Darnell was trying to figure out what the hell was going on here. His skin was pale; he was carrying a purse; he seemed to wearing sweatpants; he obviously had a woman’s body. But the worst part of all this was that he was clearly now in New Jersey.
At least this seemed to be the platform to take the train into the City. He could get on, find his original body, and figure this whole mess out.
It didn’t take long for him to discover he wasn’t the only one in the wrong body. He heard people talking. He tried to get as much information as he could, but it seemed everyone was just as confused as he was. However, he figured one advantage his current body had was that this stuck up suburbanites were more willing to answer questions from what looked like a petite white woman instead of his original tall, male, Black body.



