“What the hell, Jules?” He asked her. She immediately knew he was referring to the dress she was wearing.
“I didn’t have a choice! I had to come looking for you!” She replied.
“And you didn’t think, ‘Hey, let me find some clothes first to not make Marc look like an idiot?’ I’ve just been here the entire time; I didn’t want to make YOU look bad.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. So then we should switch clothes or something?”
Marc’s heart sank. It was one thing for Julie to be running around his body wearing a dress. Yeah, that was embarrassing. But switching clothes meant that he was going to actually be wearing a dress. He wasn’t sure he could ever live that down -- even though no one else would really know. He knew he looked like Julie right now, so he should probably dressing like her anyway. Plus, it would get Julie out of that dress and into something less humiliating. He just wanted to be back in his own body and not have to think about any of this mess.
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