It didn’t take long for Raymond to put the pieces together about the situation he was in. He knew he was a woman wearing a white dress sitting on a bed with rose pedals around him in a hotel room. He could hear a toilet flushing in the nearby bathroom. He thought fast, and quickly jumped up to use a chair to block the bathroom door from opening.
There was a knocking on the door.
“Hey Cheryl,” The man’s voice on the other side said, “I think the door is stuck.”
“Oh...no. I guess I have to...call the lobby,” Raymond said to the best of his ability, but he was a terrible actor.
“Babe? Are you messing with me?” There was a pause. “Or are you having trouble getting out of that dress and slipping into something more comfortable for our first night as man and wife?”
“No. It’s just that...uh...I...um...had my period just now. And I’m...uh...perioding all over the floor in here. Oh, yeah, it’s a mess. You don’t want this snatch tonight.”
“Now I know you’re messing with me. What’s wrong?”
Raymond knew he wasn’t selling any of these lies, but would this guy really believe the truth? That he suddenly swapped into the body of his newly wed bride?
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