I wasn’t sure if my body was still on auto-pilot from her hormones or if I was actually thinking logically when I raided her closet. Maybe it was a little of both, trying on clothes certainly did feed into the dopamine center of her brain and knowing what I’d probably be wearing for at least the next couple of days did seem like a smart course of action when you’ve swapped bodies with someone.
I hate to admit this, but women’s clothes can actually be a lot of fun. Like, sure, she had her share of jeans and t-shirts, and I took note of those -- but the ill-fitting sparkly dress? The feather boa? Okay, I couldn’t see myself going outside wearing these things, but I could finally feel the sadness start to fade away -- at least a little.
The ice cream still called to me to eat more.
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