The Bottle

Peter wondered how long he had been stuck in that bottle? A week? A year? A decade? He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like forever. He had discovered it on the beach and found himself sucked inside. He was aware he was stuck, but he couldn’t really move. It was like being stuck in that moment between being awake and being asleep. Still, as he sat stuck in the bottle, some knowledge filled his head. There had been a person trapped in here before him. That person now had his body; freed when Peter had found the bottle. Peter would now be stuck until someone else stumbled upon the bottle. The person before him wasn’t the first; this bottle had existed for centuries. The only thing he could do to pass the time was think about all this until one day a full range of sensations bounced back to him. He could feel the warm sun beating down on his skin. He smiled as he looked down to see the bottle. He didn’t even care about the body he had now; he was just glad to be free. Of course, once he take notice of his new body, he realized it was going to be a lot to get used to. He had apparently swapped into the body of a woman, something he hadn’t expected as he passed the time thinking. He tried to just focus on the fact that he was now free and ignore how strange it felt for him to now be female.