(Sherlock) Ties That Bind

Dolores: Where's my hair? Where did my gorgeous, glossy black hair go? What's with this bald-looking hairline?

Where are my abs? Where did the beautiful abs I worked so hard for fifteen months go? Why is my stomach all soft and squishy?

Most importantly, where are my boobs? I...

Mycroft: Excuse me? Miss, you're touching my body. Please let go.

Dolores: Who are you? What is going on?

Mycroft: I should be the one asking that.

Dolores: ...

In short, after a car accident, two people who should never have crossed paths end up sharing control of one body.

Sherlock: Mycroft, did you sneak a ton of diet pills and lose your mind? Why are you looking at me with that bashful, girlish expression?

P.S. This is pure comedy. Logic does not exist here. I suddenly got into Mycroft again recently. I've always been obsessed with old soul-swap tropes, so here we are.