Trying the new wardrobe

"John, seriously? Ever heard of knocking first?!"

— This is the room I booked to stay in with my wife. Why would I knock?

— Because, after that freaky body-swap incident, you’re not walking in on your wife anymore — you’re walking in on your nephew. Brian? Ring a bell?

— That may be, but it’s still Sylvia’s body. And I’m not about to sit back while someone else does God knows what with it. Especially with the door locked and no one answering. You really thought I wouldn’t check?

— Well, now you’ve checked. Happy? I was just... trying on some of my “new wardrobe.” Let’s be honest, Sylvia’s not here. Not in my body, not in this hotel. She could be anywhere — across the street, or across the damn ocean.

— I already know where she is. She called me in a panic. Turns out she’s in Romania — stuck in the body of some little boy. We’re figuring out how to get her back.

— Damn. So… we’re gonna have to adopt her?

— We?

— I mean, legally, I am your wife now, aren’t I?

— Technically, yes. But practically, you’re still my nephew.

— Maybe so... but I was just testing the waters. Seeing how I’d look in her things. Because if I’m going to step into this role — her role — I might as well see how far I can take it. Some people are begging to go to those “rehab centers,” trying to reject who they’ve become. Not me. I kinda like what I see. Unless... of course, you’d rather file for divorce?

— Brian... slow down. This isn’t how people decide these things. We need to talk. Really talk. You sure you’re ready to take on everything that comes with being my wife? You know what that means, right?

— Oh, I do. Trust me. I may have lost a few years of my life, but let’s look at the trade. I’ve got a young, hot body... and a rich husband who travels the world and lives like royalty. Compared to the life I had before? This is jackpot.

— I thought you’d be more hesitant…

— Hesitant? Please. I’m curious. And if I’m being honest? I always thought Aunt Sylvia had a killer body... now I know exactly how good it feels to be inside it.