Hard to Explain

Lawrence had been sitting his den for the three hours, waiting for his wife to come home and trying to think of what he was going to say to her. He wasn’t sure how he had swapped bodies with the random woman on the street, but how was he going to explain who he really was to his wife? Luckily, he got home first. Instead of changing out of the highly feminine clothes she wore, he just sat and thought. His heart beat faster as he heard the front door open and close. He still hadn’t come up with something good to say to her. He sat frozen until he heard his wife speak, “Honey, I’m home.” But the voice wasn’t hers. It was lower pitched; it was a man’s voice. If she had swapped too, maybe this might not be so hard to explain.