burp and get dirty. The slob just loves it, he loves the smell of dirt, the feel of body hair, the way he sweat, and farting. They continue to swap bodies every day until one day the neat Yorker wake

Aaron meticulously lined up his collection of organic soaps, his petite stature a stark contrast to his tower of cleaning products. His diminutive frame was matched only by his obsession with cleanliness, his skin pale and bright from constant scrubbing. His pulse quickened at merely the thought of bacteria, germs, mites bacterial hordes invading his sanctuary of cleanliness. In marked contrast was his cousin, Big Bill. His name was an apt description of his large girth, a behemoth of a man. Sweat pooled around him where he sat, a manifestation of his disregard for personal hygiene. He was a man reveling in his own grime, his body hair thick and unruly, his skin seldom kissed by soap and water. Belching and farting were his favorite pastime, his eruptive laughter accompanying every bodily display. One night, after arguing who lived the better lifestyle, they each went to bed, worn by the intensity of the debate. When Aaron woke, it was to a world he feared - he was in Big Bill's body. Panic seized him as he ran a hairy, massive hand over the burly chest covered in sweat-soaked hair. He could almost hear the bacteria laughing, mocking him from every pore. The stench of unwashed skin, the rancid smell of old sweat ingrained in the flesh, the body odor was something he had always shuddered at. Now, it emanated from him. His round belly jiggled with each heave of breath, the feeling alien and grotesque. His feet reeked, encased in socks, marinating in their own sweat. Each toe was a vomit-inducing combination of fungi and dirt, each nail a chipped testament to neglect. The taste that coated his tongue resembled a garbage bin in a heatwave, making him wretch. He wanted to scrub, to wash away this filth, yet the vastness of the task made him despair. And then, it happened. Pressure built surprisingly in his lower abdomen, shocking him as he realized what was to come. Fighting the urge was futile as it forced its way out, making him shudder. The sound itself made him blush, but the smell... it was unthinkable. His entire body convulsed in revulsion as he attempted to cope with this newfound disgust, his horror barely suppressed. His face twisted in pure agony at the realization that he was trapped, forced to live in this cesspool of horror that Big Bill loved. If the body swap had been more literal than metaphorical, he had a lot of cleaning up to do – starting with himself.