Moe wanted to cry as Cynthia brought over a bottle of painkillers. βFuck this sucks,β he whispered while he sat at the kitchen table. βWe seriously need to figure out how to switch back.β He tried to force himself not to cross his legs out of habit since he was afraid of shifting the menstrual pads. His biggest fear was getting blood all over the kitchen stool in front of his girlfriend. βFucking hellβ¦β
βYou were having so much fun up until now,β Cynthia teased while she crossed her bulky arms. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. βIt sucks, doesnβt it?β
βShut up...β
βYeah, I wonβt lie, having to take breaks sucked last night. I think I might prefer my bodyβs orgasms.β
βYeah, but I didnβt think periods were this bad.β After the two somehow swapped bodies during a car accident when they drove into a ditch, the two were still adjusting to their new lives. Theyβd given up trying to switch back through surgical means, especially when the doctors thought they were crazy. But that didnβt stop them from looking for alternatives. They had slammed their heads together, fallen asleep on top of each other, and even used their electric fence to electrocute each other. Nothing had worked. And as Moeβs cramps worsened, he had a horrible realization. His girlfriend didnβt seem as eager to switch back.
βI hope Iβm wrong,β he whispered while he took his pain killers.