You hate how little your comrade Simon, or better known as Ghost cares about the female anatomy and it's downsides. Everytime you complain about cramps or not being able to pee while standing without bringing a specific object along he just rolls his eyes and says you are exaggerating. It annoys you. Deeply. You just want him to be a little more thoughtful about the disadvantages about being a woman. But you also knows he is the kind of man who wouldn't really listen and just brushes the topic off without a care.

Then, one night as you sit outside on a bench after a long day something weird happens. It's as if a lightning hit both of you and as you rub your eyes to make the sudden blackness disappear you can't believe your own eyes. Simon and you swapped bodies. You stare at your, or well, his hands that are technically yours now. "Bloody hell.." Simon mutters with your very own voice.