This choice: Mike and Wren's mission. • Go Back... The Sun was finally coming up on the horizon as Wren steered her SUV along the Interstate toward their destination.
The young man in the red suit had given them thorough instructions on what they were to accomplish on his behalf, and despite their wishes, their new bodies seemed intent on following those orders.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Wren growled through clenched teeth, her dark-skinned hands on the steering wheel, her booted right foot working the gas and brake peddles when necessary. "I keep trying to take an exit, to turn around, to stop the car, ANYTHING, but this stupid slutty body keeps driving us to where he said to go!"
Mike looked at his stubbled, bespectacled, chubby-cheeked face in the rearview mirror from the passenger seat, then glanced down at the fit, flagrantly hot young female body it was perched upon. "I know. I keep trying to unfasten the seatbelt, to open the door, but I'm stuck sitting here like a "good girl." This is insane."
"Do you think he has our bodies somewhere else? Or did he transform them into these somehow? Do you think we're still in here somewhere?" Wren asked.
"I have no idea. I'd be amazed if he was able to fit the real me inside of this little thing. It's like stuffing a Twinkie into a thimble."
Wren laughed.
Mike looked down at the big circular belt buckle on the front of his new short shorts. Instead of the Timberwolves logo, he could read, even upside down, the phrase "Team Captain Mike. I guess these are like our nametags now."
"At least yours gives you a rank, mine just says "Wren."
"Funny, I don't feel like I'm in charge." Mike sighed and looked out the window.
"Do you think he'll let us go home at some point?" Wren looked at her new dark-skinned arms and hands. "I wonder how my husband will react to suddenly having a biracial marriage?" she laughed, though there was no mirth to it.
"Who knows? I don't know if I want to like this. I can't imagine how my wife will react...or my son...Jesus..." Mike shook his head.
"So, have you ever been to this place?" Wren asked.
"I've been near it. It's across the street from the Football stadium. It's busy. A lot of businesses and such. It'll be interesting to see how people react to," he gestured down to his and Wren's new bodies, "...these."
"Yeah! I've been wondering that too! Like, how are we supposed to be out and about without attracting attention?!?! I'm a white girl with a black girl's body beneath my chin, and you're OBVIOUSLY a middle-aged man whose head is sitting on top of a woman in her 20s body! That has GOT to attract attention!" Wren actually sounded a little hopeful.
"I would hope so. But I find it hard to believe that he hasn't thought of that if it's so. Still, keep your fingers crossed. If someone notices how messed up we are, maybe they can intervene! Call the police or something" Mike sounded a little hopeful too.
"I'll cross them all, even if they aren't mine!" Wren bit her lip and continued driving.
After 40 minutes or so of driving, the pair pulled into the parking garage of a large, high-end shopping complex and mall. Boot steps echoed through the garage, the two headed toward the elevator.
When the car arrived and the door opened, the pair were confronted with 3 young good-looking men in suits and ties, obviously on their way to one of the office floors in the building.
Despite the extra heel height, the three men towered over them. Mike wasn't used to feeling so small, so vulnerable in the presence of other men. He looked at the men, searching their faces for some sign or reaction to the utter wrongness of his and Wren's state.
"What floor, ladies?" one of the men smiled, his eyes drinking in the sights of their exposed curves. At no point did he or his two companions seem to look at Mike or Wren face to face.
"Uh, the main shopping level, please," Wren answered as she looked at the men in confusion, baffled by their lack of reaction.
"You said, ladies. Doesn't anything strike you as being wrong or out of place with us? With me, especially?" Mike asked.
The three men looked at each other and grinned mischievously. "Nothing seems wrong about you too!!!" he and his companions laughed as if they were sharing a joke.
Finally, the elevator arrived at the shopping level. Mike and Wren exited, waking out into the expansive mall level. They glanced over their smooth, bare shoulders at the elevator behind them. The men had held the door open so that they could watch the two walk away, no doubt admiring their charming backsides.
"What in the Hell?" Wren whispered to Mike.
"They never looked at our faces once. It's like all they're capable of seeing or acknowledging is these damned bodies. This is even weirder than I thought, and that's saying a LOT!!!" Mike whispered back.
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