You lived happily with your wife Melody. She was gorgeous and attractive—an airhead and very clumsy, but you loved her more than anything despite her flaws. Everything was fine until one day the government imposed a new mandatory program.

In an official announcement, they declared they would ensure everyone received the body they “deserved.” Every citizen would be graded and ranked by knowledge, skills, money generated, accomplishments, and more. Based on the final score, people would be forced to swap bodies, receiving better or worse ones accordingly.

You couldn’t believe it. It was messed up—authoritarian to a ridiculous extreme. Melody held your hand nervously. You sighed, kissed her deeply, and promised each other that no matter what bodies the government gave you, you would still love one another.

Government officials came to every house, including yours. They recorded every detail about both of you. Months later, the results were released. Ironically, you received an exact average score: average skills, an average job, average test results. The body assigned to you was the one you already had. You felt relieved, even amused.

That relief vanished when you saw Melody’s results.

She ranked among the worst in the country for women her age. She had no measurable skills, failed most of the written test, and had no job. Though she was officially a housewife, you handled most of the chores. Her beauty—her only advantage—would be taken away too.

Melody stood in front of the mirror, looking at her blonde hair, her perfect figure, her firm chest, and her beautiful face. She kissed her reflection goodbye.

“I’ll miss being this hot,” she said softly.

Holding your hand, she went with you to the government building where she would receive her assigned body. She kissed you deeply before entering. Hours later, officials allowed you inside.

You saw her lying unconscious in her new body—and froze.

It was morbidly obese. One of the worst bodies in the country, given to one of the lowest scores. With help, you brought her home and laid her on the sofa. Slowly, she woke up, struggling to breathe.

“Hey, babe… so how bad is my new body?”

She looked down, saw a massive chest and an even larger belly, and gasped. She touched her round face, feeling a double chin, then looked at her thick fingers and sighed.

“Oh fuck… I’m going to need a whole new wardrobe…”