Jamal chose his words carefully, trying his best not to upset his friend, “I mean, Halloween JUST ended. Can’t ya just wait until after Thanksgiving, at least?”

Leland pulled up his ugly sweater in retort, showing off his festive high-waisted booty shorts with a peak of a frilly panty line on full display, “Pshh, never too early to celebrate! Besides, what if they get this all fixed up by the time December comes around?” he suggestively rolled his hips for emphasis, “You’ll be kicking yourself that you didn’t get a nibble of this 'Christmas ham' while the getting’s good.”
 
If Jamal was able to focus on anything besides the ass in front of him, he’d be agreeing with his friend. Due to some poorly-maintained metal casing, the old machine the college used for Swap Class malfunctioned, sending beams of energy chaotically all throughout the lab. Leland wasn’t hurt, but he was one of the few that got hit, and for reasons no one could figure out yet, his head ended up atop the body of the sexy TA. The two of them were understandably upset, growing all the more agitated when they learned they’d not be returning to normal any time soon. The newer models- which nearly every technician was accustomed to operating- were designed to perform a simple transfer of consciousnesses specifically to avoid such situations, so with the old machine being decommissioned years ago, they had to practically reverse-engineer the dinosaur to make any real progress.

The TA was so “popular” with the guys in class that they could barely get anything done when she was around, and now that was Leland’s burden to bear. The first few weeks were miserable for him: barely leaving his apartment, refusing to put on a bra, wearing the baggiest clothes he could get his hands on. No way they’d give him a Gender Studies credit for this mess, either. But eventually he stopped feeling sorry for himself. Even if this situation was freaky, it’d be temporary, so what would be the harm in embracing this new experience, see how the other half lives? Leland always had a rounded face, so by shaving off the stubble, letting his hair grow out a little, his head barely looked out of place with all those curves. He’d been experimenting with the skirts that the TA sent over, but he didn’t want to embarrass the woman by dressing up all slutty around campus. Those outfits, Leland reserved for Jamal. Neither of them were particularly lucky with the ladies, so the friends with benefits arrangement was a no-brainer once Leland became more comfortable in his (borrowed) skin. 

Knowing he’d earned Jamal’s approval, Leland pranced over to his buddy’s lap, humming a Christmas carol. He was a little off-key, and still had his masculine bassy voice, but didn’t stop the friction of his dance from doing its magic, soon feeling a familiar bulge press itself against his plump ass. Leland was already soaking wet, eager and hungry for his present.