Mine

“Oh, come on, Gwen,” Harold sighed as a grin spread across his face, “You were showing that medallion to just about anyone; you had to expect something like this to happen sooner or later. You were just so eager to try it out that you didn’t care who you swapped bodies with...even someone a little older, a little overweight like myself. And once we swapped, did you really expect me to give you back your body after twelve hours? I don’t think so. And unlike you, I’m not going to flaunt that medallion everywhere I go. It’s tucked away safely locked up...and I’m only keeping the key around my neck! So good luck with your new body, Gwen; I know I’m going to enjoy yours...or should I say mine?”