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Bill shifted in his seat, glancing once more at his watch. Isabella had been gone to the restroom for quite a while. He looked around, the sounds of clinking silverware and muffled conversation filling the restaurant. He had spent the last 15 minutes trying to shake off the feeling that Isabella had quietly slipped away, abandoning their date.

Bill watched as a figure appeared from the direction of the restaurant restrooms. He let out a sigh of relief as he recognized the figure as Isabella. Her tall, slim figure was clad in a little black dress, showing off her toned legs and accentuating her feminine curves. Her dark, straight hair framed her youthful face. Intricate tattoos adorned her exposed, pale skin.

But as she neared, his relief morphed into confusion. It wasn't her youthful, feminine face that looked back at him. Instead, it was the face of a rugged man in his forties, complete with stubble and wrinkles.

"Isabella?" Bill asked, the confusion clear in his voice as he took in the strange sight. She simply smiled and nodded, taking her seat and sipping her drink like nothing was out of the ordinary.

The face of a man on Isabella's body began to speak. "Sorry for making you wait. The line for the ladies' room was so long," but instead of Isabella's sweet, melodious voice that came out of her mouth it was that of a man's voice.

Bill blinked, taken aback. "Isabella...?"

The man in Isabella's body looked amused. "You can see it, can't you?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs in a very Isabella-like manner. "You can see my real face, can’t you."

Bill nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the discordant sight of a middle-aged man's face on a young woman's body.

"Interesting..." the man mused. A slow, teasing smile stretched across his face. "Well, it's not every day you run into another body hopper," he said. He leaned forward, holding out a hand. "The name's Robert."

"Body hopper? What are you talking about?" Bill asked, still unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Oh boy, you really don’t know anything about us, do you?," the man said, leaning back comfortably in Isabella's body. "I'm a body hopper. I take control of other people's bodies. I noticed Isabella walking out on you, so I thought I'd step in.”

Bill just stared at "Isabella". His mind is a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief, trying to process the bizarre revelation. Before he could stammer out a reply, Robert interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's just finish dinner, and I'll explain it all to you later, kid," Robert casually proposed, running a hand through Isabella's long, dark hair. He picked up Isabella's fork and started twirling pasta around it. "Dinner's on her tonight, huh?" His smirk was as wide as his appetite.

Bill shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the grotesque mismatch of Isabella's petite body hosting Robert's masculine face scarfing down his former date’s pasta.

Robert caught Bill's wide-eyed gaze. "Aw, don't be such a prude," he said, shaking his head in amusement. He took a hearty bite of the pasta, grinning at Bill with sauce smeared across Isabella's lips.

"Would it be better if I looked like this?" Robert asked with a teasing smirk. Suddenly, his face shimmered and contorted, and in the blink of an eye, the rugged, masculine features were replaced by the soft, youthful ones Bill was familiar with. Isabella's long lashes fluttered back at him, her lips perfectly adorned with a crimson hue.

"There," Robert said, his voice back to Isabella’s feminine voice, "Is that better?"

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Bill shifted in his seat, glancing once more at his watch. Isabella had been gone to the restroom for quite a while. He looked around, the sounds of clinking silverware and muffled conversation filling the restaurant. He had spent the last 15 minutes trying to shake off the feeling that Isabella had quietly slipped away, abandoning their date.

Bill watched as a figure appeared from the direction of the restaurant restrooms. He let out a sigh of relief as he recognized the figure as Isabella. Her tall, slim figure was clad in a little black dress, showing off her toned legs and accentuating her feminine curves. Her dark, straight hair framed her youthful face. Intricate tattoos adorned her exposed, pale skin.

But as she neared, his relief morphed into confusion. It wasn't her youthful, feminine face that looked back at him. Instead, it was the face of a rugged man in his forties, complete with stubble and wrinkles.

"Isabella?" Bill asked, the confusion clear in his voice as he took in the strange sight. She simply smiled and nodded, taking her seat and sipping her drink like nothing was out of the ordinary.

The face of a man on Isabella's body began to speak. "Sorry for making you wait. The line for the ladies' room was so long," but instead of Isabella's sweet, melodious voice that came out of her mouth it was that of a man's voice.

Bill blinked, taken aback. "Isabella...?"

The man in Isabella's body looked amused. "You can see it, can't you?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs in a very Isabella-like manner. "You can see my real face, can’t you."

Bill nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the discordant sight of a middle-aged man's face on a young woman's body.

"Interesting..." the man mused. A slow, teasing smile stretched across his face. "Well, it's not every day you run into another body hopper," he said. He leaned forward, holding out a hand. "The name's Robert."

"Body hopper? What are you talking about?" Bill asked, still unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Oh boy, you really don’t know anything about us, do you?," the man said, leaning back comfortably in Isabella's body. "I'm a body hopper. I take control of other people's bodies. I noticed Isabella walking out on you, so I thought I'd step in.”

Bill just stared at "Isabella". His mind is a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief, trying to process the bizarre revelation. Before he could stammer out a reply, Robert interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's just finish dinner, and I'll explain it all to you later, kid," Robert casually proposed, running a hand through Isabella's long, dark hair. He picked up Isabella's fork and started twirling pasta around it. "Dinner's on her tonight, huh?" His smirk was as wide as his appetite.

Bill shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the grotesque mismatch of Isabella's petite body hosting Robert's masculine face scarfing down his former date’s pasta.

Robert caught Bill's wide-eyed gaze. "Aw, don't be such a prude," he said, shaking his head in amusement. He took a hearty bite of the pasta, grinning at Bill with sauce smeared across Isabella's lips.

"Would it be better if I looked like this?" Robert asked with a teasing smirk. Suddenly, his face shimmered and contorted, and in the blink of an eye, the rugged, masculine features were replaced by the soft, youthful ones Bill was familiar with. Isabella's long lashes fluttered back at him, her lips perfectly adorned with a crimson hue.

"There," Robert said, his voice back to Isabella’s feminine voice, "Is that better?"