Angela watched as Gill mowed through his tomato pasta voraciously. Watching someone else eat for you... AS you... had created the strangest feeling within her. It was absolutely fascinating to watch the process from the outside, but she also couldn't help the tinge of disgust. This was Gill Hamilton controlling her body after all. The entire concept of Gill now acting as her was even harder for her mind to wrap around. Gill glanced back at the man watching him and proffered the other steaming plate of pasta.

"Eat."

"I don't feel hungry."

"And I don't care. You're in my body now and you'll do what I'll tell you to."

"Then you should do what I tell you to," Angela reflected conversely. Gill scooped a morsel and shoved it in front of his body's face.

"Eat." Angela hesitated at the sight of a small bit of mushroom poking out from underneath the sauce. She opened her mouth to again protest, but suddenly found the spoon jabbed inside of it. Surprisingly, despite the mushroom within, it actually tasted delicious! Gill withdrew the spoon from her mouth, satisfied that Angela seemed to enjoy it.

"Um, actually I've been wondering, Gill, how did you get into my house last night?" Angela asked between savoring the morsel in her mouth. Gill shoveled another spoonful of pasta into Angela's still-filled mouth to silence the man.

"I couldn't. I had been hoping you'd at least been dim-witted enough to hide an extra house key under a rock or something..." Angela tried to squeak out an upset remark, but found that it'd be impossible with so much food inside her mouth.

"...but apparently, I misjudged your intelligence. Kudos, by the way. Anyways, I dropped you at Elli's house, who then dressed you in these frilly pajamas you see now." Gill brandished his hand at the feminine garments her body was dressed in.

"Aw, those are actually really cute! I love it!" Angela cooed at her appearance. Gill scowled in sour reflection.

"I hate it! It's so itchy," he refuted and emphasized with a vigorous scratch at the back of his neck.

"I'll have to thank her taking such good care of me."

"You mean me. And no, I will do no such thing," he declared, summoning his usual authoritative and arrogant tone, but forgetting the statement was now coming out from a feminine and high-pitched voice, therefore losing any impact on Angela. Angela bent over and jabbed her head with a finger.

"Ruuuuuude," she bellowed out in front of his face. Gill swatted at the unwelcome hand.

"Can you not? I'm experiencing the worst hangover in the world right now..." he groaned out and rubbed his temples at the remembrance of the pain. Regaining her upbeat attitude and appetite, Angela helped herself to the other plate of pasta.

"I kinda feel one too... Did you drink after I passed out?" Angela smiled at the suffering person before her, now feeling somewhat grateful for the body swap. The female coughed loudly as if terribly inflicted by the question.

"Er... While we're on the subject of drinking, what kind of person passes out after drinking only three shots?" Gill said, hoping to shift the attention from his contradictory actions.

"I do!" Angela proudly replied to the query. Gill rolled her eyes at Angela's misplaced exuberance.

"That wasn't a compliment," Gill said before resuming his meal, unaware of her bra strap slipping down her arm into sight.

"Can you fix my bra strap for me? It looks indecent with it hanging out like that," Angela gestured at the offending item with her spoon. Gill scoffed at her request.

"You think I haven't tried fixing it? It was already happening when I was walking to my house, but I had no idea how to fix it."

""Just ... shorten it. Pull the..." Angela watched in irritated despair as Gill hastily shoved the strap up her shoulder only for it to fall loose again. Angela sighed at the man's impatience.

"Let me do it..." She stretched over the table and reached into the sleeve of Gill's pajamas, easily fixing the issue within seconds. As she pulled back from her body, she noticed the curious looks some of the staff were giving them.

Oh, Goddess.

Angela was not alone in her realization. Gill's cheeks blushed girlishly as he too realized how scandalous that must have looked from an outsider's perspective.

"It's not what you think!" he suddenly announced to the few patrons present. Angela's foot instinctively flew against Gill's unsuspecting shin, quickly muting the offender.

"What are you doing?" she hissed vehemently at the female.

"Protecting my reputation," he said in a dead-serious tone.

"What about my reputation?!" Angela pushed herself off the table, hovering in front of the female's face. Gill glared back at her, his expression still placid.

"You're a farmer; you work with hoes and crap. What 'reputation' do you mean?" he replied cheekily, earning him another painful kick under the table.

"I mean, as a lady! Even as a person in general! A girl doesn't let a guy adjust her strap like that!"

"Then why did you just do it so carelessly, hm?" Gill rolled his eyes at the girl's confusing logic. Angela began to withdraw herself, starting to feel somewhat defeated.

"I ... W-well, because it's habit and that's still my body, so, I ..." Angela peeked up at her partner to see if he was sharing an inkling of her embarrassment. He had already gone back to nonchalantly finishing his breakfast. Angela let out a distressed groan.

"You're lucky you're in my body right now. I'd so kill you otherwise," Angela said, her silver locks shaking with her head in reluctant disapproval.

Over the years of Mayor Hamilton's well-meant match-ups, the Sundae Inn had had the pleasure of observing every possible pairing there was out there for Gill. From the obscenely ugly to the ridiculously perfect, to the quiet and bookish to the brash and annoying, the Sundae Inn had seen them all. This snooty powerbroker and the town's favorite farm girl, Angela, was that one pairing none had been expecting to see realized.

Jake eyed the secluded table where the couple sat. "You're seeing this too, Colleen?"

"I'm just surprised as you are, dear," replied his wife whose focus was more on the expense ledger she was reading.

"They looked ready to strangle each other's necks a couple of weeks ago, but now they're sitting there like close friends," Jake continued watching the couple and to his utter surprise, witnessed Gill fixing Angela's bra strap for her. Then, suddenly recalling where they were, they both turned to their small audience with horror marking their faces.

"It's not what you think!" Angela hollered loudly to the few patrons present and was promptly quelled with Gill's hand over her mouth.

"...hm. Really close friends," Jake crinkled his eyebrows in mild confusion.

"I thought Luke was already with Angela," Colleen mused aloud from her book.

"I thought so, too. Guess I was wrong... but Gill! Who would've thought of that?" he said with a soft chuckle.

"Better not let Maya know or it'll spread like wildfire on island."

"Best not. Wouldn't want the Future Mayor's delicate image being ripped to shreds," Jake commented dryly. Colleen's attention went to the ticking hands of the clock.

"Hon, do you have that room ready for our boarder ready yet? She will be coming in a few hours, remember?" she turned to her husband who was still entranced with the mismatched couple in the corner. It took several moments until his wife's question registered in his distracted mind.

"Oh! I'll go finish it now." And off Jake scampered up the stairs, his mind busy with the inn's interesting developments.

Gill hurried after his taller, female counterpart as they returned to the Hamilton's home. The two walked closely together, no longer feeling the awkwardness they had just the night before. From their perspective, this wasn't a walk between two lovers or friends; this was just a walk with their literal selves, with another person kind of mixed in there.

"What are we going to do now?" Angela sighed, her warm breath forming a hazy puff from her mouth.

"Well, I, unlike certain dingy parties present, have a respectable job to get to, so we're going to my place to get you ready for work," Gill resolved and took the lead to his home. Instead of having her meekly follow him, he found himself suddenly jerked back by the wrist and spun about to face Angela. Had he always been this strong?

"Farming is an entirely respectable profession, you butt!" she passionately corrected him. "And if I were you, which I am by the way, I wouldn't diss the person who literally puts food on your plate," Angela said, donning a sneer she had become familiar with seeing from the outside. However, after shaking himself free from her grasp, Gill continued his soliloquy on the day's plan as if Angela had never said anything. Or called him a butt.

"There's a certain standard to my daily wardrobe I'll have to show you. As a young politician, I'm expected to-"

"I know already! Suit, nice tie, shiny shoes, the whole stuffy burrito," Angela said, releasing a girlish giggle from Gill's body.

"Hmph. Fine. I'll let you dress yourself and we'll see how you size up to my standards. As for what you'll do when you reach Town Hall, just sit there. Don't sign anything, don't talk to anyone, and don't read anything. Just twirl your pen in your hand and if Elli hands you anything to work on, just glance at it and tell her 'are you sure? Is this the best you can do?'"

"Wow, I never expected a desk job to be so exciting," Angela said with a yawn. She tapped her chin while mulling over Gill's job description.

"For farming... it's not that complicated, I think. You can just pick anything from my closet and slap it on. Well, as long as they match, you can do that. I only have, like, four outfits, so I don't think you can screw that up too badly," Angela said, satisfied with the fact that at least Gill couldn't humiliate her by messing up her exterior image. Gill rolled his eyes at the vague instructions.

"How comforting. I'd no idea you were that poor."

"I'm not that poor. It's just...we don't really have a store dedicated solely to clothing on this island, now do we, Mr. Mayor-To-Be?"

"True..." The gears and cogs in Gill's mind began to click to life at Angela's remark.

"Since it's winter, I only have buckwheat growing right now, so just water those and pull out any weeds."

"Uh-huh..." Gill idly responded. Angela looked down at her body walking beside her. It had never occurred to her how tall Gill was in comparison to herself. No wonder it always seemed he was looking down on her, both literally and figuratively.

"If this doesn't clear out by tomorrow and we really have to switch lives for real, shouldn't we, like, give each other more info on our lives?" Angela wisely asked as they idled near the Hamilton's home. Gill whipped out his arm to check his watch, but was subsequently reminded that Angela did not own one, much to his chagrin.

"I'm afraid we don't have to time to do that right now. You're already late as it is. I'll get going now, but call the Town Hall first and let Elli know you'll be coming in late today."

"Have you ever been late before?" A sordid look panned across Gill's face as he remembered something he wish he hadn't.

"...once, but that was a long time ago and the more time we spend talking, the later Mr. Future Mayor is going to be," Gill quickened his pace as they were only a few steps from the sanctuary of his home. The sudden, untimely shout of his name disrupted the couple's plans.

"Gill!" The person in question, forgetting who he was now, immediately turned to the calling voice.

"What?" Gill answered from Angela's body. Elli halted in confusion. Angela punched her partner for his lapse of memory.

"I'm right here, Elli!" Angela cheerfully answered with a little wave of her manly hand.

"You fool, what are you doing, answering so femininely?" Gill muttered to the male. Elli cocked an eyebrow at the odd whispering.

"Are... you okay? You didn't come in on time and I just got a call from your dad saying you might not come in today," Elli looked over her coworker, feeling uneasy with his strangely upbeat attitude.

"I'm fine; I'm just a little hungo-" A slender hand corked "Gill's" mouth hastily.

"Ange-... Gill is feeling terribly unwell!" True.

"He collapsed last night and couldn't get up properly this morning." False.

"Gill told me it's because he's been working really hard this season." A little buttered-up, but still true.

"What's up, Ms. Elli?" Gill asked her, trying hard to imitate Angela's blithe cheeriness.

"Um, well, I got a call from Dale this morning. It's finished - the sweepstakes' house is finished." Gill ripped his hand from Angela's mouth.

"What?! That wasn't our agreement!" Gill stormed loudly. Angela gently pushed her aside, trying to distract from "Angela's" uncharacteristic behavior with a weak excuse.

"Uh, she means ... because of Luke, they agreed to -"

"Let's go. You, come with me," Gill demanded and began pacing hurriedly to Caramel River District, expecting Elli to trail behind him. With "Gill" not too far behind, she hurried after the girl quickly. Angela had come to her home complete knocked out and should've been terribly hung-over this morning. Maybe Angie's hangovers worked differently...? Regardless, Elli brought herself to "Angela's" side and probed her with matronly concern.

"Angela, are you feeling okay? Don't push yourself if you're sti-"

"I'm feeling super-duper wonderful, Ms. Elli! I mean, three shots of alcohol shouldn't be a big deal for an adult like me, right?" Gill intonated and added a feminine gurgle for added effect.

"Goddess! This guy's body's so unfit! thought Angela as she finally caught up with them. Judging by the horridly bewildered look on Elli's face, Angela decided it would be best to intervene now. She wedged her lanky body between Elli and the creepily grinning Angela.

"Elli! I, uh, think you should walk with me for now. I mean, you're my secretary and stuff, so, yeah..." Angela pulled her friend by the shoulders to her side, safely away from Gill.

"Gill, I'm the Town's secretary, not your secretary," Elli brushed Angela's hands from her shoulders. Right, she was Gill now ...

"Elli, please understand that Angela and I are not feeling all right at this time, so if she says or does anything weird, please don't take it too seriously," Angela pleaded with her friend. Elli looked up at the man curiously.

"Is it because something happened on your date last night?" Angela blushed at Elli's question as fragments of yesterday's heart-to-heart conversation replayed in her head.

"W-wha... That... wasn't a date..." she managed to stutter out.

"Ha haa, yeah right. It looked like a date to me. You know, the next time you reserve a spot during a festival, you should choose someplace less conspicuous than the top of hill under a huge tree where everybody can see you guys."

Oh, how Angela wished she could throw herself in bottomless pit right now. "They... saw?"

"Yeah, I thought it looked like everything was going all right," Elli concluded. The two walked on a little further on in silence until Elli decided to further investigate. She turned to the man, the impish smirk on her face already warning Angela that Elli meant trouble.

"Did you guys ki-?"

"Hey! We're here!" "Angela" suddenly burst through between them and began pulling Angela far ahead of Elli to the construction site.

"I will found out the truth, Gill Hamilton," Elli called after them and let the pair rush off ahead.

"Dale!" Gill yelled out to the group of men applying the last touches to their project. The seasoned carpenter lifted up his head upon hearing the girl's familiar voice. Being in a good mood now that their work was finished, he waved at the approaching pair happily.

"G'morning, Angela," he smiled as the girl marched right up to him. Instead of returning the cheery welcome, Gill jabbed a slender finger at the man's chest.

"Cut the crap, old man. I thought we had a de-" A thin, manly hand grabbed and safely enclosed itself over "Angela's" mouth, fortunately capping away the brewing storm of rage.

"I am SO sorry! She's just, uh really not feeling well this morning," Angela excused the squirming lady under her grasp. She released the vagrant and turned to Gill in infuriated embarrassment.

"Apologize!" Angela demanded of Gill. He rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Fine." Gill turned to the presumably offended Dale and looked him straight in the eyes. "Sorry," he intonated in the most insincere tone. Gill looked to Angela, seeking for some sort of approval. She gestured with her foot what to expect if he didn't do it again and properly this time. Gill groaned aloud, exasperated, but was saved by a shock of blue racing from behind the house to meet them.

"Angela! Oh goddess!" Angela's eyes lit up in fervor as she saw Luke approach them. She stepped forward to return the greeting.

"Luke, I -" The boy breezed right past her and went straight up to "Angela" instead. The swapped pair realized rather belatedly the full extent of their body swap.

"I'm really, really, really sorry for missing our date last night! I totally understand if you never want to speak to me again because of that."

"I could definitely do that," Gill grinned mischievously. Luke continued his fervent apologies.

"Pops just wouldn't let me go at all, ladybro! I tried sneaking away, like, four times, and he caught me every time," Luke simpered pitifully.

"Like he was supposed to..." Gill mumbled and glared at the boy's father who was busier speaking with Elli than controlling his son.

"But now that the house is finished, I'm free and I'll make it up for you," Luke said decidedly. He held "Angela's" hands in his own gloved ones. Gill paled at the sudden turn of events and tried tugging his hands from Luke's grip. Gill glanced at Angela with desperation and earned only an evil look from her.

"Why don't we have lunch together?" said Luke, with his eyes glistening earnestly and his hands keeping "Angela" from slipping away. Gill finally succeeded in ripping his hands away from his unwanted suitor.

"Goddess, no! Angela!" Bewildered by this disturbing turn of events, he fled behind his body, praying that Angela might understand and protect her from this disgusting idiot.

"Help me!" he implored her. Angela looked down upon Gill, smiling widely and patting her body's head in unsaid condolence. Gill looked into those icy blue eyes and could see revenge stoking an inferno behind them. There was no escape.

"You'll have to forgive Angela; she's not feeling too well today. She'd love to go!" Angela said as her body's own proxy. Gill began to feel that headache start up again.

"What."

"Um, okay?" Luke smiled, confused, but still pleased to have lunch with Angela.

"Great! She'll meet you at the inn at twelve o'clock!" Angela tapped her body's foot with Gill's own, her eyes bearing down on Gill to respond nicely.

Gill smiled wryly at the lumberjack. "I'm ... looking forward to it." Luke lunged to suddenly hug "Angela" in overflowing joy, but was blocked by "Gill" suddenly jumping between them. Angela certainly didn't want Luke hugging Gill while they were in this state. As everyone looked on in mild confusion, a plan began to hatch in the recesses of Gill's mind.

A lunch date with Luke, hm? This relationship might be more beneficial than I thought, Gill thought devilishly. Heck, this might even be fun.

Aaaaand, there we have it. Chapter 19 all finished and nicely tied in a bow. 'Tis a long chapter to kind of make up for my long absence. As of right now, I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter finished due to school/work, but instead of doing nothin for a long time and then writing everything at once, I'll try to continue working on the story in short spurts. That way, it'll progressively get done, uploaded, and Bob's your uncle! :D

I'll be re-introducing another character back to the main storyline next chapter (drama-bomb!), but if you've noticed some rather obvious details to this story, I'm 67% sure y'all already know who it is. :P If not, stay tuned for ch. 20 to find out!

Thank you to those who submitted some helping hands for my pronoun confusion. I'm not sure if you can tell, but I tried utlilizing your various advice in this chapter. Please let me know if you can spot some weak spots or if it's still kind of ... eh.. you know what I mean.