Style

Both Jim and Caroline had hoped going to sleep for the night and waking up the next morning would reverse the body swap that had affected both of them. When it was obvious it hadn’t, they decided to meet up. It was in a park not far from both their apartments; they barely recognized themselves.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Jim asked, “I hope my roommates didn’t see you leave looking like that?”

“It’s called style. You should try it some time,” Caroline replied, “I mean, like, you really should. You have my body looking like someone who grew up in a Good Will bin. And would it hurt you to put some makeup on my face?”

“Hey! I’m a guy! We wear comfortable clothes, and we don’t wear makeup!”

“Except you’re not a guy right now. You’re me! And if we’re stuck as each other for longer, you’re going to have to make a bit more effort, please?”

“Only if you agree to tone it down a little! I don’t want people thinking I’m gay when I’m back in that body!”

Caroline hesitated, “Okay. Fine. A little. But now, we have a lot of work to do on you...or, on me...whatever.”