You have been married to Martha for decades. Both of you are now in your golden years. She has always been a difficult and cold woman, but with age she has grown worse—now an obese, elderly, bitter, and constantly grumpy person. You often wonder if she even loves you anymore, as it has been years since her last show of affection.

One day, someone knocks on your door. When you open it, you find Britney, your young and attractive neighbor. Martha constantly complains that she dresses like a slut and is a total airhead. Britney explains that she had a car accident weeks ago and was sentenced to community service. Instead of cleaning trash, she chose an educational program for elderly illiterate people, where she is supposed to teach them how to read. You tell her both you and Martha already know how to read, but she explains the government officer does not know that. She begs you for help—she only needs you to fill out a workbook and take a photo with her each class as proof. Seeing her desperation, you sigh and agree. She jumps in happiness and hugs you.

From that day on, Britney visits daily. She sits with you to fill out the book and take staged photos where it looks like she is teaching you. You finish the pages quickly, so most of the hour is spent chatting, as she loves to gossip.

Over time, Britney grows closer. She stays longer, bites her lip when looking at you, and uses the photos as excuses to press herself against you. One day, while you are filling a page, she suddenly speaks.

“You know… like… you’re totally hot. Total silver fox vibes,” she winks. “Martha doesn’t appreciate what she has.”

You blush and ignore it. When she asks for another photo, she uses the excuse to kiss you on the lips. You push her away and demand an explanation.

“I wanted to do that for a while, okay? Can’t a girl take what she wants?” she giggles when you remind her you’re married. “Martha isn’t my friend. Homewrecker is basically my middle name.” She sighs. “Tomorrow is my last visit to finish my hours… I just wanted to try.” Then she leaves.

The next day, instead of sitting with you, Britney walks straight to Martha and asks if she wants to swap bodies. She claims she bought something called “body swap pills” from a shady guy in a hallway. Martha immediately answers, “Fuck yes.” They swallow pills of the same color. The label says the effect happens during sleep. That night, Martha looks at you and mutters, “I won’t miss you at all,” before falling asleep.

The next morning, you wake up beside Martha’s obese, elderly body and notice her smiling in her sleep. Shocked, you realize it may have worked. Nervous, you go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Minutes later, she walks in. You almost spit your coffee. She’s wearing a pink blouse, shorts, hoop earrings, and her hair in a ponytail—Britney had prepared her outfit beforehand. She grins at you.

“Guess who, handsome?” she winks. “It’s me, Britney! It worked!” She poses, grabbing her huge saggy chest and round belly. “Damn, Martha is big… or well, now I am. I’ll make this body super hot. Are you excited, husband?”