“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Emma. We’ve been swapped for a long time now. It’s my body, and this is my apartment. If I want to walk around naked, I will” said Tony, annoyed that Emma still tried to tell him what to do.
She still believed they would swap back one day, so she hated it whenever he treated what she still saw as her body poorly.
“You promised to treat my body with respect!” replied Emma, but she could see Tony was not really that bothered as he sat the wrong way round on a chair.
“Look, let’s not bullshit ourselves, Emma. We swapped nearly three years ago. You know what I’ve done while in your body, and don’t act like you haven’t done things in mine. So let’s just get what you came here to do over with and carry on with our lives.”
Emma knew he was right, but hearing him say it was too much. She knew there was no way to swap back and that Tony’s body was hers now, but she still held on to some hope.
On the anniversary of the day they had swapped, they always tried having sex again this is what was believed had caused the swap in the first place some kind of sexual energy that had made their souls switch bodies. At least, that was how Emma described it to Tony, who did not believe in such things.
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