Bodyswitch 2!

[tardistraveller]

Brian went upstairs to try to get away from the stupid talking toaster. Thank god the thing didn't seem to be able to climb stairs, although he felt a small pang of guilt at walking away and just leaving it there

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[_bridget_jones_]

Roger came out of the bathroom in a huff, really pissed that he constatly has to, well, piss. And his feet were swollen and his ankles ached and he was in a body that had two working hands and no way to hold a guitar. Fuck this.

He flopped down on the couch in the rec room with a great whump as the jukebox whirled to life.

"Don't you bloody start with me!" He screamed at it.

[tardistraveller]

Brian stopped in the doorway as he head the scream, then stepped inside. "Having a bad day?" He meant to smirk, but it came out more like a sympathetic smile.

Holy shite, that was one pregnant woman. He was tempted to turn around and leave again, but his feet just kept carrying him closer to the overly emotional blonde.

[_bridget_jones_]

"You're fucking right I'm having a bad day!" he said, crossing his arms over Bridget's chest. "I'm a sodding bloke trapped in this pregnant bint's body. AND I HATE THE BRITISH!" He huffed and blew a strand of hair away from the face area.

"Why do I keep getting bodies that have trouble walking? Even mine is shit."

[tardistraveller]

"You too, huh?" Brian leaned against the arm of the couch with a sigh. "Who are you usually?" He could think of a few blokes that couldn't walk all that well.