He was in Linda’s body.

Across from him, Linda–or rather, Ken’s body–gaped back, her voice coming out in his lower timbre. She swung her legs over the side, her bare feet hitting the floor,Maid and stood, her sweats left behind as she padded to the door in just her boxers and t-shirt. “Perfect.” The stockings gleamed under the lamp, accentuating his toned legs, and he felt a flicker of anticipation–sleep could wait, this was his moment. I’m just…