Hands Up

After hearing a sharp yell the moment he rested his hands on his knees, Matt quickly put his hands up and turned in the direction of the shout.

“Okay, okay,” He sighed, “See! Your hands aren’t touching any part of your body. But, seriously, I’m going to have to at some point -- we swapped bodies, Carla! At some point I’m going to have to change clothes or use the bathroom or shower, and then these hands are invariably going to touch some place you feel uncomfortable with me touching. I’ve respected your wishes so far, but you’re going to have to be a little bit reasonable here as well.”

Carla scowled in Matt’s direction. She knew he was right, but the thought of Matt being inside her body still grossed her out. She didn’t want him in there, and she certainly didn’t want him touching anything while he was. The best she could hope for was that they’d swap back as mysteriously as they swapped in the first place and soon...