Don't Be Stupid

"Morgan, what are you doing?" Tyler asked his wife from her body. "You should have been at my business meeting by now. What are you still doing here?"

"Oh, was that this morning?" she replied. "I thought you took the day off. I was calling your friends about playing golf later."

"Are you kidding me? I had a major sale going down today. Get down there now!"

"Now? C'mon, it's probably too late to make a difference anyway. But hey, while you're here, how about some lunch?"

Tyler laughed in disbelief. This was the third time his wife had messed something up regarding his job. And he lost track of how many times she'd added some kind of misogynistic comment like that. "Honey, this won't work if you're going to be STUPID about it! We need to be believable in each other's bodies or everything will fall apart."

"Hey, stop worrying your pretty little head. I'll take care of it. Besides, who would ever believe we weren't each other? I walk the walk and I talk the talk."

With that, Tyler went off on a nagging rant. All of his frustrations bubbled up to the surface, and nothing could stop him from speaking his mind. Unfortunately, Morgan didn't seem to care about her husband's complaints. What's worse, she was paying more attention to the way Tyler's breasts bounced when he articulated himself than the angry expression on his face.

Tyler was seriously rethinking his choices. This was supposed to be a fun idea, secretly switching bodies with his wife so they could live a few chapters in each other's lives. He never considered what effect testosterone would have on his wife's brain. Morgan was more assertive, reckless, and narcissistic than he had ever seen her before.

Now both of them could be in serious trouble. At the same time, Tyler wasn't unaffected either. Estrogen was coursing through his veins, making him more emotional, nit-picky, and ornery than he used to be.