When Jim walked into the room, Emily’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe it. She barely had words but managed to speak.
“My body,” She said, “What did you do to it?”
“I always suspected there was a hottie behind your frumpy exterior,” James explained, “So I tweezed your eyebrows, got hair extensions, bought this dress...”
“...And got breast implants?”
“Yeah, they look pretty sweet, right?”
Emily started to cry. “We are supposed to switch back to our own bodies next week! I don’t WANT breast implants!”
“Well, we don’t have to swap back. You can always just let me keep this body.”
Emily began to cry harder.
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