Check how his body is doing

John stood in Karen’s bedroom for a moment, still processing everything. He decided he needed to check on his own body. The thought of it lying empty back at his house made him too anxious to stay still. “I should go see what happened to my body,” he muttered in Karen’s voice.

He quickly pulled on a plain robe and stepped out of Karen’s house. Every step reminded him of the body he was in. The sway of wider hips, the shift of weight on his chest, and the way Karen’s thighs brushed together. When he reached his house, he quietly opened the front door and made his way straight to his bedroom. He saw his original body was still lying on the bed, exactly where he had fallen asleep. His body looked peaceful, as if he were simply taking a nap. He stepped closer, eyes wide. Hesitantly, he reached out with his borrowed hand and gently poked his own arm. The body didn’t react. “Holy shit...” John whispered, amazement thick in his borrowed voice. “My body is just sleeping. But still alive. I wonder if Karen is in my body.”

He sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under Karen’s weight. His borrowed fingers brushed over his own cheek, feeling the familiar stubble and warm skin. “This is insane,” he muttered, a mix of wonder and worry in his tone. John looked down at the soft curves of Karen’s body, feeling the weight on his chest and his thighs. “What if I can’t get back to my own body?” he whispered anxiously. “What if someone comes home and finds my body like this while I’m stuck as her?” He gently shook his own shoulder, but his original body remained limp and unresponsive.