On the eighth ring, your own voice comes on, sounding both angry and annoyed.
"Hello? Who's this?" your voice asks with some hostility.
"I'm Bill Johnson, the guy whose body you're stealing." You reply with annoyance in your feminine voice. "Sarah Anderson, or whoever the hell you are! Switch us back, now, and give me back my body, you weirdo!"
"Listen bitch," your deep, masculine tone coming across the line and almost causing you to lose your cool. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but if you call me back one more time, I'm calling the cops! Good bye and good day, you crazy woman."
"Don't you dare hang up on me, you b..."
A dial tone echoes in your ear. You slam the phone down in frustration before looking in the mirror and taking deep, calming breaths to bring you back to your usual, poised, in-control self. Your reflection shows you a gorgeous and sexy looking young brunette, a real hottie. She looks angry and upset.
After several calming breaths, you try to think clearly and logically about your current predicament. You decide to put some clothes on and make some coffee to help clear your mind. Looking through this lady's closet, you find that her clothes are kind of a mix of casual business wear and just cute girly casual. Nothing that resembles anything masculine. Not even a pair of shorts!
Thinking quickly, you come up with an ingenious solution
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