On Christmas night, lovers Nathan and Joshua drink a magic draft and switch bodies...
Joshua’s palate and tongue were still tingling from the potion when he set the glass down on the table. It felt and tasted almost like champagne, although a lot headier: Joshua’s head was already spinning like he was well on his way toward getting drunk. He clutched the edge of the table and shut his eyes tightly, trying to get a grip on himself. Maybe drinking a magic potion after a couple glasses of wine during the dinner hadn’t been such a good idea.
“Should we have…”
His words trailed off when they came out in a voice that was nothing like his own.