Who I Always Wanted To Be

My roommate and I both ended up in women’s bodies as a result of the Great Shift, but within a few days, I started to worry that the whole thing affected more than just his body. He started wearing short skirts and pink outfits. His attitude became more like an air-headed ditz than the jock he had been. It took a few days, but I eventually had to say something.

He responded very matter-of-factly. “Had it ever occurred to you that this might just be what I’ve always wanted to be like this entire time?” He asked, “Maybe I just felt pressured to act in a certain way in my male body, but maybe I never wanted that? And, sure, maybe I might be overcompensating a little now that I have a body of my dreams, but I think I’m allowed to express myself in any way that I want? No? And this is how I’m choosing to be now. I haven’t changed; I just get to be who I’ve always wanted to be.”

BRAINWORMS

Just Visiting

She appeared out of nowhere in my room with a faint yellow glow. I noticed the wings, yet the fact that she was dressed all in black didn’t escape my notice either.

“Are you an angel or a demon?” I thought to ask.

“It’s not simple,” She sighed, “Your notions of heaven and hell; of good and bad; of male and female -- everything falls apart in ways you can’t imagine when you die.”

“Are you saying I’m dying?”

She laughed, “No, you’re fine. I’m just visiting.”

I was relatively young. Not many of my friends had passed. Even my grandparents were all still alive.

“I can see you’re wondering,” She said, “Time also has very little meaning once you pass. If you must know, I am you. Many years from now, I am you.”

“But you’re -- well -- a woman!”

“Didn’t I say things like gender fall apart? It’s hard to think I was ever this daft!”

Kiss

New Year’s Eve at the club had been somewhat of a bust. With about ten minutes to go before midnight, Jorge still hadn’t found someone to kiss at the start of 2026. Then he saw the woman in the sparkly top. She seemed a little concerned about something, but -- more importantly -- she seemed alone.

“I’m not sure you’d want to,” She said when Jorge suggested they kiss at midnight, saying quite a few things to try to dissuade him.

She finally relented just before the clock struck twelve, and they kissed. But when he pulled away, something felt off. He looked down. He was wearing her top, and not only that, he had her entire body! He asked in a flustered manner what had happened.

She replied calmly that she had warned him, yet he insisted. Her body had a curse to swap with anyone who she kissed on midnight of the new year. Now that curse was Jorge’s. He’d be stuck in her body for at least a year. If he wanted out, he’d have to find someone to kiss in 2027.

2B or Not 2B (Part 2)

View Part 1 of 2B or Not 2B.

It was hard for Aaron not to kick himself about using the Medallion of Zulo to end up in the wrong body. He kept trying to put on different pieces of clothing to feel better about it, but nothing worked. This wasn’t the hot body he intended to swap with and no change of clothing was going to make it so.

He thought about trying to sleep through the twelve hours, but he wasn’t in the slightly bit tired despite the late hour.

But maybe it wasn’t all bad. He was still experiencing womenhood, even if it wasn’t the first thing on his mind. Perhaps he could even still be a little curious about his less-than-ideal body. It might at least kill some time...