Peter paused. He could tell he wasn’t fully getting through. He had a feeling he knew why, and so he continued, “I get it. She has a medallion that swaps people’s bodies. She could be anyone; you’re thinking she could even be in this body -- YOUR body -- right now. There’s probably not a lot I can convince you that I’m not her. But unless you’re enjoying wearing my boxer shorts under my jeans, I’m not sure you have a lot of other options than to trust me. If we don’t find the thing, we stay stuck. If we do, who else are you going to swap with? Do you even see anyone else around for miles? Plus, have you looked at yourself? Your body is stronger than mine is right now. It’s not like I could get a jump on you to take you down to try something later, so can we just please start looking?”
We have to find it, I don't want to be her. I said that I wanted get into her pants. I didn't want to wear them or be her. The strangest thing is the more I'm her, the more I feel comfortable as her!!!
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