Crime of the Century

Ralph walked into the room and placed one his hands on his hip, the other he placed on a chair to steady himself. He hated being in a body this old, but it was all part of the plan. A few days ago, he used the body swapper to steal this old lady’s body, then went into her bank to initiate a transfer of all her money into a few offshore accounts owned by either himself or his buddy Frank. He looked over to Frank on the other side of the room, who was checking something out on the computer.

“Has the money cleared yet?” Ralph sighed.

“Not yet, dude.” Frank replied, “We’re talking about millions of dollars. It’s going to take some time.”

“Yeah, and I’m stuck in this damned body until it goes through. We can’t risk her canceling the transfers.” “It can’t be that bad.”

“I’m a freaking old lady! My joints hurt! My skin is wrinkled! I don’t even want to describe what it’s like to change and take a shower every day! I’ll just be glad when this is all over and I can swap back into my own body!”