“It’s probably, uh, probably the wine talking,” Carl slurred, “Your, your body is a total lightweight! This is only, only like, my third glass! But if we were stuck like this, I’m fine like this!”
Margot was breathing a sigh of relief that her husband was finally relaxed. He had been so mad when they first swapped bodies with the Medallion of Zulu. It had been a complete accident, of course. They had heard of what it could do, but certainly didn’t want to use it right before the wedding they were slated to attend!
Carl had suggested they stay home, but Margot insisted otherwise. They did compromise on his outfit -- Margot wanted him to wear a dress, but he talked her down to a jumpsuit. He was grumpy until he started drinking. Now he always seemed content. As as other couples went off to the dance floor, they stayed behind at the bar.
Carl slurred some more about how fine he was with all this. And Margot was wondering how to break the news that she had lost the medallion.
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