It's a Nightmare

“What the hell? What the hell is this?” Brendon said as he looked down to see a body other than his owned wearing a floral top and skirt.

“It’s a nightmare. That’s what it is,” Anna said speaking from Brendon’s body.

He looked over. “Nightmare for me! You have the unique opportunity to be in the body of a peak male speciman!”

“Peak...male...you’ve got to be kidding me? I can feel the gas building up inside your gut, and I’m not sure which way it wants to come out; I feel my breath wheezing from that cigarette you smoked earlier, which I can still taste; and don’t get me started on your thinning hair!”

“Don’t be jealous, Babe. My bod is 100% keeping it real. Unlike you. I can feel like an inch of makeup on your face and I’m pretty sure these are silicon --”

“They’re real!” Steamed Anna.

“Whatever. They don’t feel real from this perspective.”

“You wouldn’t even know what real ones feel like...But maybe we focus on getting our bodies back instead of insulting each other? These things above our heads have to do something.”

“Leave it to the alpha male,” Brendon said as he stood up to tinker with the devices above their heads, breaking them almost instantly...