Restaurant Swap (continued) (Patreon)

The woman in Kyle's body didn't notice a thing. (I'll continue to call him Kyle)

"Are you ready to order yet?" the waitress inquired.

Subconsciously, Kyle closed his legs and then crossed them folding his right leg over his left knee and allowing the leg to hang loosely down the side.

Kyle could have sworn he had already eaten, but his stomach was grumbling.

"I'll have an egg white veggie omelet with turkey bacon, whole wheat toast, coffee, and low cal orange juice."  In her original body, she was always watching her weight.

"I'll be right back with your order." The waitress found it odd that this young man was ordering the same thing as the woman who was a table over.  She didn't say anything though.

Kyle realized that it was somewhat uncomfortable sitting in this position.  She looked down at her leg and saw she was wearing jeans.

'Why did I wear pantyhose under jeans today?" she wondered. "They much have bunched or something."

Kyle uncrossed his legs. He put his knees together instead.

As Kyle waited for his meal, he reached into his shirt and adjusted his bra strap, it was starting to slide off his shoulder.  As he did so he caught sight of his hand.

"When was the last time I had a manicure?  I can't remember. 

Kyle reached into his back right pocket and retrieved his phone. Kyle (and the woman kept their phones in the same place) 

"Hey Siri phone salon"

"I don't see Salon in your contacts. Who do you want to message?" the iPhone replied.

"Hey Siri phone SALON," Kyle said more slowly.

"I don't see Salon in your contacts. Who do you want to message?" the iPhone replied again.

Kyle looked over his contacts and couldn't find the salon either.

"I must have erased it by mistake."

Kyle used google to find the salon in question and phoned them up directly.

"Hello, I would like to make an appointment with Sally for a manicure."

"Is today at 4 available?"

"OK, I'll be there."

Kyle's bra strap slipped down again. He adjusted it a second time.

The waitress returned with the food and placed it in front of Kyle.

"Thank you."

Kyle put Splenda in his coffee as he usually did and then started to eat. He used her fork to carve out small portions of her omelet.  

He started to cross his legs again but remembered in time not to.

After finishing his meal, Kyle looked by her seat for her purse. It wasn't there. He looked around some more, it wasn't anywhere. His jacket was also gone.

The waitress returned while Kyle was looking for his purse. Kyle gets out of his chair. He was bending over searching for his purse.

"What's wrong?"

"My purse is missing!"

"It is? Have you looked everywhere, Sir?"

"Of course, I looked, I don't see it anywhere."

"Are you sure you brought a purse? I don't remember seeing you with one."

"I did. I always carry my purse."

"I don't know what to tell you. I don't see it."

"I'll have to call the police and report this. Good thing my phone wasn't in my purse."

"Yes, sir."

"Stop calling me Sir."

"What should I call you?"

"Miss," Kyle said in a sarcastic tone.

"Whatever."

"I'll get the manager."

"You do that."

The manager arrived and then soon after the police. That is when the shit hit the fan. That was when Kyle discovered that not only was his purse and his jacket gone, but also his body too.  Kyle became hysterical. An ambulance was called soon thereafter.

When Kyle wouldn't calm down or make sense, he was taken to the mental ward of the hospital. He was committed for a seventy-two-hour observation.

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