Brian had been a misogynist for some time before he finally met his match. Although he felt silly wearing this form-fitting blue top and purple skirt and high heels, the time had long passed for complaining. His wife had found some stupid spell to swap their bodies and she was gonna make him pay.
“Start walking,” said his girlfriend Dana, who was now occupying his body. “Start shopping and don’t forget the tampons. It’s fitting that we’re in the aisle for feminine articles, and don’t forget that your period will start very soon. Snap to it, DANA. And I want beef brisket, so go grab some.”
Brian was forced to accept that he was now Dana, and all the shopping and cleaning and cooking chores were now his responsibility. Better get to it.
