Zach had been doing repairs around the house and was getting quite tired of his wife nagging him about being careful. But as he fell off the ladder, he only had time to think about how he should have listened to her more carefully before crashing down to the ground.
He wasn’t sure how long he was knocked out, but his head was throbbing. Nothing felt broken, but nothing felt right either. The first thing he noticed was the man that now stood above him.
The man spoke, “I know you want to help, Ximora, but I’ve told you that you don’t need to. I’ve got this.”
Zach’s head pounded as he realized that Ximora was his name, and that this man standing here was his -- no wait, her -- her husband. She was struggling to remember the details of her life while also trying to forget that she had ever been Zach.
After a few moments, she finally spoke as she stood, “I’m...not...a...man.”
Her husband slapped her butt. “I should hope not. Do you feel okay?”
Part of Ximora wanted to be outraged by that slap but a larger part seemed to like it. She smiled, “I just...need some rest. I’ll be inside on the couch while I let my big, strong husband take care of things out here.”
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