Nature's Way

“I know...I know what you did to that poor woman,” Norman wheezed as he sat up in his hospital bed upon seeing the nurse enter, “You thought I was asleep when the nurse came in last night, but I saw you. With whatever evil Satanic stuff you pulled, you swapped into her body. You left her to die in your body. It’s not right. We’re old men, or at least we were. It’s nature’s way to one day pass, but you cheated it all and stole that young woman’s life.”

Marvin scowled in response, but quickly put on a happy face. No matter how right Norman was, he couldn’t actually admit it. “Come on now, Mr. Lewis, it sounds like you are hallucinating. I might advise the doctor to increase your meds, and you share the same wild stores with him, he probably will,” Marvin responded, “I know you don’t have many days left, but I can imagine they will be very unpleasant ones if you threaten your nurses.”

“I’m not threatening anyone...”

“It sure sounded like one to me. But don’t worry, I am committed to making your last days here as comfortable as possible no matter how brief they might be...”

Just a Few Days

“Okay, so when I press this button over here, I need you to hit that switch, okay?” Hunter loudly announced across the room, trying to speak over the loud hum of the machines.

“Why?” Brooke asked back.

“To reverse to polarity to swap us back into our own bodies.”

“No, I understand what we’re doing, but why do we have to do it now?”

“I thought you wanted your body back?” He asked.

“I do,” Brooke paused, “But maybe not yet. It’s just that when people look at you, they see a smart nerdy guy. And when they look at me, they just think I’m some dumb blonde cheerleader. But, goddamnit, I’m taking the same courses as everyone else at this university; and I’m doing well too! It just might be nice to be seen as smart for a few days.”

“Why don’t you just quit the team?”

“Because I still LIKE being a cheerleader! People can have varied interests and be multi faceted, you know? Let’s just stay swapped for two days. We can consider it an anthropology experiment.”

Hunter looked down at the cheerleader uniform he was wearing with it’s short skirt and bare midriff. He had only been in Brooke’s body for a few minutes, and he had been absolutely fascinated by it. Now she was suggesting staying like this for a few days? He was giddy, but he also didn’t want to seem too eager. So he walked over to Brooke, rolled his eyes, and feigned an exasperated sigh. “Fine,” He muttered while trying to hide a smile.

Changing Room (Part 2)

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Sophia searched several stores across the mall before she found herself not far from where she started. She decided to end her search for now and actually pick up some clothes for her new male body. As she brought the handfull of shirts and pants toward the changing rooms, she heard a soft, faint, feminine cry from another stall. She went over to knock timidly on the door.

“Go away!” A voice that was clearly hers on the other end whispered.

“No, you don’t understand; it’s me! I mean, it’s you!” She replied finding it difficult to escape the excitement that she found her body.

The door unlocked and Sophia entered. She saw her body in tears wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts that were much too big for her small frame. A pair of shoes were not far away, much too big for her original body’s small feet.

“It’s going to be okay,” Sophia tried to assure before adding, “What’s your name?”

“Dean,” He said looking up from his tears, “Oh, God, tell me you haven’t been running around in my body wearing THAT!?”

“Hey, they still fit, okay! And no one seemed to care,” Sophia retorted, “Besides, I was buying new stuff when I found you. Now we can just switch clothes and go somewhere to figure this out.”

Dean curled up in a ball and began crying again. He muttered “yoga pants” under his breath before finally collecting himself. “Fine. I know I can’t wear my own clothes. They literally fall off me while I’m in your body. So I guess hand over the sportsbra.”

Potions

Damien loved his girlfriend Lilith. The fact that she was a witch was an added bonus filled with odd and unique experiences. The time she made his cat speak was certainly entertaining! Flying on a broom on a brisk autumn night was exhilarating! And then there was the time she accidentally swapped their bodies.

While Damien was worried he’d be fired if he didn’t show up for work, Lilith assured him she’d go in his place. Meanwhile, swapping back would be easy, she told him to just go back to her place and drink the potion she left on her kitchen table.

It sounded simple enough, but when Damien arrived back at Lilith’s house, there were countless potions scattered across her kitchen table. Damien wasn’t allowed to have a phone at work, so he couldn’t call to ask. And if they didn’t swap back in time, the magic would be permanent. With few options in front of him, Damien realized he probably had no choice but to drink ALL the potions, even though he was sure some of them would have extremely bad magical consequences.

Can't Play Ball for Sh*t (Part 2)

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Albert (or “Al” as he liked to be called) returned home early from his date wondering just what had gone wrong. People at the restaurant had stared at him from the moment he entered. When his date arrived and saw him, she shouted a few homophobic slurs before storming off. It had been like this ever since he saw a glimpse of that weird blue light a few days ago. For a moment, he had felt like everything was wrong, but the feeling passed so quickly. A similar feeling happened later in the day, but instead of feeling like everything was wrong, he felt like something was very right. In particular, it was his love of fashion: the dresses, the high heels, the jewelry. He loved dressing girlie and showing off his styles!

It became clearer and clearer as the days passed that others didn’t share his enthusiasm, and that societal pressure was getting to him. He didn’t want to tone it down or dress more manly. His fashion sense was the one thing he was absolutely sure about himself! And that brought back memories of the glimpse and the feeling of everything being wrong. What if everything else WAS wrong? What if this wasn’t his body? Or his life? What if he wasn’t Albert at all?

Another name flashed in his head and he quickly jotted it down. “Al...lison.” Allison. It seemed so wild. A woman? Seriously? Al wanted to laugh it off completely, and yet he looked down at his clothes. He knew they were right; he knew it must be true. But how?