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This morning I woke up and there was a man in bed beside me, where my wife was supposed to be. Something about him was strangely familiar. Looking closer, I saw that he had ginger hair, just like my wife. He had her freckles too. He looked like he could be her twin brother... if she had a brother.
I kicked the covers aside and saw that I now had smooth, shaved legs with tiny feet, and red nails that gleamed in the morning light. I still had the ankle tattoo I'd gotten back in my frat days, but now it was on somebody else's ankle.
The man beside me opened his eyes and smiled, the same smile I'd woken up to countless mornings before.
"Good morning, honey," my wife said. "This is gonna be fun."