Lady Problems

I paused as I picked up a piece of my sushi roll. Preston was staring, and I had no idea why. Was he getting suspicious? Did this guy figure out that I wasn’t actually Mia? She had helped me learn her movements, her mannerisms, even the way she spoke. I was going on this date solely as a favor to her while our bodies were swapped. Did I want to go on a date with another dude? Hell no. It felt gay -- despite what my body might look like right now, I still felt like a guy on the inside. But had I messed up somewhere?

“You seem nervous tonight, Mia,” Preston said.

The way he said it made me think he knew, but how could he? I tried to brush it off. He kept pressing.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” He pressured.

Finally I snapped. With few other options available to me, I murmured, “Lady problems. Do you REALLY want to hear about them?”

I’m not even sure he bought it, but it did shut him up. He absolutely did not want to talk about that.