Ferris cocked his head in confusion, “Hey c’mon man, why the hate? Peek the threads; it’s all good.”
“The problem IS the threads!” Fin shielded his eyes, “Look, I don’t care that you and Fern are sharing bodies or whatever, but you gotta wear a bra or something. I don’t want to look over to see my sister’s nipples poking out.”

“Oh, heh,” Ferris gave one of his borrowed boobs a quick squeeze, never losing his signature toothy grin, “My B. Still haven’t figured out the dang things. ’Sides, you know me: gotta let those puppies breathe.”

Fin could only groan in response. Ever since Ferris and Fern discovered they were switchers, it seemed like they spent more time in each other’s bodies than in their own. Normally he wouldn’t mind- all the more power to them, really- but he knew Ferris all too well. His friend’s free spirit attitude could get him in some sticky situations, and Fin doubted being a petite young woman would keep him out of trouble. Fin wished he didn’t have to be stuck chaperoning, but with his sister’s body in such a state, it hardly inspired confidence.