Justin and Ralph were the best of friends, as platonically close as any two people could possibly be. Practically brothers, they went to the same schools, watched the same shows, played the same sports, they did EVERYTHING together. Even in high school, when Justin blossomed to become star forward while the puberty fairy barely gave Ralph a second look, the gap of popularity had no chance of alienating their friendship. 

When it was time to go to university, it was almost a no-brainer that they’d go together across the country to attend the same place. It was in those hollowed halls of higher learning that would take their connection to a whole other level. Both were spending some private time alone, relieving some pressure the best way young men know how, but little did they know their private time was about to become VERY public. The FOSE had struck right at the moment of climax, swapping their bodies with whom they had happened to be thinking of in that intimate moment, those being two members of the female football team. It would appear that their tastes in women were also one and the same.

Despite both of them being stuck in the bodies of attractive women, neither Justin nor Ralph seemed to stumble as they adjusted to their new realities. Justin was considerably shorter now, as well as a center of gravity he was still getting used to, but that didn’t stop him from getting right back onto the football field as soon as he was cleared by the coach. Ralph’s life actually improved: his football skills hadn’t been good enough to secure him a scholarship, but now, with with his athletic, more coordinated body, he had the raw skill to go with the technique he had honed for years. He was so proficient, he was even rivaling Justin’s performance on the field (though neither would admit who was the better baller.) The two of them had become such a success story, overcoming hardships (that they may or not have been responsible for, but that was besides the point) that they were asked to interview for the campus website, even pose for a quick photoshoot, wherein one of the guys-turned-girls was allowing himself to get more distracted than the other. Justin played it cool for the cameras, but of course he could feel Ralph’s “subtle glances,” as well as the other dozen times he had checked him out that day alone. Ralph had always been a bit awkward around women, so it was no surprise that he couldn’t help but drink it all in. In truth, Justin didn’t mind the attention, and he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t entertained the thought of hooking up with him: a bro he’d known forever that shared all of his interests, wrapped up in one of the sexiest packages out there? How could he resist? Hell, Justin had probably jerked it to Ralph’s new body more times than anyone; statistically, he had been more likely to switch with her than with the woman he actually swapped with. Honor was the only thing keeping Justin from making out with his best friend on the field, then and there: TECHNICALLY, Justin still had a girlfriend, and even though she was straight, they hadn’t officially broken it off yet. However, Justin knew that the SECOND he was single again, he wouldn’t maintain the self-control to keep himself from peeling off Ralph’s skinny jeans and giving his bro such a tongue-lashing that he’d completely forget that he was ever a man...