Pizza

“Can you please stop staring?” Clyde asked as he took another bite of pizza.

“Could you maybe have a salad wit that?” Tiffany pleaded, “That IS my body after all.”

Clyde rolled his eyes. “This again?” He asked, “No, this isn’t your body. This WAS your body, and then the Great Shift happened. That’s when it became my body -- whether I wanted it or not. And what’s it been now? A year or so? Honestly, I think you have to admit that I’ve adapted pretty well, all things considered. And I haven’t ruined your body or your figure or even your modeling career! I think I can treat myself to a pizza every once and a while, can’t I?”

Tiffany sighed. She knew Clyde was right. She did have to let go. She couldn’t control Clyde or her body anymore. It was his now, no matter how much that upset her...