Subway Ride

Devin wondered if he should say something. After the weird flash of light, he found himself sitting there in someone else’s body. However, he worried about being labled as a crazy person. If he started shouting about body swapping and how he was now a woman? Well, he could probably get away with it on the subway.

No one really cared on the subway. People would avert their eyes or try to ignore it. But maybe he wasn’t the only one? Maybe he should say something? There wouldn’t be any risk, right? Worst case scenario is that he’d just been seen as one of those weirdos on the subway. And yet he still say there staying quiet, not saying a word about the swap.

Remember

My consciousness had been trapped in the back of the robotic body for over a hundred years, I had somewhat forgotten what my original body had been like. I remembered uploading a copy of my mind into the bot as one of my final instructions to ChatGPT before I died along with the instructions on downloading me into a new, younger body. I thought I would be inside that metallic shell for a week; I didn’t expect it to be decades.

I think what I began to notice was that this new body was different. I barely recalled being human, but I knew I hadn’t been a woman. I suppose it really didn’t make a difference, particularly when it is so hard to remember.

The Body Swap App

No Encore

Jackson was breathing heavily and the outlandish outfit he had on was something he would never wear. He could hear a crowd cheering in this distance, but his world was upside-down. This wasn’t his body.

“They’re asking for an encore, Tanya,” He heard a voice say. It was obviously directed at him.

Tanya? The singer? From what he could see of the stage outfit and this body from a first person perspective, it seemed to check out. He was in the body of one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and he had no idea what to do about.

“Not tonight,” He said, “No encore. I can’t. I just...can’t.”

A woman in a skirt suit came rushing over and began to ask if everything was all right. Jackson didn’t even know where to begin how to answer that question.

One Pill Makes You...

All drugs at the pharmacy where detailed and tracked in the computers for obvious reasons, so the stray bottle that Alvin found was worrisome. There was nothing about it in the internal system, and even looking it up on the internet didn’t yield any clear results. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him.

He should’ve known better. Technically, he did know better. Taking a mysterious random drug was a bad idea, yet that’s exactly what he did. It was a single pill, and the change was instant -- transforming his body into a woman’s.

That certainly didn’t make any sense. He knew a good number of trans patients that picked up drugs and would give everything for this sort of miracle treatment. But instead of thinking too much about the good the medicine in the bottle could do in the world, his thoughts quickly turned to ask himself: What would happen if I took a second pill?