It was the afternoon before Benjamin's big Florida getaway with his mom, and Jacob was chilling at their crib like usual. The two buds were hyped-Benjamin rattling on about hitting the beaches, Disney, all that vibe. But Jacob had other plans brewing. He'd snagged this sketchy mind-swap gadget off some dark web drop, looked straight out of a retro sci-fi flick, like a clunky hairdryer from the '60s with wires and a weird hum. He waited till Benjamin dipped to grab snacks, then cornered Jennifer in the kitchen.

"Yo, Mrs. J, check this out," Jacob said, aiming the thing at her head before she could even turn around.

A zap, a flash, and bam-everything flipped. Jacob blinked, feeling... different. He looked down and saw curves where there shouldn't be, a squareneck satin pale pink blouse hugging his-her-chest, and a knee-length black cotton skirt swishing around legs that weren't his. He was in Jennifer's body, 47 years old and all woman. "Lit! This actually worked," he muttered, grinning at his reflection in the toaster.

Across from him, Jennifer stared back in horror from Jacob's scrawny teen frame, decked in his baggy hoodie, ripped jeans, and sneakers. "What... what have you done?" she demanded, her voice steady but edged with panic. "Jacob, swap us back immediately. This isn't a game."

Jacob flexed his new fingers, admiring the manicure. "Nah, fam. I'm vibing with this. I'm the adult now, straight up. What you gonna do about it?"

"I am your friend's mother, young man," Jennifer said firmly, trying to stand tall in the boy's body. "You will reverse this at once, or there will be consequences."

"Consequences? Bet. You're the kid now. Cry about it," Jacob shot back, crossing his arms under the blouse.

The doorbell rang-Jacob's parents were here to scoop him up. But when Allison opened the door, she saw what looked like her son acting all weird, protesting as she grabbed his arm.

"Mom-Allison, wait! It's me, Jennifer! There's been a body swap. Jacob used some machine-"

Allison's eyes narrowed. "What on earth are you talking about? And since when do you call me by my first name? I'm Mom to you, Jacob. Now stop this nonsense and let's go. You're embarrassing me."

"But I'm not Jacob! I'm Jennifer! Please, listen-"

"Enough!" Allison snapped, dragging the protesting figure out the door. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but we're going home right now." Jennifer, trapped in the boy's body, had no choice but to stumble along, her adult poise clashing with the awkward teen limbs.

Back inside, Jacob high-fived Benjamin, who had no clue what went down. "Your mom's acting sus, bro," Benjamin said, munching on chips.

"Deadass? Nah, she's gucci," Jacob replied from Jennifer's lips, smirking.

The next morning, the Uber pulled up bright and early. Benjamin and Jacob-still rocking Jennifer's body in that pink blouse and black skirt-grabbed the pre-packed bags and bounced. Benjamin eyed "his mom" weirdly as they slid into the back seat. "Mom, you good? You're talking kinda... off."

"Off? Bro, I'm straight fire. Florida's gonna be lit AF," Jacob said, pulling out his phone to snap a selfie.

Benjamin just shrugged. "Whatever, let's bounce."

As the car headed to the airport, Jacob leaned back, loving the power trip. Florida vacay, adult perks, no swaps back. What could go wrong?

As the Uber cruised toward the airport, Benjamin leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his phone. "Yo, Jacob, this Florida trip's gonna be epic. Beaches, rides, no school-straight vibes."

Jacob, lounging in Jennifer's body with her legs crossed under the black skirt, nodded enthusiastically. "Facts, Benjamin. We're gonna hit up Disney, smash some roller coasters, maybe even cop some merch. No cap, I'm hyped."

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, catching snippets of the conversation. Something felt off-the mom was talking like a kid from TikTok, and the son was way too casual. But the fare was prepaid through the app, so he kept his mouth shut and focused on the road.

Benjamin suddenly paused, eyes widening. "Wait, hold up. If you're in my mom's body, I can't just call you Jacob in public. People gonna think I'm buggin'. I gotta call you... Mom."

Jacob chuckled, adjusting the satin blouse that felt way too fancy. "Bet, that makes sense. Hit me with it, then."

From that point, Benjamin leaned into it hard. "Sure thing, Mooooom," he drawled, stretching the word like it was a meme. "You ready for takeoff, Mooooom?"

Jacob rolled his eyes but played along. "Chill with the extra, bro. But yeah, let's do this."

They pulled up to the departures curb, and the driver popped the trunk without a word. Benjamin grabbed his bag, while Jacob slung Jennifer's purse over his shoulder-it felt weird, like carrying a fancy backpack that didn't belong to him. "This thing's mad sus," he muttered, feeling the weight of it bounce against his hip.

Inside the terminal, they headed straight for check-in. Jacob fumbled with the purse zipper, pulling out the tickets and IDs. He'd flown before, so he knew the drill-hand over the docs, smile politely. The agent scanned them. "Have a great flight, ma'am," she said to Jacob.

He blinked, taking a second to process. "Oh, uh, thanks," he replied, voice pitching up in surprise. Benjamin snickered beside him.

"Everything good, Mooooom?" Benjamin asked, exaggerating again as they moved toward security.

Jacob shot him a playful glare, channeling a bit of adult energy. "Yo, Benjamin, hurry up and grab a bin for your stuff. Don't make me ground you or whatever moms do." But his tone was all buddy-buddy, laced with slang. "We're not tryna miss this flight, fam."

The security line snaked ahead, and they shuffled forward. Benjamin kept up the "Mooooom" bit under his breath, cracking himself up. When it was their turn, Jacob bossed lightly: "Shoes off, Benjamin. And empty those pockets-don't hold up the line like a noob." They breezed through without issues, both dialing back the teen energy just enough to blend in.

On the other side, they spotted a stationary shop. "Candy run, let's go," Benjamin said.

Jacob nodded, digging into the purse again. He was used to jamming cash in his jeans pocket, rolled up tight-not this organized wallet nonsense. "This purse game's whack," he grumbled, finally fishing out some bills. They loaded up on gummies and chocolate, then weaved through the crowds to their gate.

Plopping into seats by the window, they kicked back, bags at their feet. No more careful act-they talked like total bros, gesturing wildly. "First thing, we hit the beach, build some sandcastles or whatever, but make 'em lit with moats and stuff," Benjamin said, waving his hands.

"Nah, roller coasters first, Benjamin. I'm talking the ones that loop and drop-gonna scream like crazy," Jacob replied, leaning in close, not giving a damn about the stares from nearby passengers. "Then food trucks, arcade games, all night vibes. This trip's ours, no rules."

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Back at the gate, Benjamin and Jacob slumped into their seats again, fidgeting with their phones and bags like any bored teens killing time. Benjamin was mid-rant about some viral TikTok challenge they could try in Florida, flailing his arms for emphasis. "Yo, we gotta do that one where you sync dances on the beach-bet we'd go viral, Jacob!"

Jacob laughed, but it came out a bit forced, his mind elsewhere. He shifted in the skirt, still not used to how it rode up. "Hold up, bro. I got a problem."

Benjamin paused his scrolling. "What? Spill."

"I gotta hit the restroom," Jacob said, glancing around the crowded terminal.

Benjamin shrugged. "So? Go. Gate's right here."

"Nah, you don't get it. I mean, I gotta go to the Ladies' Room." Jacob's face twisted up, like he'd bitten a lemon. He hadn't stepped foot in one since he was five or six, back when his mom dragged him in 'cause he was too little to go solo. Now? In this body? It felt straight-up weird, like invading some forbidden zone.

Benjamin blinked, then busted out laughing. "Oh snap, for real? Bro, it had to happen sometime. What, you expect to hold it in for days? We're on vacay-nature calls."

Jacob rubbed his temples, the purse dangling awkwardly from his elbow. "I dunno, man. I didn't think it'd come up while I was with people. Like, solo? Maybe. But this? Sus."

"Chill, it's whatever," Benjamin said, standing up. "C'mon, I'll walk you there and wait outside. No biggie."

They weaved through the throngs of travelers, Benjamin leading the way to the restrooms. Jacob's stomach twisted with nerves, like pre-game jitters but worse. What if someone clocked him? What if it was awkward AF? He hesitated at the door, staring at the little skirt-figure sign.

"Go on, you'll be fine," Benjamin encouraged, leaning against the wall outside.