“Jim! Jim!” It was his wife’s voice, or rather, what his wife’s voice will be for the next two weeks. He turned to look, hunched over with a lack of confidence, not quite befitting the gorgeous body he’d be stuck in for the same amount of time.
“You forgot your robe,” She said trying to hand him the white terricloth just as he stepped into the pool.
“I’m not wearing that in the pool. It’ll be too heavy to swim.” Jim reasoned.
“Yes, well, um,” His wife was clearly hesitating before she finally spit out, “You know I don’t like you looking at other women’s bodies.”
Jim sighed, “Whether I like it or not, I’m going to be stuck in this woman’s body for the next two weeks. Looking at it is going to be unavoidable. I’m going to use the bathroom, and shower, and even just getting ready.”
His wife knew he was right. She still wasn’t comfortable with this.
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