Lost

“Come on!” Leslie whined, “How many times are you going to make me apologize?”

“How many times?” Ty asked, “You are never going to be done apologizing to me. You lost the damned medallion, the only thing that would ever be able to swap us back to our own bodies. Because of that, I am going to be stuck as a woman, as you, for the rest of my life.”

“But don’t you love me? What’s wrong with being me?”

“It seemed like a fun idea when you suggested it for a few hours, but now we’re talking about forever? That’s a whole different ball game. I’m not exactly thrilled about wearing bras and panties for the rest of my life, not to mention dealing with certain things once a month...”