"Wait, no, that's Carol's dress! Why are you wearing her dress?"

"I'm doing a bit more than that!" Miguel said with a smile. "Notice anything else? Like how this dress fits? Look at my face, does how my face look suggest I'd wear this dress and these clothes so well?"

"What, what do you... oh god, that's her body! What..."

"Look." Miguel stopped him. "We can do this for every thing we talk about or I can just explain everything right now. I have Carol's body. It was a mutual thing. She wanted something different, and so did I. So, you now have a decision to make. I understand you and her were not getting along. Maybe I might be more to your liking."

"What, you'd take over as my wife?" He said, incredulous.

"Well, it's that or I leave and you have no one around for now. Take your pick."

He looked Miguel up and down, still shocked but as he did, slowly Miguel realized that the man coming to a decision right then and there.

"Was the clothes your idea or hers?"

"Mine."

The man opened the door to the house and motioned with his hand.

"Come on in."