Fix

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand,” Chris flustered, “The university has fixed the body swapping machine.We can swap back now!”

“But do you really want to?” Mika asked, “Just look as us for a second. When I was in that body, I dressed like I am now -- jeans, a sweatshirt, no makeup -- and look at what you’ve done in a few short months in my body. You’ve developed a style that few other girls on campus can't match. I’m actually really comfortable in your body; it feels right. I would highly doubt it if you didn’t say the same.”

Chris became silent for a moment. He had absolutely enjoyed every second of being a woman -- of being Mika. She was right. He was pressuring her to swap back because it was what they were supposed to do, just like how he never explored fashion or his feminine side in his old body because it was something he was not supposed to do. Being a woman had freed him of all that.

“But can we stay like this?” He asked, “Is that even allowed?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? It’s their fault we were swapped in the first place. And as long as we both agree, there’s shouldn’t be an issue.”