Thanks for the reviews! If you keep them coming, I'll keep updating the story. Hope you like the way it continues. I think I'll get a bit more into the romance and UST in the next chapter.

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"I'm not gonna eat that."

"No, I'm eating it."

"Well, it's my body we're talking about!"

Scully stared with nothing short of horror at the fatdripping monster hamburger Mulder was about to put in her mouth. They had stopped at a little restaurant on their way back. Mulder had managed to break off one of her heels while driving and when she saw him hopping the whole way to the table she had thought that there might be just the tiniest possibility that this could be a little fun. But this was enough. "So, you're gonna eat that and I'll have to carry it around afterwards?" "Yup." She glared at him and the moment he put the burger down she switched his plate with her Caesar salad and took a large bite from the burger. "Ey!" Mulder looked at himself biting into a huge hamburger and thought that it looked a bit nauseating from this perspective. Speaking of perspective, he thought, I'll never get used to looking up at Scully.

"So, what do we do about this?" Scully asked him between bites.

"I thought we'd visit the Gunmen first and see if they can help us."

"And how could they possibly help us?"

"I don't know. Maybe there have been other cases. People who claim to have switched bodies." "What if it's irreversible?"

"Let's not even think about that."

Mulder got up to get to the bathroom, forgot that he was wearing one high heel and one crippled high heel, and fell back on his chair. Scully nearly managed to suppress the smile. Mulder glared at her accusingly, as if this whole thing was somehow her fault, and then hopped off to the bathroom. He was about to enter the men's room when he heard himself clearing his throat. He realized his mistake and took the next door. 'I'll never get used to this.'

While he washed his (if only they really were his) hands, his eyes caught the large mirror above the sink. He raised his hand. In the mirror, Scully raised her hand. He made a face. In the mirror, Scully made a face. He felt a little surreal. His eyes trailed downwards. He assured himself that he had not come to the bathroom to look at or even touch Scully's cleavage and would swear this to any jury. 'Well, technically, they are a part of my body. There's nothing wrong with just testing what they feel like, is there? I mean, they are attached to me and ..." "Mulder, what the hell is taking so long?", came his own voice through the door, sounding a trifle annoyed. "Nothing. I'll be there in a minute."

"You drive", Mulder told her when they had returned to their rental car. She looked at the desolate state of his shoes and took the key from him. Again, she couldn't help smiling at the mess they had gotten themselves into this time. The smile vanished, however, when she banged her had on the roof of the car. "Ouch." She was pretty sure she heard a little snicker from herself in the curbside.

"This is not funny."

"You're right. We better try to reverse this before one of us really gets hurt."

"And before you manage to gain the 4 pounds I managed to lose last month."

"Yeah, whatever."