Don't Cry Over Spilled Potions

Victor examined the mess he had made on the floor, and he couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of dread. He could only hope that Bethany knew how to make another vial of antidote for the body swap potion they had both taken earlier. He hadn’t enjoyed his time in Bethany’s body; being a woman was just too damned uncomfortable. From the awkward heels to the tight dress, it all just felt so weird. He had only agreed to swap because Bethany had been so into the idea of making these weird magic potions that he thought he’d humor her. How was he supposed to know one would actually work anyway?