You and Mike bolt out of there and within 30 minutes you are at the airport with little more than the clothes on your backs. Luckily, Mike had his wallet and both your passports. It wasn't long before you were both on a plane back home. For about an hour, you both sat silent before Mike finally spoke up.
"When we land, we can hit up the mall and I'll buy you some new clothes."
"Thanks," You mutter humbly. After a short pause you add, "You'd better now that you are going to be my husband. I want some six inch heels, leather shorts, a tiny minidress that barely covers my butt, and some thong panties. And that's just for starters!"
You immediately lift your hands to your mouth and cover it in shock. You can't believe you just said that.
Mike chuckled, "I theorized there could be some residual patterns left from my device."
Your eyes went wide, "YOUR device? YOUR theories?"
You realize it wasn't actually Mike sitting next to you. Sure, it was his body, but inside his body was the guy that swapped you. Dr. Prescott had swapped with Mike for some reason. And something was telling you this was not good.
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