Bimboesque

Frank had been to Exchange Island for business plenty of times before. He was used to switching bodies with one of the guests for the duration of his trip. But this time there had been a mix up. He was supposed to call his wife when he landed; this time he had to give her some bad news.

“Hey, Honey. It’s me. It’s Frank,” He began, “You know how it works here.”

He paused.

“Yeah, this time I’m a woman. You’d probably tell me that I deserve the body I got this time around. I’ll send you some pictures. You’ll laugh.”

He paused again.

“But I got some some bad news. There was a mix up with the computers. Somehow my reservation got marked as two years instead of two days. They’re going to try to fix it, but they don’t expect me to be out of here by Friday like I was supposed to be. And while I usually wouldn’t mind a few extra days at this place, this isn’t exactly the body I would want to be in, you know?”

He paused yet again.

“Like I said, I’ll send you pictures, but if I had to describe what I look like right now in a word? I’d probably say ‘bimbo-esque.’”