“Look, Babe, if you can handle my job, then I think I can handle stuff around the house for as long as we’re swapped. I mean, how hard is going to the grocery store and cleaning up? I got this,” Mike assured his wife Yuni.
“But maybe you should put on one my dresses or at least a blouse?” Yuni suggested, “For when you go out and someone might see you.”
“No one’s going to think anything of it. I get that a collared shirt and jeans isn’t your typical style, but it’s not usual for most women. I may be stuck in your body, but that doesn’t mean I have to be stuck in your clothes too. Oh, and you might want to stay quiet at work as your accent will definitely give away that we’re swapped. Don’t worry though. People don’t expect me to say anything; they just want to see the job done.”
“Okay,” Yuni sighed, “Do you still think the medallion just needs to recharge? And that we will be able to swap back when I get home.”
“I sure hope so, Babe. I sure hope so...”
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