"Get out!" Lyndah screamed. "I don't want you here!"

"You signed a lease," I said, waving the piece of paper in front of her. "It's legally binding in seven hundred galaxies."

"Nobody told me I had to leave," Lyndah sniffled.

"You can stay, but your room's there." I pointed to a large closet. "You opted for the immortality clause. This is my home now."

"Can I come out once in a while?"

"Sure."

Adjustment would be hard, but not for me. This was my twenty-third body lease.

I stretched, blinked, and preened. It was good to finally have a home.

First published in "The Drabbler, Issue 16 - Alien Architecture" April 2010. (Published by Sams Dot Publishing now White Cat Publications. Publication no longer available.)