Shane ran ten blocks in a short skirt and high heels to get back to his bar. Given the fact that pretty much everyone in the world had just swapped bodies, he could understand why it had cleared out. Only a single person was now there, a woman wearing a ballet tutu.
“We’re closed,” He told here.
“I needed a drink,” The ballerina slurred.
“And I said we’re closed.”
“The bartender told me I could stay before he just sort of...ran off.”
“I’m the bartender AND the owner.”
“Then cut me some slack! Look at me! I went from getting down on one knee proposing to my girlfriend to...this! I was tiptoeing twinkletoes after this whole body swapping mess.” The woman looked down at the heels on Shane’s feminine feet and continued, “I thought you’d understand.”
Shane sighed and grabbed one for himself.
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