Nice?

Destiny could see the bench from quite the distance. It was definitely her own body sitting -- her original body; she had apparently switched bodies somehow with some dude. He had seemed nice when they spoke on the phone, and the smile that he now donned on her face seemed more welcoming and friendly than she could ever muster. Yet when she saw her body up close, she was horrified by the cigarette he now held in her hands.

“Why are you smoking that?” It was the first thing she said to him face-to-face. “You’re going to ruin my lungs!”

“Oh, stop worrying,” The man in her body replied, “It’ll be fine. Besides, it’s an easier way to lose weight than exercise. And your body could stand to lose a few pounds.”

“I work out every day.” Destiny said as she was getting annoyed.

“Really? Could’ve fooled me. I feel like a fatass.” The man shrugged.

The man may have had a nice smile and a pleasant tone to his voice, but Destiny was quickly learning he was actually a jerk. Just about everything he was saying was completely dismissive or downright insulting to her body. She hated that out of all people, he was the one now in control of it.