Sinn and I are dressed modestly and getting ready for bible study the same way we do every week — calm, obedient, trying to walk the straight path. We have no idea a body-swap disaster is about to hit us. Drake, across town, scrolls a secret transfer site that only shows girls marked as “open-hearted.” Only my name appears. He clicks. Before I know it, my mind goes blank and Drake is inside my body, taking control. Sinn watches in confusion as I start acting nothing like myself — touching my body, adjusting my clothes, curious in ways a church girl shouldn’t be. Drake spots Sinn and realizes he hit the jackpot: two reformed Christian girls in one room. He tests the swap again and suddenly Sinn freezes — now she has Drake inside. We take turns jolting between consciousness and emptiness, two embarrassed naked females, skirts and tops getting pulled off mid-transfer, bodies left exposed each time he hops between us. He laughs through us, learning our curves, posing us, examining us like
