“Stop bugging me about the way I choose to dress,” He snapped at her, “I know it’s hard for you to cope with, but this is my body now. That means I get to pick what I wear.”
“But that body is really mine and you know it!” Rebecca whined, “That dress is way too short, and you’re just making me look like a slutty school girl.”
“Boo hoo. Cry me a river,” Marcus snapped back while he feigned crying, “If you don’t stop complaining, I’m going to go out and get a face tattoo.”
Rebecca held her tongue. She wanted to say something, but she knew Marcus was serious. It would be something he would do. She just hoped that they were able to swap bodies back soon; she couldn’t take much more of this.
