[ WP ] You discover that you can swap identities with people when you touch them .

Do n't sound desperate. Do n't sound desperate. Do n't sound desperate. 
 
 `` So, ya wan na meet up tonight? There's a great place I've been wanting to try out.'' 
 
 `` Sure! I'd love to!'' 
 
 He threw down his phone and clapped his hands. This was the closest he had ever been to seeing any of the girls he had met online. He was shaking with excitement. 
 
 When the night came he put on his lucky socks, bundled up and rushed out to his car. He had to wait a few minutes for the ice to melt off his window. 
 
 He arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early and sat in the waiting area. The anticipation of finally meeting her clawed at his stomach. Right when he thought he could not take any more, the door opened and she walked in. 
 
 She looked even better than her photos had led him to imagine. She was a goddess. 
 
 `` H-hi, nice to meet you. How do you do?'' 
 
 He reached out and clumsily grabbed her hand. Looking down, he saw that he had n't even remembered to take off his gloves. 
 
 She giggled and responded, `` How do you do? Ha. So formal! Nice to meet you too. I've been looking forward to this all week!'' 
 
 The dinner could not have gone better. Playful banter was followed by intimate conversation. This was interrupted by a wine glass being knocked off the table causing them to laugh until their sides hurt. Before long they both felt as if they had known each other for their whole lives. 
 
 `` Is it already closing time? How long have we been here?'' 
 
 They sat and looked into each other's eyes, both unable to hide their smiles. 
 
 `` Do you think you could give me a lift home? I took a taxi.'' 
 
 Silently they sat in his car shivering. It was late and the temperature had fallen quite low. As he drove she rested her head against his shoulder. 
 
 `` Would you like to come up? I have an impressive collection of alcohol.'' 
 
 `` I'd love to,'' he responded holding back his nervousness. 
 
 As they sat on her couch drinking and talking, the tension rose and they leaned in to kiss. He quickly jerked away before they made contact. 
 
 He had never kissed anyone and could not remember how long it had been since he had even touched someone. It must have been years. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' he whispered. `` This is all new to me.'' 
 
 Quietly she whispered back, `` I understand.'' 
 
 They looked at each other for some time before she said, `` Here, why do n't I turn off the lights. Maybe that will help relax you.'' 
 
 With the lights off they they were nothing more than faint outlines. Again they leaned into each other and joined lips. The contact sent a pulse of pleasure through his body. The sensation was so overwhelming that they both had to take a deep breath before they returned to each other. 
 
 He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. They kissed so passionately that they had no other thoughts. He ran his hands up her side and under her shirt. She was more firm and defined than he had imagined. Was she also a little hairy? 
 
 He slid his hands up further and was surprised to find that she was not wearing a bra, and that her chest felt very flat. He pulled back and stopped kissing her. 
 
 He had remembered her having noticeably large breasts. 
 
 `` Everything okay?'' 
 
 He pulled back his hands to scratch his head, only to feel that his head felt unusual and his hair was long. He touched his hand to his face and knew immediately that his face had changed and was not his own. He slid his hands down to his chest and felt two large, soft breasts. 
 
 Panicking, he raced to the bathroom and turned on the lights. In the mirror, staring back at him was the girl of his dreams. Losing his balance he knocked a glass off the sink. 
 
 `` What's wrong? Are you okay?'' She called from outside the bathroom. 
 
 He opened the door and saw himself standing, mouth open, eyes terrified.
