The Wife

When Jeremy felt an arm suddenly around his upper chest, he was nervous. Was he being mugged? Robbed? Strangely, the man behind him didn’t feel violet; the touch was almost gentle.

“What wrong babe? You seem tense?” A voice said.

“I’m not a --” Jeremy paused, noting how his voiced sounded off, “-- a babe. At least I wasn’t just a few seconds ago.”

The reality of what was going on was rolling around in his head. He was in someone else’s body -- a woman’s body.

“What are you talking about, Laura? You’re my wife!”

“I most certainly am not!” Jeremy protested loudly before breaking free of the embrace.