His Obsession, My Body"

It was a gloomy autumn morning. I sat in front of the mirror, staring at a face that didn’t belong in any of those fairy-tale love stories girls read under their blankets at night. My hair was a messy brown, my eyes too narrow, my skin far from flawless. I didn’t look like a heroine. But behind these features lived a girl who never backed down... and never stayed silent. My name is Ria. A girl raised by loss and sharpened by pain. My parents died in a mysterious accident when I was just seven. Since then, I had nothing left but a sharp tongue and a mind that refused to break. I arrived at Devin Corp, where I worked, just minutes before clock-in time. Mira, the ever-annoying coworker who thrived on bullying, stood at the front door laughing with the others. The moment her eyes landed on me, I knew she was ready to play. “Oh wow, Ria!” she said loudly, acting surprised. “Did you actually sleep in a house last night and not under a bridge?” I smiled sweetly, walked closer, and whispered in her ear, “You might want to check your email. You’ll be explaining some fake invoices to the finance team... in front of everyone.” Her face went pale for a second. She tried to recover, but she didn’t know I had already sent an anonymous email with real proof. The trap was already set. I walked to my desk, unbothered, pulled a piece of chocolate from my bag, and unwrapped it slowly. I don’t fight with words. I let my actions speak. Then... I saw him. Yan. Tall but not too tall. His body was slim, his face almost fragile. But his eyes... they were full of things unsaid, like someone who had been broken too many times by the world and learned to smile through the cracks. Yan liked me. I could see it. In his gaze. In the way he once stood up for me when someone made a crude comment. He never said anything out loud, but he didn’t need to. Still, he was weak. He didn’t have the courage to speak. And that... annoyed me. And intrigued me. Then there was Devin, the CEO. The man every intern drooled over. Tall, handsome, powerful... and disgusting. He didn’t look at women like humans. We were options on his daily menu. Me? He didn’t even notice I existed. And that made me want to crush him even more. But today wasn’t like any other day. I had planned a new prank for Mira. A fake resignation letter, carefully forged and placed inside the office fax machine. It looked so real, even I was impressed. I wanted to see her face when she’d be called in for an “urgent HR meeting.” But as I stood by the corner watching, something strange happened. Someone pushed me—hard—from behind. I slammed into a shelf, and a heavy file crashed onto my head. I felt a cold rush through my veins. There was a blinding white light. Then... nothing. ** When I opened my eyes, my back ached and I was breathing heavily. I tried to move, but something felt... off. My hands looked longer. My reflection— I ran to the mirror. And screamed. That wasn’t my face. It was Yan’s. ** Meanwhile, Yan sat in my room, in my body, staring at the mirror. “What the hell—” he gasped. “I’m... I’m Ria?!” He screamed and grabbed at his—my—hair. We had switched. Somehow, impossibly, our bodies had changed. ** We didn’t know how. We didn’t know why. But we had no choice. The next morning, I walked into the company wearing Yan’s white shirt and his slightly wrinkled pants, while he walked in my body—head down, trying to avoid eye contact. I ruined his life in one day. Spilled coffee on Devin, insulted Mira’s outfit in front of the whole department, and almost got him fired after accidentally hitting on someone’s girlfriend. He, on the other hand, tried his best to keep my image alive. Avoided Mira, avoided Devin, avoided everyone. But it was too late. Our story had begun . I stepped into the elevator in Yan’s body, my chest still rising and falling from all the chaos I’d caused—spilling coffee on the manager, screaming at Mira, and laughing at the strange, masculine voice that was slowly starting to feel… like mine. I hit the button for the sixth floor a little too hard and leaned back against the cold wall, exhaling. And then— My body walked in. I mean… Rhea. I mean… Yan in my body. He looked at me—at himself—with wide eyes and a clenched jaw, biting his lip like he was holding in a scream. “You’re insane! What are you doing in my body?! You spilled coffee on the manager!” I smirked, raising a brow—or trying to. Yan’s eyebrows are stubborn as hell. “Oops. Did I scald the office perv? May the gods forgive me.” “Rhea, this is not the time for jokes!” he hissed, accidentally slamming the emergency button instead of ‘close’. I laughed—a deep, masculine laugh that startled even me. “Did you forget which body you’re in? Even your fingers panic now.” He groaned. “I’m trying to protect your image!” I stepped closer. One foot… then another. The elevator crawled upward like it, too, knew we needed this confrontation. I stopped in front of him—facing my own eyes. “You care about my image now?” “Yes! Of course I do!” “Why?” His face turned red. My face. I watched the blush rise from my neck to my cheeks and settle at the tips of my ears. “Because… I love you.” I froze. He said it. He actually said it. Now, of all moments. I stared at him, and before I could respond— The elevator jerked. The lights flickered. A click. It stopped. “NOOO!” we screamed in unison. He slammed buttons in panic. “We’re trapped! I’m stuck in your body and you’re stuck in mine! What is this curse?!” He sank to the floor and covered his face. “We’re gonna die in the wrong bodies.” I slid down across from him and bumped his knees with mine. “On the bright side… maybe we’ll reincarnate properly next time.” A pause. And then—we laughed. Laughed without knowing why. Maybe from stress. Or absurdity. Or maybe… the tension. He glanced up—his face, my soul. “Does my body feel… weird to you?” I flexed my fingers—his fingers. “It doesn’t just feel weird. It feels loaded. Like it wants things I never asked for.” He swallowed hard. “Do you feel… anything strange in my body?” I grinned. “Oh, you mean when I saw Sarah from accounting and your body practically wagged its tail?” “Yes!” “Well, I saw Devin earlier, and I swear your body tried to jump him. I didn’t even know I liked guys with tattoos.” A heavy silence fell between us. I was a woman in a man’s body, craving a man. He was a man in a woman’s body, blushing at a breeze. “How do you live like this?” he whispered. “The tight clothes, the perfume, the way everything feels…” I laughed. “And I keep getting random boners every time someone walks by! So don’t come at me with that sympathy.” “Rhea!” he gasped. “Yan. If we’re gonna survive this, honesty is key.” Then, without warning, I reached out. My hand—his hand—touched his cheek. “My cheek.” “Tell me…” I whispered, “Do you love yourself more now… or me?” His gaze locked onto mine—messy, nervous, hot. And just like that, the elevator buzzed back to life. Lights flicked on. We both jumped to our feet, fixing clothes that didn’t belong to us. Burying desires we didn’t understand. When the doors slid open on the sixth floor, we walked out in silence— Me, in his body, with a crooked smile. Him, in mine, with flushed cheeks and shaky steps. But one thing was crystal clear: Something had changed. And we were never going back. .