Words couldn’t describe how much I hated being in Anne’s body. It wasn’t the fact that she was a woman; I told myself I could cope with the new gender that I now found myself in. No, it was how out of shape she was. Her body wasn’t what I would call fat, it was just...I could feel fat in places I wasn’t used to. I was pretty sure she also smoked. All of this was making me pretty winded as I tried to hit up the gym’s rock wall.
To make matters worse, she was there with my body. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She wasn’t doing anything to keep my body in shape. She was just...lingering by the vending machine. I could only imagine she hadn’t bought anything, because it wasn’t filled with the sort of junk food at she probably wanted.
I could only hope that we would swap bodies back soon. If we stayed like this too long, I was probably going to push hers too hard, or she was going to do something to absolutely ruin mine. Possibly both.
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