He smiled and waved at her. Her jaw dropped. There he was, his head on her body, wearing her dress, her pantyhose, her flats!

"You son of a bitch!" She said as she walked toward him quickly. He at least had kept his body in good shape and she moved with the speed she could muster when she had her original body.

"Now, now." He said with a laugh. "You shouldn't get yourself too worked up. Think of your blood pressure!"

"My blood pressure is fine, thank you." She glowered. "Hell, everything is fine. For having a fifty-nine year old man's body, I'm in great shape. The problem is the 'fifty-nine' and 'man' part of all of this. Stop being coy."

He sighed and dropped the act, but kept the smile. That was real.

"Fair enough." He said.

"Seriously, how could you do this? What the hell did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I just wanted a new body and you happened to come along, nothing more and nothing less. Probably not what you were looking for, but that's all I can give you."

"God, you're a bastard, you know that? I'm just glad your wife is cute."

"What, my wife?"

"You know I'm with her now, right? Hell, I even smell like sex, you didn't notice that?"

"I did not." He said, his voice sounding almost deflated.

"Well, great move there, genius. Come up to fuck with me and you're the one that gets it. Enjoy my body and I'll enjoy your wife!"