Sick Day

After coming home from a hard day, Malcolm put his hands on his hips, frustrated at the sight he saw. There was his own body sitting on the couch wearing nothing but underwear, drinking a beer. He sighed.

“Honey, did you call in sick again today?” He asked.

His own body nodded.

“Look, we agreed to go back to work today, to try to pretend to be each other until we can find a way to swap back to our own bodies. I held up my end. I went to your job. I may not have enjoyed being in your body, being a woman in the workplace, but I did it. You need to start doing the same. You can’t keep using up all my sick days.”