Grace (Part 1)

The light hit the ring, catching Peter’s eye. Even the inscription -- despite being impossibly small -- was somehow crystal clear, even at a distance. It said, “Good for one wish.” He thought that was probably some sort of inside joke for whoever lost the ring, but he still thought about it right before he picked it up.

If he could wish for anything it would be to be irresistible to women and rich. Did that count as one wish? Or two? It’s not like it mattered. This thing couldn’t actually be magic, could it?

However, instantly reaching down to touch the ring proved it actually was magic, though his body didn’t seem to be changing in the way that would fit his wish. Of course, the ring granted a single wish, but not necessarily YOUR wish. A previous person in possession of the ring had asked to be an ideal form of feminine grace and beauty -- a perfect dancer’s body -- which is the wish Peter now had obtained.

AI Bros

Arrival

Chad walked off the plane, his first time standing on his new unfamiliar legs. He was sure everyone was staring at him as though they knew he wasn’t the woman he appeared to be.

But how could they?

As chaotic as the body swap incident on the plane had been, it had seemed to be limited to only the aircraft. There were theories about the plane being hit by lightning or an atmospheric anomaly or even just magic. But just about everyone on board was sure that if they started talking about body swapping upon landing, they would all be treated as insane -- so they all agreed to pretend to be who they now appeared to be. And so Chad was now Lucia. He wasn’t sure if he could pull it off. After all, what did he know about being a woman?

She assured him he’d able able to handle it in the short term, and they’d meet again within a day to discuss next steps...

Tall

For the most part, people cleared out of the room pretty quickly out of the Great Shift. It wasn’t orderly; it was complete chaos. A few stayed behind, mostly those who were unswapped, but Juan just sat on the runway without moving much from the moment he realized he had swapped bodies.

The dress was very restrictive. He didn’t know how he’d even stand in these heels. Taking off all the straps of the shoes didn’t seem easy either. It was a while before someone even noticed him, and helped him stand. He noted how he towered over them. His new body must have been at least six feet tall in heels, though he still had no idea how to walk in these things.

Legs

Erica was trying to fathom how this happened. These legs didn’t belong to her and yet they were attached to her, and she was the one controlling them. They felt clumsy and moved like tree trunks -- furry tree trunk at that, given the amount of hair they had.

Even more concerning was the strange feeling between her legs -- that was something that wasn’t hers either -- though she seemed to have much less control of whatever it was doing right now.

But the worst thought was that if she had legs and anatomy that belonged to some guy, was a guy running around with hers somewhere? She was worried what that guy might be doing, but first she needed to stand up on these really awkward legs.