"Hmmm, I'll think about it," Frank said with a grin on his face.
"Frank, please! You can't just leave me like this. I'm a... I'm a chick!" John shouted back, vaguely gesturing at his body, or rather the body below his head. He'd rather not think of it as his, even if the rest of the world besides himself and Frank saw it that way.
"People still think you're a guy, even if you look like a woman, don't worry about it."
"Frank!"
"John? What's all this shouting about?" John's blood ran cold as the front door opened, and he saw his wife step outside. She couldn't see him like this! What would she think if she saw his head attached to a buxom woman's body? Of course, that wasn't something he actually needed to worry about, since Rachel shouldn't be aware of the swap at all, but he'd still rather not have her looking at him, thinking these breasts were really his. He needed her out of here quickly so he could convince Frank to give him his body back.
"Rachel!" John replied, doing his best to act nature, though his best wasn't exactly great at the moment. "We were just, uh..." He gestured towards Frank, hoping Frank would pick up the slack.
Frank didn't get a chance to say anything though, as Rachel turned to see who John was gesturing towards. "Oh, good morning Frank. A bit early for you to be visiting, isn't it?" It seemed she hadn't noticed Frank staying over, and thought he'd only just come to visit.
"Morning Rachel," Frank replied, acting much more natural than John was. Then again, perhaps that was the be expected considering he still had his own body below his neck. "Sorry to for the intrusion, I just needed to talk to John about something. Left something here last time I was here. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."
"Oh, it's no bother. You can come in if you want."
John awkwardly shifted back and forth as Rachel made idle smalltalk with Frank. He kept eyeing the yard across the road. His neighbour and her husband were heading back inside their house, taking John's body with them. If he wanted his body back any time soon, he'd need to swap back quickly. However, if he said anything while Rachel was here, Frank would probably just deny it and he'd end up looking crazy.
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to get in the way of you two lovebirds," Frank said, looking over at John and winking at him. His gaze seemed to drift a little lower than it needed to from John's face though. "I should really be going anyway, things to do. I'll talk to you later John." With that said, Frank stood up, and began to walk away from John's house.
"Frank, wait!" John called out, panic rising through his well-endowed chest. Frank was leaving, taking the remote with him, and with it any hope of getting his body back. What exactly was Frank's game plan? Had this all just been one huge prank? He came and showed him this reality altering remote just so he could turn him into a woman and leave him to deal with it, taking the remote for himself? Surely he wouldn't be that cruel, would he? Thankfully, after John called out, Frank did stop and turn back to look at him. "Aren't you forgetting something? I think there's still something of mine you need to return." John gestured with his head towards the neighbour's yard, hoping that would be vague enough to get the point across without alerting Rachel to anything that was wrong.
All John could do now was hope that Frank would be kind enough to put things back to normal, but as Frank looked between John and his wife, hand on the remote in his pocket, John couldn't help but be a little worried about what he was planning.
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