Mary was not happy.
She hated being so small so weak so helpless.
She hated having to rely on her colleagues to drive her everywhere and help her throughout the day.
She hated having to wear a pull-up and sitting in a car seat.
She hated having to carpel with Frank from the mail room who was the lucky bastard who had landed in her body while she was stuck as a six-year-old boy.
She could not stop herself from saying in her new childish voice, "Do you have to sit like that, Frank, especially when you're wearing such a short skirt?"
Frank just looked at her and said why?
Mary just looked at him and said because it's not very ladylike and everybody can see your knickers.
Frank looked at her and smiled before saying just be grateful I am wearing knickers.
Mary just looked at him and said I know it's no longer my body but you could be a little bit more considerate when you are around me?
Frank slid out of the passenger seat picked up Mary and put her in the car seat in the back and said I could but where would the fun be in that.
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