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This was worse than the time the island tried to kill her. At least, if it would have succeeded that time Isabel would have been out of her misery eventually. As it was, she was on her third day in this guy Zack's body and it didn't look as though she was going to have a reprieve anytime soon.
Out of respect for Zack, Isabel tried to do as much as this body seemed to want her to do. She worked out. She cleaned the dojo. She worked out some more. This body seemed to want to do nothing but squats and more squats. Seriously, she was soon gonna have iron-clad thighs.
But eventually Isabel got really tired of doing everything this body wanted. In a fit of rebellion, she went to the kitchen and baked for several hours. Cookies, breads, cakes. Then she loaded it all up and went to the market.
It wasn't too busy when she got there, so Isabel was able to set up her usual stall with no interruption. If anybody gave her any lip today, she was positive she could kill them with her thighs. Although, come to think of it, this body really wasn't too keen on negativity, so maybe she ought to downgrade from death to maiming.
Out of respect for Zack, Isabel tried to do as much as this body seemed to want her to do. She worked out. She cleaned the dojo. She worked out some more. This body seemed to want to do nothing but squats and more squats. Seriously, she was soon gonna have iron-clad thighs.
But eventually Isabel got really tired of doing everything this body wanted. In a fit of rebellion, she went to the kitchen and baked for several hours. Cookies, breads, cakes. Then she loaded it all up and went to the market.
It wasn't too busy when she got there, so Isabel was able to set up her usual stall with no interruption. If anybody gave her any lip today, she was positive she could kill them with her thighs. Although, come to think of it, this body really wasn't too keen on negativity, so maybe she ought to downgrade from death to maiming.