"You have to take that off," the tattooed man, whose name was Scarlet, said.
"I don't think so," Debra said.
"The orange makes us stand out like a sore thumb. We have to ditch these clothes and get new ones. We're in the bodies of escaped convicts. We need to lay low."
"But I'm not wearing anything underneath, except for a pair of underpants."
"What difference does it make?" Scarlet asked. "To everyone else, you look like a guy."
Debra thought it over, then began to take off her prison clothes, exposing her pregnant belly and swollen breasts. She felt so embarrassed being naked like that, but as Scarlet pointed out, she looked like a man to everyone else. When she was completely naked, except for her underwear, she noticed the tattoos that filled her arms and torso. A lot of it was sick imagery, but one among the others stood out - a swastika. She stared at it, not quite believing that it was even there. Ever since she woke up in this man's body, no one had told her who he actually was. Just that his name was Peter Wagner, but being new to the area, she had never heard of the man. But now after seeing these tattoos and especially the swastika, she demanded to know whose body she had.
Suddenly, the bushes began rustling and a figure emerged. They held their breath, but then released it when they saw it was just the warden.
"I found these clothes," he said. "And we should be okay, just as long as we stay out of sight."
"What's it like out there?" Scarlet asked.
"Not as bad as you'd think, but it certainly isn't a normal Saturday."
Scarlet leaned in towards him, then talked in a lower voice. "Debra wants to know who Peter Wagner is."
The warden turned and looked at Debra and saw that she was only in a pair of underpants (to him, he saw Peter Wagner in his underwear). She had obviously seen the tattoos.
"They call him The Nazi," the warden said.
"Why?"
"He's a racial extremist."
"You mean ..." Debra's eyes went wide. "Micheal!" she yelled, then got up off the grass. Scarlet had to hold her down. "No! My husband! If he has my body, then Michael ..." She broke down into tears.
The warden stood up slowly and looked through the thick brush of the forested area they were in. Fortunately, there was no one around. Maybe no one heard Debra scream.
"Maybe your husband's not dead, Debra," Scarlet said. "If Peter touched him, he would have gotten swapped with someone else."
Debra looked up. "You think so?" she asked, still crying a bit.
"It seems likely. Now, come on. We can't stay here. We have to get dressed and get out of here," Scarlet said.
