Swapped Lives Matter

It seemed that just about every day in the news, there was a story about a young black man being shot by the police for no reason. It was always in the back of Jack’s mind each time he went out. He could tell the look on white people’s faces when they saw his tall stature, large frame, hip-hop style, and dark skin; they were afraid of him. It didn’t seem to matter how mild mannered he was; the preconceived notion was almost always there. He couldn’t imagine what might happen if he was in the wrong place late at night. It didn’t take much convincing to get him involved in demonstrations protesting police violence.

It was at one of these protests where something very strange happened. There was a bright light. Jack had assumed the police had shot some sort of flash grenade into the crowd, but it turned out to be something else, something very different. When the light dissipated, he was in a college dorm room. It got even weirder. Thnigs seemed slightly taller than what he was used to. He soon realized he was no longer 6 foot 4; he was now just a little over 5 feet. And he wasn’t 270 pounds anymore; he was probably closer to 100. And the weirdest part? He wasn’t a black man anymore; he was an Asian woman!

He rushed out of the dorm and back to his own home. He changed out of the dress she was wearing and into his own baggy clothes. Looking at himself in the mirror was a trip -- a small Asian woman dressed in his clothes! It was weird! He thought about heading back to the protest, but if he wasn’t the only one who swapped bodies, he was sure it would be quite chaotic at this point. He still want to support the cause, but he also doubted the police would ever give him any trouble with this body. But then again, being a woman did present a whole bunch of other things he had to be concerned about...