A Fly in the Ointment

Journal

No one could explain why or how reality shifted that day. Scientists began to study the whole thing extensively, but the changes left no physical trace behind. People started talking about how the trees and grass used to have a purple tint to them, and I couldn’t tell if they were bullshitting me or not -- because I couldn’t remember if they did; I thought they had always been green.

Then I started to realize how many memories of my old self were missing. I remembered being a male professor instead of a female college student, but I couldn’t even recall the subject I used to teach, so I decided to start writing down what I could remember of who I once was.

The more I wrote down, the more the holes in my memory became apparent. I’d even go back a few days earlier to re-read things, and the memory I had described in the passage seemed like it happened to another person. We were all adjusting to the new reality, and it was terrifying.

Not Without a Fight

Gregory collapsed to the ground at the supermarket. Abigail was trying to escape again, to regain control of her own body, but Gregory fought her off like he had so many times before.

But he could feel she was getting stronger. He had done so much to possess her body, take control, and turn her into the perfect tradwife. He thought that would weaken Abigail’s spirit, but it seemed to only make her want to fight back harder.

Gregory didn’t want to give up being Abigail. But he wasn’t sure how long it would be until she forced him out.

Doing Okay (Part 3)

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I didn’t recognize my former body as it walked down the street. In fact, it wasn’t until she looking down at me when I realized that was my former body. She looked incredible. I was amazed my old body could look that well put together with nicely styled hair and a sharp blazer over a collared shirt.

Then I looked down at the tank top and jean shorts I was wearing. I became hyper aware of how messy my hair was and the Diet Coke in my hand. I tried to hide the boxes of tampons in the plastic bag next to me. I realized I was slouching, and I tried to sit up straighter.

“You look...good,” I said in a tone that was hard to hide my embarrassment.

“And you seem to be doing okay,” She responded, “I can’t imagine it’s easy for a guy becoming a woman.”

Even her words seemed to be picked better than mine. I could feel my nervousness grow.

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