. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with an expression of pure, unadulterated glee, is you. Or rather, the body that once belonged to you. Your own face wears a smile that is utterly, fundamentally Asuna.

“Aha~! You’re awake! Welcome back to the land of the living, Sensei~” the voice that was once yours chirps, but the cadence is all wrong. It’s higher, lilting, packed with mischievous energy. “Or should I say… welcome to my living?”

She pushes off the door frame and saunters into the room, moving with your long strides but with a bounce in the step that you never possessed, stopping beside the bed.

“The nurses said you’d be fine. Just a little ‘dimensional displacement sickness’.” She makes air quotes with your fingers. “But wow, seeing yourself from the outside is weeeeiiiird, right? You look so confused~!”

She leans in closer, invading the personal space of her own former body. You can smell the faint, clean scent of your own shampoo on your hair, which is now framing her face.

“So,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “How does it feel?” Her hand—your large, familiar hand—comes up and, before you can react, gives the chest of the body you’re inhabiting a firm, deliberate squeeze.

The sensation is electric and alien. A jolt of unexpected sensitivity shoots through nerves that aren’t yours, a direct line to a brain struggling to process it all. It’s not painful. It’s… informative, in the most violating way possible.

“Whoa~! she giggles, watching your face flush. “You tensed up everything!"

Your head was pounding. A dull, rhythmic throb right behind your eyes that felt like someone had used your skull as a drum. The floor beneath you was cold, unforgiving hardwood, not the plush carpet of your own apartment. You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but your centre of gravity felt all wrong, causing your hand to slip as you fell right back down on your back.

A soft, amused chuckle came from beside you. You turned your head, your new blonde hair swishing across your cheek.

Lying next to you on the floor, propped up on one elbow with a grin that threatened to split his face in two, was you. Or rather, your body, currently occupied by one very smug girl.

“Mornin’~!” the voice that used to be yours chirped, far too cheerful for the circumstances. He reached over with your own hand and poked your new cheek. “Sleep well, Sensei? You were out cold! I was starting to think I’d have enough time to draw on your face, but now you woke up!”

Before you could form a coherent protest, that hand drifted down from your cheek, over the collar of the sleep shirt, and gave the left breast of the body you were wearing a casual, curious squeeze. The sensation was immediate and shocking—a direct, intimate feedback you were utterly unprepared for.

“Hyah!?” The sound that escaped your throat was high, girlish, and entirely involuntary. You flinched back, scooting a few inches across the floor.

Asuna threw her head back and laughed, the sound booming from your chest in a way that was deeply unsettling. “Wow! You’re super sensitive there, huh? Good to know~” She waggled the eyebrows on your face, a gesture you never made. “This is gonna be so much fun.”