Jack hadn’t intended to create a machine that swapped people’s bodies; he certainly didn’t expect it to swap his body with his neighbor, Mrs. Brandis. Now he was trying to soldering the parts in hopes he could fix it and get back to normal.
“You know you don’t need to watch me while I do this. It just makes me nervous.” Jack tried to explain while looking up from the pieces of his machine.
“You’re a little weirdo who stole my body. Who knows what your plans were with it!” Mrs. Brandis shot back.
Jack didn’t want to say it aloud, but Mrs. Brandis was full of herself. If he could chose to swap with a woman, why would he pick her? She was 50 years old -- twice his age! Her body felt heavy, and he could feel that anytime he moved. Even her fat fingers may some of the finer work quite the challenge.
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