The Great Shift appeared as a flash of light and many found themselves swapped into new bodies. Wilson was one such person though his new body with its sparkling leotard and pink fur coat was far from his mind. In fact, all he could think about was his euphoria; he just felt so good. That is, until this body came crashing down from its high. Then Wilson just felt so terrible. He wondered why he had so enjoyed this body and his time right after the Shift. He had no idea about the drugs she had taken right beforehand; he just wanted to recreate that feeling. Surely, he’d feel that joy again? He’d love this body again, right? He hoped so. He couldn’t remember feeling anything better than the moment he first shifted.
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