Stay-at-home wife.

'What? How are you speaking?' He asked, with Holly's voice.

'I don't know.' She replied, again, in his head. 'Who the heck are you?'

'None of your business...' The man responded. 'I'm you. I guess.'

'What were you doing with that mirror? And why am I not wearing clothes?'

He realized she was not conscious for his erotic exploration.

'Uh, sorry hun. This is, uh, my body. And I wanted to see what it looked like.' He said, light massaging his tits.

'Stop that! How is this even possible?'

'Not a clue. But thanks, kid. I haven't felt a thing in years. Say, do you have any whiskey? I haven't had a drink in... I don't know, decades.' You asked in her voice.

'My husband and I do NOT drink. We're upstanding members of our community and excellent members of the church.'

'Husband? Well, I guess your husband doesn't drink. But as long as I'm here, babe, we drink. Do you have a car? Wait, where are we?'

'No. Stop. You will not do any such thing.'

He ignores her and pilfers the house for information.

'No. Do not go into that cupboard.'

He opens a cupboard to find a wallet and a set of keys.

'Put. Those. Down.'

The man opens the wallet to find a driver's license.

'Holly Ashford. Twenty-four years old. Well, honey, you don't look a day over nineteen.' The man said, caressing his new body.

'Yes. And I would appreciate it if you left me and my things alone, sir.'

'Sorry, babe. Wouldn't do that even if I knew how. You're cute as fuck. And young.'

'Please! What's happening to me? Help!?'

'Holly, I don't see that help coming. If I were you, I would get comfortable. It's gonna be a long ride.' He said playing with the car keys.