Bookish

Dan had been methodically checking the apartment he shared with his girlfriend for the past week. Ever since she did something to swap bodies with him. He knew she was into the occult; there had to be some sort of spell or potion recipe in a book or on a scrap of paper. It had to be somewhere. Any time she went out, he’d go about looking for it; so far he turned up nothing. Whenever she was home, he just went along with it; pretending not to be bothered by the swap. He knew better than to make her angry; she might do something even worse. Heck, he was pretty sure the reason that she swapped bodies with him in the first place was to punish him for something stupid he had said to piss her off.