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Monday, March 18, 2019

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.

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