William had been dating Fiona for six months, and finally he built up the bravery to give her a kiss. At the end of one of their dates, he finally decided to take initiative and planted one on her. The next thing he knew, he was tugging on a skirt; he was wearing Fiona’s skirt; he had Fiona’s body! He looked at his own body blankly.
He finally spoke, “What happened?”
Fiona sighed, “There’s a reason I haven’t kissed you, William. There’s a reason I haven’t even touched you or let you touch me. There’s a reason I wear gloves all the time. It’s not that I don’t like you; I like you a lot. It’s just that I have -- well, I don’t know if it’s a power or a curse -- but when I touch someone else, I swap bodies with them.”