Charlie walked inside, stumbling only once on his way to the sofa. It felt good to get off his feet. Walking in heels was painful. How did women do it?
The guy locked the door and turned around. Suddenly, the smile fell from his face when he saw how Charlie was sitting, with his legs apart. Not very feminine at all.
"Ann ..." he began to say.
Charlie sat up. "Listen. I know this is going to be hard to believe, but ... I'm not Ann."
"What are you talking about?"
"My name is Charlie."
"Charlie?" he asked, clearly confused. But then his confusion turned into a smile. "This is role playing, isn't it?" He sat down next to Charlie and caressed Ann's leg. "Kinky."
Charlie pushed his hand off and stood up suddenly. He wobbled on Ann's shoes for a second, but caught himself. "You're not understanding me. I'm a guy. I'm inside Ann's body. I'm possessing her."
Now the guy was really confused. "Are you breaking up with me?"
Charlie had it with this guy. He just wasn't getting it. Although, who would? It seemed like a pretty insane story. He walked over to the window and looked out onto the city. If he were another ten floors up, he could probably see his house from there, if he even still lived there.
"Ann, can't we discuss this? I love you and I know you love me too," the guy said, walking up behind Charlie.
