Kyle sat down in his wife Mona’s body and sighed heavily.
He hated to speak in her voice but he had to say something. “There’s no way I’m doing that,” he said. “Look Mona, you can swap our bodies with some witchy ring but you can’t change my mind. Nathan is my best friend. He’d never agree to this…this perverted threesome you have in mind.”
It is an odd feeling to see your own body from outside yourself from any angle, let alone to see it smirk. “You really are clueless, aren’t you? It was Nathan who first proposed to get into my panties,” said Mona, flexing her new muscles. “I’d toyed with the idea of using the ring on him right then and there, but after I saw you flirting with that red-dressed hussy in Stockholm I decided that you were the one who should be in my panties.”
Kyle tossed back his long brown hair. “Seriously?! I never ever flirted, Mona, and I was just concluding a business deal, that’s all, do you understand you…you…” he protested.
“That’s not what Nathan said. He’s going to be here any minute now. Get ready for action, Mona,” she said with a laugh as the doorbell rang. She ran to get it, but Kyle discovered the old ring wedged in the couch cushions.
Kyle smiled. There was no way she’d get away with this.