My Ex, My Body
Characters Introduction
~Characters Introduction~
Melessa Muffins
23
Middle child. Wild heart. Glitter enthusiast.
Bakes like a dream, laughs like a riot, and loves like family.
Cheerful, chaotic, and now—accidentally trapped in her ex’s body.
Peter Woods
24
Oldest sibling. Gym-built, emotionally constipated.
Speaks in grunts, loves in silence, and secretly cares way too much.
Tough on the outside—and now stuck in the softest, sparkliest body he’s ever known.
Gloria Reyes
23
Melessa’s ride-or-die since kindergarten.
Protective, sharp-tongued, and allergic to drama—unless it’s Melessa’s.
Big sister energy with a black belt in side-eyes and loyalty.
Mateo Muffins (Melessa's Older brother)
26
Golden retriever energy in human form.
Charms every room, teases like it’s his job, and has a sixth sense for when his siblings need a hug—or a prank.
Micah Muffins (Melessa's younger brother)
20
Quiet, hoodie-loving gamer with mysterious snack stashes.
Speaks in nods, lives online, and somehow gets away with everything—because everyone babies him. Especially Melessa.
Ruby Woods (Peter's sister)
20
Sharp, stylish, and always ten steps ahead.
She teases Peter like it’s an Olympic sport but would throw hands for him in a heartbeat.
Layla Woods ( Peter's sister)
18
Sweet, stubborn, and still figuring herself out.
Worships Ruby, argues with Peter, and secretly thinks Melessa was the best thing that ever happened to their family.
Nolan Reyes (Gloria's brother)
28.
Calm, sharp, and the definition of “eldest child responsibilities.”
The guy who always has a plan, a backup plan, and a quiet way of showing up when it matters most.
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Chapter 1
Melessa
*gasping*
Peter?! What are you—? Who is that?!
She charges into the gym, hair wild, wearing cupcake-patterned pajamas because—dream logic
Peter
*smiling too much*
Oh, hey Mel. This is Tasha.
He wraps an arm around the ponytail-wearing stranger. She giggles. The betrayal is immediate.
Melessa
*mouth falling open*
Tasha?! Who the hell is Tasha?! You’re already dating? It’s been two months! Two!
Tasha
*smug*
You must be the ex. He told me you were… quirky.
Melessa
*snatching a kettlebell*
I’m about to be incarcerated, Tasha.
She hurls it like a vengeful Greek goddess. Everything goes white.
Reality. Morning. Somewhere between 7AM and a nervous breakdown.
Melessa
*waking with a jolt*
GAHHHH—
*she sits up. Blinks. Squints*
...Why is my ceiling so plain? And why does it smell like sweat and—wait.
She throws off the blanket. Sees muscle. A lot of it
Melessa
OH MY GOD, WHOSE THIGHS ARE THESE?!
She scrambles out of bed. Hits her shin on a protein tub. Glares.
Melessa
Is this…? Is this Peter’s room? No. No no no. This is a dream. Dream within a dream. A dream burrito.
She runs to the mirror. Sees Peter’s face staring back.
Melessa
*horrified whisper*
No. Freaking. Way.
*she touches her—his—face. Slaps a cheek. Slaps the other. Nothing*
WHY DO I HAVE STUBBLE?!
Melessa
*she lifts her—his—shirt. Gasps.*
I HAVE ABS. I HAVE ACTUAL, TERRIFYING ABS. AND—OH GOD—PECS. I AM A HUMAN DOOR.
Silence. Then a strangled scream that rattles the windows.
Melessa
*yelling*
PETER WOODS, WHAT KIND OF CURSED NIGHTMARE BODY SWAP JUMANJI SHENANIGAN IS THIS?!
Chapter 2
Peter Woods was waking up to the softest mattress and biggest identity crisis of his life.
Peter
*groaning*
Ugh… why does everything smell like vanilla frosting?
He shifts under an aggressively pink blanket. Feels… weird. Lighter. His hair brushes his cheek. His arm… is definitely not his arm.
Peter
*frowning*
What the hell—
He kicks the blanket off and sees legs. Smooth legs. Painted toes. A sleep shirt that says “Caution: May Bake When Emotional.”
He shoots up from the bed, staggers to the mirror, and stops cold.
Peter
That’s not me. That’s—OH MY GOD I’M MEL.
Mateo
*barging in cheerfully*
Morning, sunshine! Get up before Micah eats your cereal again.
He walks in, holding a mug. Sees Peter—as Melessa
Mateo
Wow, you look like you fought a tornado in your sleep. Why are you standing like a confused giraffe?
He stares at him like he’s seen a ghost.
Mateo
*grinning*
Aww, don’t look so shocked. It’s me. Your favorite brother-from-another-mother. Now hurry up, Gloria's waiting and I’m not dealing with her rage if we’re late again.
Peter
*slowly*
Right. Gloria.
*he rubs his face. Feels… her face. Still stunned.
Okay. Stay calm. Stay—OH MY GOD I HAVE HER FACE.
Mateo
*laughing*
You okay, Muffin? You’re acting weirder than usual. Bad dream? Menstrual rage? Existential crisis?
Peter
*under his breath*
All of the above.
He walks to the mirror again. Touches his—her—cheek. Still her reflection. He turns back to Mateo, cautiously.
Peter
Hypothetically… if I told you I wasn't Melessa...
Mateo
*snorts*
Then I’d say you need coffee and less internet. Now get your butt downstairs, Peter Jr.
Peter freezes. Peter Jr.? That’s what Melessa used to call his left bicep.
Peter
*softly*
Okay. This is real. This is actually real.
*beat*
I’m in Melessa’s body.
*beat*
...And she’s probably in mine.
He grabs a hoodie—Melessa’s oversized strawberry one—and mutters as he heads to the door.
Peter
Great. Just great. I'm in a cupcake-scented crisis surrounded by people who think I’m the most unpredictable woman alive. I need to find her. Now.
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