Emily and Derek both wanted to scream when they swapped bodies in the middle of a meeting. They exchange eye contact with knowing glances as they did their best to maintain the other’s professionalism.
It was only after the meeting when they finally were able to talk. Derek snatched the glasses off his former face and put them. He may have had Emily’s body, but he seemed to have maintained his own poor eyesight for some reason. He hopped up and sat on the table.
“We need to figure out how to swap back,” Emily stated.
“First, we need to figure out how to act like each other until we can do that,” Derek reasoned.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
“But I don’t know the first thing about being a woman!”
“Look at yourself. The way you hopped up at the table; the way you crossed your legs; the way you’re sitting up straight. It’s like you’re acting like me on instinct without any effort.”
Derek tried changing his position. He attempted to slouch and manspread, but quickly found it uncomfortable. He straightened his back and re-crossed his legs. Emily may have been on to something.
“But if we have no idea how this happened,” He continued to think, “Then how are we ever going to reverse it? And if we don’t, are we going to start acting more and more like each other?”
“I don’t know, but we need to start finding answers. Quickly. There’s another meeting in here in five.”
No comments:
Post a Comment