Natalie did a double take. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar red dress. No, not just the dress, the body too. It looked like an exact duplicate of her and her dress. It seemed improbable to saw the least.
Then she felt a tugging on her arm and a nasal voice pestering her, “Are you looking at other girls again, James? Jesus! I can’t believe you; I’m standing right here, and you still can’t stop your wandering eye?”
Natalie was trying to reign in her confusion. That wasn’t a duplicate of her body; that was actually her body! She must’ve swapped with this James guy somehow. Looking back to the scornful woman now standing next to her, Natalie knew she need an answer. She should even try to explain the bodyswap or come up with a lie?