Couldn't Find a Thing to Wear

The phone had been ringing off the hook for over twenty minutes before David finally picked it up. A booming, angry voice spoke from the other end, “Where the hell are you?”

“I’m still getting ready,” David lamented, “I couldn’t seem to find a thing to wear.”

“I loaned you three suitcases worth of stuff last night. You needed to pick out ONE outfit to change into this morning so we could go back to the lab to get our bodies swapped back.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just so hard to pick out something that looked just right. I honestly have a brand new appreciation for women and--”

The voice on the other end cut him off, “Just get down here now in whatever you’re currently wearing. If we miss this appointment, we are going to be stuck in each other’s bodies until they have another opening.”

David thought about it. Maybe being late and stuck in Heather’s body a little longer might not be a bad thing.