A Good Laugh

As Andre tried to explain the body swap to his girlfriend shortly after it happened, he wasn’t sure if she was laughing because she believed him or because she didn’t.

If she believed him, she was certainly amused that her boyfriend was now stuck in the body of some old, white lady from the suburbs. If she didn’t, she was certainly getting a kick out of seeing what she thought was an old, white lady under a delusion about being a 25-year-old black man (and her boyfriend).

Andre wished she would at least stop laughing so hard to explain which one it was.

Testing...

Edgar knew he was turning heads. He had been turning heads all week and collecting data for his experiment. The first few days after transforming into this blonde bombshell, he had tried to dress the part. The amount of attention he got was substantial, but it was clear no one paid any notice to his intellect or insight.

For the last few days, he had decided to wear clothes much more aligned to his nerdy personality. It didn’t change much. Maybe he picked up a few more whispers, but the attention was still completely paid to his body and anything he had to say was always dismissed.

The results of this experiment were certainly going to be interesting.

Hands (Part 1)

Michael was just pulling his car out of the driveway to head out on a week long business trip when it happened. He suddenly found himself back inside his own living room, sitting down on the couch. He lifted one hand.

It wasn’t his hand.

He recognized the hand. It was the one he had placed a ring on when he had gotten down on one knee to propose decades ago. It was the same hand that stopped wearing that ring after her hands had swollen up while pregnant with their first child twenty years ago.

How was he now have his own wife’s hand? How was he the one in control of it? The revelation hit slowly. It wasn’t just her hand.

Then he heard the crash.

The Witness

Nefarious

The sudden swap jolted Aaron. He didn’t know why he had become a woman, but he didn’t want to waste any time trying to figure it out. His first thought was simply to go find his original body. However, he soon found standing with the heels on his feet difficult, and walking would likely be impossible.

The solution of simply changing shoes seemed obvious enough, but that option was blocked when he discovered the shoes firmly locked onto his feet. He was starting to think this swap might be more nefarious.

He tried not to be deterred by the locks. Maybe there was a key somewhere, or maybe he could find a knife or scissors to simply cut the boots off of his feet. Of course, moving around to find any of these things wouldn’t be easy....