One minute, Martin was your average man living his average life, and the next, he found himself a woman having her mugshot taken.
He did not know who he was, where he was what he had done to be arrested.
Thanks to the calendar behind the Photographer, he knew it was 1938.
Thanks to the arrest document, he knew his name was Mrs Margaret Thomas.
They took him down to a holding cell where he sat frightened alone and not sure what to do.
What seemed like an eternity to him, which was just two hours a smartly dressed middle-aged man built him out.
It turned out this was Mr Thomas his husband who was not not happy with him and berated him all the way back to the car.
Martin felt frightened of this man, he was bigger he was stronger and he had the law on his side in this time.
A woman's place was supposed to be my his side, obediently and quietly doing whatever he wanted.
It was only when they got back to their suburban apartments and he had some time to calm down and take him his new surroundings that he discovered what had happened to him.
Mrs Thomas had left a note.
I am sorry to whoever I swap bodies with, but I cannot live their life anymore.
I'm sorry that you had to find yourself in a police cell this morning.
It was the safest place to conduct the spell away from my controlling husband, who does not like my interest in witchcraft.
It was only a petty misdemeanour.
There will only be a fine.
This is my only way out and my only way to freedom.
I hope whoever you are can cope better than I have.
I hope I like your body and your time better than mine.
Good luck.
Martin could not believe what he was reading.
So crazy woman who was into witchcraft had stolen his body and his life.
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