The events of that drunken night had not been forgotten. Now, not only did Annabelle have to watch the guy use her body for whatever he felt like doing that day, but he also kept mocking her about trying to trick him into swapping back by saying he needed to be a guy again.
In one particularly nasty exchange, he agreed that actually, he would like to be a guy again and left the apartment.
Annabelle was upstairs when a male voice shouted for her to come down. With caution, she went downstairs, and as she looked into the front room, she gasped in shock. Her body was half-naked on the sofa, touching itself while an old, scruffy homeless man watched.
“See, I’m a guy again! And I thought, as this guy had no home, I would invite him up and let him have some time with your sorry, I mean my body. I’m sorry, isn’t this what you wanted? Remember?”
“I’m not sure if I’m drunk or high, but this is amazing!” said Annabelle’s body, which, to her horror, was now starting to remove bits of clothing. Somehow, this was painful to watch. She knew the guy had done stuff while in her body, but knowing that he had gone out of his way to swap bodies with a complete stranger was hard to accept.
“I think I’ll give him an hour, swap back, then just tell him it was all a dream. Blimey, these clothes smell!” said the guy, who cheered on the homeless man in her body, who was now putting on clothes that the guy had left out.
“You are sick!” said Annabelle, who could not watch anymore. But the guy told her that if she left, he would let the loser homeless guy stay in her body for longer.
This was a horrible choice, as neither option was really good for her. But she guessed that, although it pained her to make the choice, she would rather have the guy who had caused her life so much pain be in her body.
Annabelle sat there and watched. She was not going to show any emotion, even though the guy kept tormenting her. She sat there for the hour. She was quiet on the outside but crying on the inside. She knew that if she waited, just maybe, one day she might find a way to get her life back. But as she looked at her body, she was not sure what she was going to do if she got it back.
After watching the homeless guy in her body finish enjoying himself, the guy got up and told him his time was up. He asked for five more minutes. He wanted to feel that feeling again, but the guy was adamant.
Annabelle watched as the homeless guy stood up and the guy grabbed his arm. It was like fifty thousand volts of electricity were running through them. Their bodies shook until suddenly they stopped.
This must be how it worked: prolonged physical contact. He had grabbed his arm hard, but other than that, it must have been some kind of power or energy that the guy had that caused the swap.
That worried her a little. Did this mean she needed the guy to initiate the swap? If so, getting her body back might be even harder than she had thought.
The homeless guy, clearly now back in his own body, stole some stuff from the sideboard and ran out the door.
Annabelle found it an odd reaction. He had just spent an hour in her body, a female body, and had spent that time using her body to the max. But as soon as he was back in his own body, he returned to his world. She wasn’t even sure if he really believed what had happened was real.
The guy wet over to a mirror and checked Annabelle's body out he was almost making sure that he was back in her body he was so obsessed with her body. Annabelle found this strange and she wondered if he had some trouble with swapping before.
Seeing the swap was interesting to Annabelle, who, after taking some verbal abuse, watched her body go upstairs, probably to shower.
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