Liminal Spaces | Backrooms

Mixed (Part 1)

As I watched the blue glow fade into the distance, I knew it wasn’t coming back. I don’t know how I knew that; it was sort of similar to how I was the only one who noticed the changes it caused -- and now those changes were done. Whatever purpose it had in mixing my roommate up in the way it had, it was done with us now.

And Zuri and I were definitely mixed up. It had simply swapped our bodies at first -- and that was weird enough -- but then it started giving things back to me. My eyesight changed first when I got my original blue eyes back with their perfect 20/20 vision. Then my hair became blonde and more wispy -- it was inexplicably still able to maintain Zuri’s curls and style. Then it gave me back my pale skin while I maintained Zuri’s Black features. I saw the opposite changes on my body that Zuri now possessed -- though as I mentioned, I was the only one who noticed any of this.

I hoped it would continue changing us back, but that’s when it stopped. Obviously, I was stuck as a woman now, but I had no idea how to even begin to describe my new racial identity; maybe that was the exact thing the blue glow was trying to figure out...

Weekend Plans

It seemed kinda lame that even in the year 2000 that my girlfriend’s dorm didn’t allow guys inside, but with a little help from a strange invention borrowed from where went to college and her roommate, we developed a plan.

We’d all meet up once I got into town on Friday, then we’d use the invention to swap my body with her roommate’s -- yeah, the invention was a body swapper. Then my girlfriend and I could spend the entire weekend together, and the roommate and I could swap back on Sunday night before I left.

The weekend was amazing. Somehow being with her while in her roommate’s body was even better than my own. The only problem? The roommate never showed with my body to swap back on Sunday!

He Turned into Her

That's My Purse! I Don't Know You!

Most things Derek had gotten used to after the Great Shift caused him to swap bodies with a woman -- except for carrying a purse. He was so used to always having his keys in the pockets of his pants that he found himself locked out so often simply because he left his purse behind.

This had to be the third time he locked his keys in the car this week!

Then he reached down for his phone to call a locksmith, but he once again realized he had no pockets and the phone was in his purse -- the purse locked in the car.

He banged on the window for several minutes not knowing quite what to do this time. A man came around offering to help, sliding a thin piece of metal into the door, allowing Derek to gain access to his purse.

Derek thought about thanking the man, but decided the best thanks was simply not to say anything as the man continued to slide the metal into the doors of several other cars.