"Oh damn it!" Alan said as he nearly dropped the files. He had to lean down, bracing himself on the side of the door, one knee up to hold them steady as he got them situated.

"Oh, since you're down there." His boss, John Bass said with a big smile. Alan shot him a look as he got the files set to where they could be carried and slowly stood up, careful not to unbalance his new body. Heels were much harder to balance in than the men's dress shoes he was used to. Once he was sure he was fine, he started to walk, slowly and carefully, not wanting to give John any more ammunition.

As he walked away, he felt a slap on his ass and he nearly spilled the files again. He turned angrily to see a tall, built man with a handsome face locked in a condescending sneer. His face.

"You need to watch what you eat. I almost had to use your whole hand on my ass. Don't get fat!"

As Alan scurried back to the cubicle that he now worked at, Catherine walked Alan's former muscular body into John's office and sat down.

"See Alan out there, Cathy?" John asked.

"See? I slapped my own ass then made a comment about my body gaining weight!" She said with a laugh.

"Good." He said, a smile on his face. "I made a comment to him as well. He had to misfortune to nearly drop those papers in front of my office door. Bad spot for it, the sexist prick."

"So, how long are we going to have him in my body?" Cathy asked. "A month more? Three?"

"I talked to the docs and they said we can reverse it whenever we want. We're past any serious danger, but they do recommend at least a month more. You fine with that?"

"Sure!" Cathy said. "Gives me more time with Alan's wife. Did you know she kicked him out and I've been seeing her?"

"Oh?" John was surprised. "How's that going?"

"You're not going to disapprove?"

"Normally I would, but him... no, and considering you basically agreed give up your body for a few months for this, bluntly you're already doing him a favor. He should be in prison but isn't thanks to you agreeing to this."

"This is much more fun and much more of a punishment. Out here he can't blame the system. He can't blame prison. He can't blame anything else, or at least not and sound credible. This is all his fault and he gets to see the consequences every single day."

"You know," Cathy said with a smile. "Maybe make it four or five more months. Let's see how things with his wife go first. Like it?"

John smiled.

"Yep."