Keep your mouth shut!

"I seriously have to go out like this?" he asked, staring in disbelief at the reflection in the mirror—or rather, her reflection.

"Oh, come on! Weren’t you the one telling your little buddies that I wore short clothes just for attention?" her voice came through the phone, dripping with sarcasm. "Well now it’s your turn. You bought the outfit, now you wear it. I’m lending you my body—let’s see how it feels to have every pair of eyes on you!"

He sighed deeply, tugging at the hem of the skirt even though he knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference.

"Okay… what if I just don’t go out? We switch back tomorrow, and I swear, I’ll never say a word about your outfits again. Deal?"

"Deal. And next time? No body swap. You’re wearing the mini skirt in your own body. Let’s see how confident you really are."

He rolled his eyes, adjusted the purse strap on his shoulder, and stepped out, the sound of heels echoing down the hallway. Deep down though… maybe he did want to know how it felt.