An hour (Part 1)

"How'd you like to make $100?"

"Excuse me?" Frank asked to the mysterious stranger.

The woman asked again, "How'd you like to make $100? Let me borrow your body for one hour, and it's yours."

"Do you need me to move something for you or something? Yeah, sure, I'll help."

"No, I literally want your body. For one hour, my soul will be in your body, and yours will be in mine."

Frank was sort of confused but agreed; he could really use the money. The next thing he knew, he was in the woman's body with $100 in his hands. His own body had disappeared. He held his hands with the money up to his face, still taking in the surreality of the situation.