“WHAT?” Eden shot up from her desk, and with a mixture of her outburst and being unaccustomed to her long, manly limbs, banged her knee against the desk. Elias, in Eden’s body, reflexively winced, but if she did get hurt, she didn’t show it. 

“Hey now,” Elias attempted to appease the tomato-red face crammed within his phone screen, all the while angling himself in such a way that she couldn’t see what he was wearing, “I know the whole situation’s less than ideal, but we all have to make sacrifices. I’ll make sure to come in tom-”

Oops, that didn’t help diffuse the situation at all: “‘SACRIFICES’? I have BALLS now, you fuck! And your gross body gets so sweaty they stick to my thigh! I’m TRAPPED here, day and night, working my ass off while you go around-” 

Elias ended the call; it was his turn to cut her off. Eden had every right to be upset, but that didn’t mean he had to listen to all her abuse. Elias wasn’t in any way responsible for the lab explosion that caught him and his fellow researcher in the blast zone, switching them in the process, but the longer he was in her body, the less he felt stuck in it… and the more he didn’t want to go back to his old life. Instead of heading back to the lab to attempt to safely recreate the circumstances of the accident, Elias tried to finesse his way out of helping whenever possible. Such as today. He had gone out to buy the skimpiest getup he could find. And to be fair, it was slow-goings shimmying the thing on with all the breaks he had to take in the process. There were boobs- tits, even- just SITTING there on his chest, how could he not get distracted? But he was going to look flawless for this evening, no matter how long it took to get ready. 

Elias and Eden aimed to keep their swap a secret, therefore Tony, Elias’s best friend, was the only person who knew the full story. So Tony invited him for a night out, presumably as a means of commiseration and/or a return to (somewhat) normalcy. Elias had grander plans in mind, however. Eden’s body’s urges were driving him WILD, and he was smart enough to see what a stellar candidate Tony would be at easing such tensions. Elias was careful not to tip his hand before it was a sure thing, but the truth would soon be revealed. The dress hardly conveyed a somber, modest tone, after all. In fact, why not go all out? Shamelessly, Elias stepped out of the thong panties he’d been wearing all day. Losing them made the dress’s silhouette more streamlined, they’d likely developed a musk from flicking it all day, it allowed for easier access… it didn’t take a genius to realize that it simply made too much sense.