“I can’t believe you’re suggesting we stay like this!?” Kimmi exclaimed, “This has been the worst week of my life! I’ve been trying to dress like you and act like you, but it’s tough! You’re friends are all really suspicious, and I just don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Malik replied, “If we accept that we aren’t going to swap back, we can drop the act. I don’t think anyone is buying me as this prissy Asian prep either.”
“No. No way! You’ll ruin my life! Ruin it!”
“But unless you have any ideas about how to get back to normal, it’s not your life anymore...it’s mine.” Malik sighed, “Look, I don’t like it either. But we have no freeking clue how we could’ve even possibly swapped bodies in the first place. We don’t have any hope of getting back. Shouldn’t we at least be able to feel comfortable?”
“I won’t be comfortable if I see my body running around dressed with your fashion sense. Do you want to see your body wearing a skirt?”
“What about a compromise? We relax the rules a bit. Instead of trying to completely act like each other, we get some freedom to act how we want...with permission from the other person. But not too restrictive.”
“And try not to go too far out there. You’re still me, so you still got to dress like a woman.”
“All the time?”
“Yes, but I promise to be looser about what that means.”
“Fine. It’s a deal.”
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