You smirk at your ex-fiance, watching her so eager to show off her body. She had made quite a few comments in the past about the pathetic way guys practically begged for sex; it was good to see the tables turned.
"Wow," you say, shaking your head. "You were always so high and mighty. I wish you could see yourself right now, the way you're-"
Flash!
"-practically begging for sex." You blink, startled. The end of your sentence had come out in the high, feminine tones of your ex-fiance. When you glance down, you find yourself holding a pair of nice boobies, which totally makes sense because...wait, no it doesn't. And since when did you call those things 'boobies'?
"What the hell...?" you hear your voice say. You look up and find your own face staring back at you. But wait, that can't be your face. It's a man's face, and clearly you're a hot babe. You feel a strange fuzziness on your mind, like it's hard to think, but you shrug it off. Thinking is boring. You're more of a doer - and from the way he's looking at you, he is, too.
"So, like, are we gonna fuck or not?" you ask impatiently. He blinks, shaking his head as if to clear it.
"If I'm in this body, then you're..."