Don't Stare

It had been two days since the Great Shift, and Brett wasn’t exactly feeling great about his new body. He knew what he needed: a drink. After walking over to the liquor shelf, he turned sharply to his roommate to give him a sour stare.

“I know you’re enjoying this, Henry,” Brett said, “You always liked women with big breasts and big booties. Now that I happen to be one of those women, I know you’ve been staring at me!”

“Come on, Bro,” Henry replied, “Just admit you’re sexy as hell now. It’s not like I’m going to be doing anything about it. I swapped into a chick’s body as well.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m just not adapting to it as well as you are! I still bump things over with my butt because I’m not used to it yet! It’s weird, and I’m certainly NOT comfortable. It’d be help if you didn’t stare!”