Like many other people, Connor was always curious about what it would be like being a girl, at least temporarily, so when he learned about Exchange Island and how they could fulfill that fantasy, there was no hesitation when he booked a reservation. He knew jumping the gender fence wasn’t a guarantee, which made it all the sweeter when he was swapped into the body of a woman, an attractive one at that, a fact that its usual occupant was aware of, given how she had packed her luggage. So many options to choose from, and all so skimpy, consisting of so little fabric that they could all fit in a single suitcase. As himself, there were few times Connor felt confident in what he wore, and even fewer where he felt sexy, but he left his room wearing a swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination, the cool air kissing his hairless, tatted-up skin making him feel more alive than he ever had before. 

The stars had aligned, everything set up to perfection. If only Connor could enjoy it. He made it to the pool, and while he originally wanted to mingle with the other guests (perhaps show off a little), something happened that instead made him go over to a far-off corner to isolate himself. It was mere chance that he had encountered the woman that currently inhabited his body. Had he not, he could’ve spent the week in blissful ignorance, indulging in the once-in-a-lifetime experience Exchange Island provides, but as it stood, he watched as another man, lust in his eyes, use his very imposing physique to practically carry his body into a private room. Connor only managed to catch a glimpse at what was unfolding, but it didn’t take a genius to guess their intentions. 

The resort as a whole worked under the policy of “don’t ask, don’t tell”: being in a different body naturally leads to experimentation, so as long as it doesn’t lead to any bodily harm, anything was fair game. Given what he’d seen, however, thoughts of such experimentation stubbornly remained in the forefront of Connor’s mind. That guy was a beast, and if he was… proportionate down below, he was understandably worried about permanent damage if the woman in his male body was planning to “play catcher.” Admittedly, Connor himself hadn’t ruled out the idea of fooling around with another person, but he seriously doubted what was currently occurring behind closed doors had the same level of respect he was considering. Heck, it was only the first day; he hadn’t even fooled around solo yet! Alas, there wasn’t much he could do besides closing his eyes, feel on the tropical sun on his face, doing his best to focus on the body he was currently wearing, rather than the one he’d return to. It was safe to say Connor’s vacation wasn’t starting out like he had intended, but that didn’t mean it had to set the tone for the whole week.