Milo stood frozen in the lobby of Exchange Island. He wasn’t quite sure how to react. He had been told that both he and his wife Eleanor would return to their original bodies when they checked out. And it worked for her -- his wife’s normal, middle aged body stood before him -- but it didn’t work for him! Milo did still swap, but not back into his own body; he was now an Asian woman in an animal print bikini with bunches in his hair.
“Milo?” Eleanor asked.
“It’s me,” He replied, “This is awkward.”
“Well, you were lucky enough to have that rather fit young man’s body for our time here. The rumors I’ve heard about men dealing with women’s bodies that for their entire vacation is quite common. You can deal with it for a few minutes while we sort this out.”
Eleanor turned to the lobby clerk, “Excuse me, but I think there’s been a mixup. That is most certainly not my husband’s body.”
“Let me see if I can clear that up,” The clerk replied as she started typing into the computer, “Give me a moment.”
After several minutes, the clerk spoke up again, “I’m sorry, but that technically IS your husband’s body.”
Eleanor scoffed, “I’m pretty sure you can see that it’s not. What about that body says ‘husband’ to you?”
“I mean, that’s his body now LEGALLY. He’s a Clause 13.”
“Excuse me?”
“On Page 12, Section 3, Clause 13: In the event of accidental death of the guest’s original body, the guest agrees to assume permanently the new available body of another party responsible for said death.”
“My husband is dead?”
“No, he’s right there. He just has a new body...for good.”
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