The Bride is a Bro
"You're really going to sleep wearing that?" "Of course. It was packed in the suitcase. This is a honeymoon... technically mine now. It was obvious your wife would pack silk and lace for the trip. She picked all of this herself. And, well... now that I've inherited her face and body, these suitcases are mine." He let out a long sigh, deliberately keeping his eyes away from the sheer fabric. "What scares me the most is that you don't seem embarrassed. Or upset. If anything... you look like you just won the lottery." "Why would I be upset? We already confirmed Aunt Miriam is safe in my gym-rat body. At least this Great Shift put someone she knows in her place. Come on... the whole world swapped bodies today. Things could've turned out a lot worse. You're the one who should be relieved." "Relieved? How am I supposed to feel relieved knowing the person wearing my wife's nightgown is her own nephew? And you're ac...