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Anyone want to swap bodies?

Randall’s Exam

by @nonotnolan

Dylan curled up on his nerdy roommate’s bed, trying to ease his anxiety about the whole situation with a few of the comic books he’d found under the bed.  It should have been simple.  Randall had promised him it would be simple.

There was simply no way Dylan would have been able to pass his Calculus exam without cheating.  And if he failed, Coach was going to bench him for the rest of the season– he was already on academic probation for failing Organic Chemistry.  Randall offered to take the test for him.  Dylan was expecting some sort of lecture hall paper switching, but then Randall pulled out a dusty amulet and explained he would literally switch their bodies.  Randall would take the exam looking like Dylan, Dylan would take it easy, and then they would switch back.  

It probably should’ve been a warning sign that Randall wasn’t asking for any sort of payment.  He’d been a complete asshole these past few weeks, the whole team had.  And when Dylan had found out he was gay, well… he’d started walking around the room half naked, posing and flexing his muscles, taunting Randall and his skinny body.

His hideously skinny body, and his awful thick-rimmed glasses that were a part of that hipster look which he loathed.  God, the thought of having to wear Randall’s wardrobe out in public… but none of his jerseys or polos would come anywhere close to fitting now.  Randall should have finished the test around noon… and it was now pushing eight o'clock.  He was supposed to meet up with the team for their pre-game brews!

There had to be some sort of reason.  Randall would be perfectly willing to give Dylan back his chiseled abs and his firm six pack, right?  He kept looking out the window, hoping to see his body walking down the sidewalk.  The thought of Randall taking his pristine body down to some faggy gay bar, using his winning smile to try and hook up with some random twink…

No, there was a good explanation for why Randall was so late.  He just needed to be patient.  Better just keep reading Randall’s comics, or using Randall’s laptop, and eventually he’d get his own body back.

Right?