Stretch

“Please, please, please...” Bruce mumbled to himself as he looked at the scale.

He and Frances had used the Medallion of Zulu to swap bodies earlier that day. He thought it was all in good fun, but she suddenly turned on him. She told him not to screw up her body. She put down a list of ultimatums, the most important being that he could not gain even an ounce of weight. She was set to begin her career in professional ballet that night, and she didn’t want him to screw it up. Bruce was having a hard time understanding how he could even make her body gain weight in the twelve hour period they had agreed to be swapped, but he didn’t take any chances. He didn’t eat a thing. Still, looking at the scale, he was nervous. It said he had gained a pound! Frances would be here any minute, and she threatened not to switch back. Of course, as he stood on his tip-toes, he realized he technically did have Frances’s body; maybe he also had her talents! Even if she didn’t swap back, maybe he could pull off her moves tonight and convince her it’s all okay. It seemed like a stretch...