Me.

Stand There and Look Pretty

Ever since he was a kid, Ben had an interest in cars and dreamed of being a racecar driver. As he got older, he went to trade school and began working as a mechanic in his local shop; he still dreamed of working for the pit crew of a famous driver. Really, he always wished to be closer to that world. And then it happened one day in most unexpected way possible.

He was at home when it happened. When his vision blurred and it felt like he passed out. He was still standing though when his senses returned. The first thing he noticed was the scent of motor oil. Then the sounds or a track, and he could tell he was in the center of it. But he wasn’t in his own body, or any mechanic’s body; he wasn’t a racer either.

No, he swapped bodies with a pit babe. Being in the center of the action was certainly a thrill, but no one wanted to listen as he tried to explain his skills. His new job was clear: stand there and look pretty.

Dog Gone

Cassie had been disoriented after the head swap. Finding herself on the body of a dog was a difficult situation to navigate! The dog didn’t have nearly the hard time she did and ran off almost instantly. It took her quite a while to find it again.

Except the dog’s head was very clearly not on her body anymore; it was on the body of some guy. She was now more concerned. Did this mean some guy was now running around the park with his head on her body? And if so, why would he let the dog just run off.

A chill ran down Cassie’s now canine spine. What if the man’s plan was to steal her body all along? What if he was doing something weird with it right now? No. No, it was impossible. He was sure to show up with her body any minute now. And maybe he’d know something about how or why they all swapped. Maybe he’d even have a way for them to get back to normal!

Karaoke Room (Part 2)

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I didn’t think to look up right away after it happened. I probably should have. I guess my bros didn’t either. When we finally did, we soon realized we were all in the same situation. I immediately recognized their clothing, but their faces took me a minute.

“They checked in right after us. They’re in the next room.” I said finally realizing who we were, my voice sounding sweet and feminine with a slight accent -- though I couldn’t pull any useful language from my memory to go along with that accent.

“Yeah, the Asian chicks. I think I’m the cute one,” Pete said, still wearing his hoodie.

“They all look the same to me,” Nick replied.

“Dude, don’t be racist!”

“It’s not racist! I’m Asian now! It’s fine.”

They were both clearly as drunk as I was.

Gossip

I guess the news had dropped on one of those gossip sites while I was in transit. It was true, of course, but any time a reporter got close enough to ask me with a microphone I denied it.

Body swap? Of course not!

Was I actually a man in the body of a famous supermodel? Do you know how stupid you sound?

How did it happen? What sort of sci-fi bullsh*t tech do you think exists where body swapping is real?

It was easy to dismiss them. Body swapping did still seem insane and impossible. Yet I was living proof it could actually be done, I just didn’t want any of THEM to know that.