You tried to swap back, but you became too drunk to do so.
"Damn..." you say, hiccuping, obviously tipsy. "I'm too drunk to concentrate on swapping..."
You knew that you couldn't focus straight with the alcohol in your bloodstream, and called MacGruber inside with you.
"You smell..." you say, giggling. "Let's change you..."
You took the heels off and placed them next to the door. "I'd so fall in these..."
In your guest bedroom, you found the boyfriend's clothes there, along with other toys and materials that belonged to MacGruber. "Hehe, since you're in that body, I guess it's only natural..."
Sober, you would have been too creeped out to undress the body of an unknown male. But, not this time.
You took off a smiling man's clothes, threw them in the washer, and put some pj's on him. Next, you took off the party dress and changed into a nightie you found in your bedroom. You slipped it on and climbed into bed, with MacGruber climbing in with you, like he normally did.
It was a pain having a teenage boy's body at the foot of your bed, since MacGruber always slept there. "MacGruber, c'mere," you said. You pulled out the sheets and told him to lie there. You positioned him the way humans normally sleep.
"There, now at least I have leg room..." you said, still tipsy.
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