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My best friend Mia is very disorganized. She mainly struggles in school, and while I help her a lot in the traditional way, sometimes we swap bodies and I take exams in her place. It's an extremely rare ability, caused by perfect magical harmony between us. We can swap at any time, with only one of us needing to initiate it. When we first found out, I didn't like the thought of spending some of my time as a girl and letting someone else use my body. I was worried that it would start to become normal, that we would start becoming dependent on it. Recently, though, we've been using it for increasingly minor things. I can't say quite what it is, but there's something I like about her body, so I suppose it's not as bad as I thought it would be.

I don't think I'm nerdy or anything, but I just find it easy to pay attention in class and I naturally absorb everything. That's probably why she doesn't feel that bad asking me to do all this for her. Still, I don't feel like she's trying to take advantage of me. She's helped and supported me a lot of times as well, just not with academic stuff. She's in a different class this year, and since she usually has exams before me, I get to use it as practice anyways. She's sadly already in danger of failing, so I was happy to help her with her exams and get her through this term.

There was one today. I forgot to set my alarm for this morning, and when I checked the time, it was much later than I'd wanted. I was studying late into the night last night, and now I was paying for it. We usually swap once we get to school, so I didn't want to leave her waiting. I quickly threw on my clothes and left, breaking into a run. As I passed through the school gate, I thought for sure that Mia would have beaten me to school for once, but I couldn't find her in our usual spot. Had she gone in already? As I caught my breath, a classmate came up to me, alerting me that I had forgotten my bag. Just as I was about to ask him for the time, though, reality warped around me, and I knew what was happening.

She's done this before—leaving me to wake up in her body, with only a text message on her phone explaining how she'd make it up later—but never before in a rush like this. I relied on instinct and memory to do what was necessary. Maybe I've done this a couple times too many. I tied her hair up with something passable and threw on her uniform—the unwashed one laying on the floor. I was very close on time, but I quickly got some toast, sine her brain absolutely fries if she doesn't have any food in her system. As I put on her shoes in the narrow entranceway, somehow the chill of the morning air coming through the door felt even more frigid and intimidating than before. The sprint of my life lay in front of me.

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I threw myself across the doorway, onto the floor, gasping for oxygen. Usually no girl would dare let herself be seen at school in such a desperate condition. Seconds later, the teacher arrived. As he stepped around my nearly dead body, he looked me in the eyes, saying Mia's name in a calm, but confused, manner. The whole class was staring at me, stunned.

The feeling of bare skin on the classroom floor finally made me aware of the absolutely necessary things I'd forgotten. With the last bit of my energy, I crawled out of the room.

Eventually I walked back to her house. I lay in her bed, under her sheets, for hours. I didn't bother to go looking for her skirt, I didn't even have enough energy to take off her uniform. When she finally texted me, she told me that I was forgiven, but that she wouldn't be going back to her body for the next few days. I suppose that dealing with the embarrassment myself will be a fair enough punishment.