Michael had resigned himself to his fate.
He had his body stolen by a working girl, Emma.
He was now trapped in her body and her life.
At first, it was nightmarishly horrible.
Making a living on his back.
But six months down the line, he had come to quite enjoy it.
Especially after getting himself sorted out and whipping new, more up-market company.
He was no longer a common prostitute but a high-paid escort.
Who men took out wind and dined before fucking.
He was just getting ready for one of his nights out when the phone rang.
He fought it might be for another booking, so he eagerly answered it.
He was suddenly disappointed when he heard a familiar voice at the end of the line.
It was the woman in his body begging to swap back with him.
She had written that she had made a terrible mistake; she missed her old body and life.
She told him being a man was not as easy as she thought it was.
She told him that doing his job was hard, and then she had made it worse.
She told him she had made a right message of briefing and was on the verge of losing everything he had worked for.
He just told me you've made your bed, now lie in it.
I've made a goal of your body and your life, and I'm making five times what I used to in my old body and life.
I'm happy I'm successful, and you're never getting this body back.
He slammed the phone down and left, thinking back that if you had your phone free months earlier, he would have taken the chance of getting everything back then.
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