Changing Room (Part 2)

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Sophia searched several stores across the mall before she found herself not far from where she started. She decided to end her search for now and actually pick up some clothes for her new male body. As she brought the handfull of shirts and pants toward the changing rooms, she heard a soft, faint, feminine cry from another stall. She went over to knock timidly on the door.

“Go away!” A voice that was clearly hers on the other end whispered.

“No, you don’t understand; it’s me! I mean, it’s you!” She replied finding it difficult to escape the excitement that she found her body.

The door unlocked and Sophia entered. She saw her body in tears wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts that were much too big for her small frame. A pair of shoes were not far away, much too big for her original body’s small feet.

“It’s going to be okay,” Sophia tried to assure before adding, “What’s your name?”

“Dean,” He said looking up from his tears, “Oh, God, tell me you haven’t been running around in my body wearing THAT!?”

“Hey, they still fit, okay! And no one seemed to care,” Sophia retorted, “Besides, I was buying new stuff when I found you. Now we can just switch clothes and go somewhere to figure this out.”

Dean curled up in a ball and began crying again. He muttered “yoga pants” under his breath before finally collecting himself. “Fine. I know I can’t wear my own clothes. They literally fall off me while I’m in your body. So I guess hand over the sportsbra.”

Potions

Damien loved his girlfriend Lilith. The fact that she was a witch was an added bonus filled with odd and unique experiences. The time she made his cat speak was certainly entertaining! Flying on a broom on a brisk autumn night was exhilarating! And then there was the time she accidentally swapped their bodies.

While Damien was worried he’d be fired if he didn’t show up for work, Lilith assured him she’d go in his place. Meanwhile, swapping back would be easy, she told him to just go back to her place and drink the potion she left on her kitchen table.

It sounded simple enough, but when Damien arrived back at Lilith’s house, there were countless potions scattered across her kitchen table. Damien wasn’t allowed to have a phone at work, so he couldn’t call to ask. And if they didn’t swap back in time, the magic would be permanent. With few options in front of him, Damien realized he probably had no choice but to drink ALL the potions, even though he was sure some of them would have extremely bad magical consequences.

Can't Play Ball for Sh*t (Part 2)

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Albert (or “Al” as he liked to be called) returned home early from his date wondering just what had gone wrong. People at the restaurant had stared at him from the moment he entered. When his date arrived and saw him, she shouted a few homophobic slurs before storming off. It had been like this ever since he saw a glimpse of that weird blue light a few days ago. For a moment, he had felt like everything was wrong, but the feeling passed so quickly. A similar feeling happened later in the day, but instead of feeling like everything was wrong, he felt like something was very right. In particular, it was his love of fashion: the dresses, the high heels, the jewelry. He loved dressing girlie and showing off his styles!

It became clearer and clearer as the days passed that others didn’t share his enthusiasm, and that societal pressure was getting to him. He didn’t want to tone it down or dress more manly. His fashion sense was the one thing he was absolutely sure about himself! And that brought back memories of the glimpse and the feeling of everything being wrong. What if everything else WAS wrong? What if this wasn’t his body? Or his life? What if he wasn’t Albert at all?

Another name flashed in his head and he quickly jotted it down. “Al...lison.” Allison. It seemed so wild. A woman? Seriously? Al wanted to laugh it off completely, and yet he looked down at his clothes. He knew they were right; he knew it must be true. But how?

The Joys of Science

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After 18 long years of being made fun of by the kids in his neighborhood and 12 years of being teased at school, Julian was finally preparing his revenge. He had spent a few months crafting the compound in his basement. Anyone who drank it would spontaneously change genders. The bully jocks would become women, and the snobby cheerleaders would be men; they both would hate it!

He had already tried the liquid he created on himself, transforming his dorky male self into his female equivalent. This would help with the next part of his plan. As Julian, he’d be harassed and ousted the minute he set foot at prom, but as Julia? No one would even recognize him! He could slip his mixture into the punch, and the delayed effects would surely mean most of the senior class would consume it before anyone realized what would happen to them! He smiled thinking about how they would react!

Now he just needed to make enough for everyone. He calculations needed to be perfect. If he didn’t make enough, it would be too diluted to work. Too much and it would turn the punch bitter and undrinkable. Such was the joys of science!

New Monster

In the event of Victor’s death, Ygor was to follow a set of explicit instructions to revive his master. First he was to remove Victor’s brain and place it in statis. Next, he was to find a new body to place the brain in. Finally, he had to connect the brain to the new body, patch it up, and flip the switch.

Ygor had quite a difficult time with the body he had found. It’s head was so small and Victor’s brain was so large. He was squishing and pushing to try to get it to fit. He should’ve known better; at one time he probably did. Ygor had been a brilliant doctor in his own right before joining with Victor in his work. Despite all his own achievements, Victor was a petty and jealous man. Utilizing his research, he had turned Ygor into a mindless lab assistant, only able to follow his orders and not think for himself. This strict adherence to the rules was causing Ygor to continue to mush Victor’s brain into this new body before it finally popped into place. The connections and cosmetic patching were easy after that.

Ygor hit the switch and Victor awakened, alive once more. But with the damage done to his brain, his mind was mangled and he was much more id than ego at this point. He looked down at his new body, not remembering what his old body was like and not able to realize how truly different this female body was from his former male one. He looked at Ygor and his id soared. Who was this man before him? It didn’t matter; it was a man, and Victor yearned for it. And as Victor instructed, Ygor had to obey. And what Victor instructed was nonstop fulfillment of his id passion from the silver fox before him.

Mirrors

The carnival’s Fun House had been anything but fun for Carl as he walked out through walls of mirrors that no longer distorted or twisted the reflection of what was now his new body.

The Fun House had started enjoyable enough as Carl and his girlfriend enjoyed the silly slides to go down and inflatable floors to bounce on; it brought back memories of their childhoods.

At the end was the Hall of Mirrors, the type where you’d look in and appear tall or fat or however else they could distort the way you looked by bending the mirror.

One mirror was alone at the end of a long hallway labeled “Your Deepest Desire.” Carl rolled his eyes when he got close enough to see a blonde woman in the mirror mimicking his movements. He chuckled, assuming it was some sort of digital trick tracking his movements, and he turned back to the main room. But despite each step he took, he never seemed to get any closer to leaving and the mirror with the woman stayed the same distance behind him. Somehow he knew that going back the way he came was no longer an option, and instead he walked through the mirror.

He found himself returned to the main hall where his girlfriend was laughing how she appeared in various mirrors. She grabbed the arm of another man and kissed him. Carl was ready to be furious, but even in the distorted mirrors he could see that he had changed. He wasn’t the man he had been just moments ago; he had been transformed into the woman from the mirror. That wasn’t his girlfriend anymore. He had a new body; he had a new life -- the entire world was different as a result. As he walked out, all he could think about was just who he was now; he didn’t have a lot to go on...

Change My Life

The old man at the magic shop told me he was giving me one wish to change my life. I thought he was being metaphorical. I was about to say something a wish out loud; he stopped me and said something about waiting for the time to be right. Out of his appreciation for his general kindness, I bought a few small brain teaser puzzles.

I hadn’t thought much about his words the rest of the day until late that night. I ended up watching random K-Pop videos while trying out some of the puzzles I had bought. It didn’t take long for me to feel bad about myself for being the guy of loser guy who was home on a Friday night watching videos and doing puzzles. I looked at one of the women in the video that was on, making a comment aloud about how much fun that sort of life must be. The next thing I remeber was getting instantly tired.

I woke up the next morning to an alarm -- quite odd for a Saturday for me -- but even odder was th bustle of people around. Someone threw some clothes at me and told me to get ready. The clothes were obviously feminine, and I was about to object when I noticed my body was the same. I was in someone else’s body; living someone else’s life! The day was a whirlwind filled with photo shoots, exercise to keep me in shape, interviews, and so much more. I barely got to look in the mirror, but I recognized my face from one of the videos the night before. I had made a wish, and it came true! My mind then went to the old man and the magic shop. I needed to go back there, but I was barely getting a moment’s peace. Plus, I wasn’t in my own zip code -- or even my own country -- anymore. As you might imagine, K-Pop stars spend a lot of time in Korea.

It was weeks before I had a moment of free time to myself and even longer before I was able to take a plane back home to visit the magic shop. By the time I did, the store seemed closed for good with an eviction notice on the door. For a moment, I fretted about being stuck in this chaoic life of a popstar, but what about the old man? He lost his shop, which was likely his livelihood. Sure, I had some clout with the body I was currently in, possibly even a little cash; I wondered if there was some way I could help him out. It sure seemed like that would be a better use of my present celebrity than whatever my agents and managers told me to do next...

Recreated

When Jack lost his wife Kelly to cancer, it hit him pretty hard. He spent a lot of time going through old videos, writings, voicemails, and whatever else he could find to construct an AI model on his computer based on her personality. Communicating via text was fairly convincing; building an interactive voice model was extremely convincing; he decided there was only one final step.

The android was a nearly perfect copy of Kelly, an he had downloaded the AI he had created into it. His past few attempts had been too robotic and not particularly convincing, but this time he was sure he got it right. He gave the robot a kiss before turning it on.

It blinked a few times before focusing on Jack. There was a sense of recognition in its eyes that told him this attempt was already more successful.

“I love you,” Jack said, lost in the moment.

The robot scoffed with a look of disgust, “What? Dude! Come on, that’s gay.”

“Kelly?”

“Do I look like your wife? No, it’s me, your brother, Ted.”

“Actually...”

While his brother had been in a few clips, Jack had expected it to be an inconsequential piece of the data. Yet this iteration had made taken Ted’s persona on almost wholly. As Jack looked over the data, the android looked on -- able to process it much more quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking, Jack,” The android who looked like Kelly but thought of himself as Ted warned, “But do not even THINK about turning me off. You’ve made me advanced enough that I’m a living thing!”

“But you look like Kelly! And Ted already exists in the world!”

“Then I’ll pretend to be someone else! I’d rather exist as a lie than not at all!”

Rerun (Part 3)

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Jenn breathed a sigh of relief as the flash of light and static once again overtook her vision, knowing she would be leaving this show before being shot. She was a little less relieved to be face-to-face with a monster that seemed to be growing. It went from being just a little taller than her to toweing over the city’s skyscrapers.

As she looked at Nick, and Nick looked at her, they both knew exactly which show this was.

“I have no interest in getting my ass handed to me by some monster. Maybe we can just sit this one out until the channel gets changed again?” Jenn suggested.

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Nick said.

And so the pair just sat in the park and waited as the monster destroyed the city.

“At least I’m a woman this time,” Jenn mused as another building was knocked down.

“I seemed to be cursed to ALWAYS be a woman,” Nick sighed as the monster breathed fire down a crowded street.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

Icing (Part 2)

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With almost everyone swapped into the wrong body, the library was mostly empty. However, Sebastian decided it was the best place to find answers. He walked across campus still wearing the tight speedskating outfit and no shoes on his feet and began to look for the any sorts of books that might help him.

It wouldn’t have many answers, because nothing like this has ever happened before. A mass body swapping event? It still seemed crazy, and yet the form fitting outfit he now wore encasing a very different body than his own was evidence that it had just happened.

He had a lot of research ahead of him, and a lot of work to do. And as he heard the angry commotion start to get louder outside the library, he knew getting people back into their own bodies couldn’t happen fast enough...IF he could find a way to get people back to their own bodies.

Cold Enough

The air in New York City was cold enough that morning to see one’s breath, but Dylan was seeing something much more surprising. His hands had long manicured nails and were encased in pink fingerless mittens. It was a woman’s hand. He reached the other hand toward his chest, very much expecting to find a breast hanging there. However, the puffer coat was much too thick to feel anything, though style and color of the puffer coat itself was very much confirming his fear that he was now in a woman’s body. It was further confirmed by the long blonde hair that cascaded down the front of the coat.

Despite all this, it was still frigid outside! Dylan decided if he wanted to figure out more about what had happened to him, he should head inside to some place warm. Maybe he could find some answers or some reason as to how this happened to him!

Lucky

Jason had to consider himself pretty lucky with the Great Shift. For starters, the body he ended up with: Amber Lee. She was the “It Girl” of 2024; Amber was a singer, an actress, and a model. She was probably the biggest celebrity on the planet and envied by all, even a cisgender male like Jason. To end up in her body was to literally be the luckiest person in the world.

But Jason’s luck did end there. As it turned out at the time of the Shift, Amber was on a private plane. There were no shortage of horror stories about crashes and tragedy from planes falling out of the sky that day. But the pilot on Amber’s plane was one of the few who weren’t shifted at all. And while most people who kept their own body were considered pretty lucky on that day, Jason was absolutely sure he was even luckier.

Mourning

Gabriel placed flowers by the plain white cross that stood on the side of the road. He often came here to do this; it was never easy for him. After all, it was the spot where he had died.

He was walking back to the university campus along the side of the road that night when the driver of an SUV swerved and hit him. The moment of impact was an agonizing pain he would never forget, but the pain ended almost immediately as he soon found himself behind the wheel of a car in a comfortable heated seat.

He wondered if it was just sheer luck at first; perhaps he had crashed through the windshield and conveniently landed in this positions unharmed after the SUV plowed into him and landed in a ditch. But as he looked at the rear view mirrors, he saw a reflection that wasn’t his own. By some inexplicable means, he had swapped bodies with the driver when she hit him. Despite being shaken by the accident and the swap, he searched for the woman’s purse to find her phone and dial 9-1-1.

His voice was unnervingly feminine as he talked and he closely examined his now middle aged facial features move in the mirror as he spoke. When the ambulance arrived, Gabriel’s body was pronounced dead on the scene. The investigations began that night.

The fault for the accident was ultimately blamed on a manufacturing defect with the vehicle. Gabriel often wanted to tell his parents about what happened, but throughout the investigation they wouldn’t even look at him. He couldn’t blame them. He now had the face of the person who they thought killed their son. Trying to tell them the truth would likely only make them angrier and sadder.

And as tough as that was, it was harder for him to try to fit into the life of the body he now had, Olivia’s life. She was a middle aged mom with a loving husband and two beautiful daughters. He knew he was distant to all of them at first; they all believed it was due to trauma from accident. In a way, that was true, but certainly not in the way they suspected. And yet over time, Gabriel learned to love and appreciate his new life...

Stand-Up

The co-workers had all signed into their computers for their daily check-in when the video conferencing software begin to flash with a strange series of bright pulses. Some looked away, but it didn’t matter; within seconds the pulses stopped but it had affected each member of the team.

Being the group’s Project Manager, Graham spoke up first while still feeling disoriented and still trying to process what had happened. “Is everyone alright?” He asked. As he did so, he noted that his own image on the screen seemed not to move. “Are we frozen?” He asked before realizing Hiromi’s lips moving. He then looked down, noticing her image on screen doing the same. He was wearing Hiromi’s shirt. No, he was in Hiromi’s body!

Hiromi was the lead developer on the project. She worked remotely and spoke very little, often in broken English when she did; but she was still damn good at her job. Given her lead status, she was quite a bit older than Graham, and the only woman on the team -- both of which, he was tring to grapple with now that he was in her body.

“Not frozen, but why you in my body?” The voice speaking was Tyler, the project’s designer, but clearly speaking with Hiromi’s broken English.

“I think we’ve ALL swapped bodies,” Graham suggested, “So let’s figure out who’s who. I’m Graham...”

Go Shorty

James was a pretty tall guy, close to seven feet tall, in fact. He was used to things being fairly easy to reach. This often put him in conflict with his wife, Lucy, who stood at just over five feet. She asked him to not place things on the high shelves in the kitchen, as they would be out of reach for her. He would justify it, saying it would be wasted space otherwise.

When they ended up swapping bodies in the Great Shift, James was forced to have a whole new perspective on the matter. For the most part, he didn’t mind being in his wife’s body. He was fine wearing her clothes and dealing with being a woman, but her height was hard to adjust to. Having to look up at his former body was certainly a weird experience. And then there were those shelves in the kitchen. He looked up at some of the things he had placed up there just a few weeks ago, and now they were completely out of reach. He thought about asking Lucy for help, but he knew he’d be met with “I told you so” for days.

He first tried to reach by putting on Lucy’d highest heels. They were not only difficult to walk in, but they really didn’t help all that much. He’d probably need to get a stool or a step ladder or something. He just hoped his wife didn’t see him struggle like this.

The Fog (Part 3)

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It’s been six months since we encountered the fog that turned us into women; we never reverted back to normal. The day after it happened, we got the car fixed and got back to campus. We told only a few close friends who helped us hack a few records at the college, so we could continue relatively seamlessly. Mack picked the name Mackenzie; I chose Ming. Mackenzie tried to give me grief because Ming was nothing like my original male name; I told her I didn’t care.

And, as we discussed, we decided to start a relationship. I think we were the talk of campus for about a week. It wasn’t because we were lesbians (there were plenty of those on campus), but because we were a lesbian couple that seemingly came out of nowhere. Technically, we did, but it easy to explain that we were simply insivible nobodies before and were able to go back to that sort of status soon enough.

Every once and a while, we’d take the car out to where we first transformed. We never encountered the pink fog ever again, not that we ever wanted to.

Orientation

The experience was overwhelming for Charles. He had put on the body swapping helmet, as instructed. When it activated, it seemed almost instaneous. He was in a similar, but not identical, room. He was clearly in someone else’s body. Soon enough, one of the scientists entered the room.

“How do you feel?” The scientist asked.

“I knew I signed up to swap bodies,” Charles admitted, “But I had no idea you all would swap with me a woman?”

“And how do you feel? Are you disoriented? Any sense of confusion? Blurry vision? Any other problems?”

“I feel surprisingly...normal. Despite the fact that I’m obviously a woman and my body must have all sorts of different proportions, I’m not having any difficulty. I’m just wondering when I can get back to my own body.”

“We need to run a few tests, of course. And following safety procedures for the next swap, we anticipate we’ll have you back in a few months.”

“MONTHS!?”

Followed on Facebook

Spencer had a crush on Darren since college, though obviously he never said anything. After all, Spencer was gay and closeted; Darren was undoubtably straight. They were good friends at the time, though after they only stayed in touch by following each other on Facebook.

The crush never went away despite the passing of the years, with Spencer often checking Darren’s Facebook page for new photos and updates. He certainly noted when Darren’s status changed to “In a relationship” and photos of a woman began appearing on his feed. When the status eventually changed to “Married,” Spencer was devistated.

A bit more time passed when Spencer was on the train coming home from work. He recognized a woman a few seats down as Darren’s wife. His heart filled with jealousy. He did his best not to stare, but she seemed preoccupied with something, so she probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway. And it was in the moment he watched her step off the train, something odd happened. He was now standing with the doors closing behind him. He had long blonde hair and was wearing heels. His jealousy must’ve have exploded into something that caused him to swap bodies with Darren’s wife!

The jealousy turned into excitement as he looked through her phone along with memories of Darren’s Facebook photos that he has studied in an attempt to figure out pieces of her life. He figured out her car, where she and Darren lived, and her name -- Martha. Arriving at the beautiful suburban home, she greeted Darren with a kiss.

Over the next few days, Spencer was in heaven. Darren commented how pleasant she had become recently; Spencer explained how much he was truly appreciating everything he had; they made love frequently.

After a few months, Spencer had something very important to tell Darren: he was pregnant! Darren couldn’t have been happier, yet he had no idea that inside his wife’s body was actually his former gay friend.

We'll Never Be Royals

Rumors spread across the medieval land about why everyone in the kingdom had swapped bodies. The most common theory floated around about a curse enacted by a wizard, but no one really knew for sure.

Richard had lucked out in the swapping. He had gone from being a serf toiling in the fields to being Queen! He suspected people knew he wasn’t really her; after all, there was no reason to think royalty would be immune from what happened. And yet no one dared to question the body he was in nor the crown that sat atop his head.

He intially tried to be a kinder and more benevolent ruler, but it didn’t take long for the old ways to return. In fact, after a few years, peasants spoke about how the Queen was crueler than ever.

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Randomizer Ray

“Do you want to return the Randomizer Ray?” Taylor asked the person standing before him, “The policy was clear when you bought it. We don’t take returns.”

“I don’t need to return it. I need to fix it!” Nick explained, “I want my body back! I didn’t meant to zap myself with it!”

“It’s a Randomizer Ray, not a Reversal Ray! I can tell by the colorization that this one mostly randomizes things related to gender, but it IS completely random. You could zap yourself with it and turn yourself gay, or you might change genders, or become asexual; I’ve even heard it can cause a body swap if two people are close enough. Really, anything remotely related to sex or gender can happen when you get hit by that thing.”

“I know! It was funny when I used it on other people, but I accidentally turned myself into a woman! I want to be me!”

“On other people? I’m not sure that’s ethical, but to solve your problem? Well, you can try to keep zapping yourself, but the odds are astronomically small you’d ever get anything even close to being yourself again. Gender has a LOT of variables.”

“Maybe you can fix it if I zap you!” Nick threatened Taylor, hoping for a different answer.

“Go ahead. You think that would be my first time getting hit by a Randomizer Ray? I used to be a woman named Taylor, now I’m a guy named Taylor. You just move on...”

You Bet Your Life

When Joseph read they were rebooting the game show “You Bet Your Life,” he didn’t think the title was literal. He was seleced to be a contestant, he was excited. He prepared by studying a vast amount of trivia, but still ended up losing it all. When he was told “it wasn’t over,” he actually got excited. Was there a bonus? Or a second chance?

The host laughed at Joseph’s question. No. Joseph certainly lost, but someone still had to win! The host began to explain that anyone could now win Joseph’s life; all they had to do was claim it. Whatever process that entained seemed to be filmed in another studio, as everyone just seemed to stand around for a while until a producer gave a nod.

Then the host bounced back into action with a grin. “We have a winner! Let’s give a round of applause for Rhonda Blake!” The host then turned to Joseph, “Say goodbye to your life, Joseph!”

In an instant Joseph felt sick, and in the next minute he noticed painted red nails on the tips of his fingers. He didn’t even have time to process exactly what was happening to him as the host explained, “Rhonda has won Joseph’s life in the suburbs with a beautiful house, a wife, two kids, and a good paying job. Don’t worry. Joseph is not leaving empty handed. Now that he’s in Rhonda’s body, he’ll experience her life filled with clinical depression, the rude advances of her co-workers, and a staggering amount of debt. Join us next time on ‘You Bet Your Life,’ where we take the title of this show quite literally.”

Retro Gamer (Part 3)

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After what felt like several months (if not years) of being stuck inside the game, Alan was feeling resigned to the fact that this was now his life. And yet, one day he couldn’t help but notice he was steadily progressing, getting further and further, and finally seeing parts of the game he had never seen before. Boss fights became more challenging until suddenly he could just feel it was all over. He had done it; he had won.

It ended with a flash of light, and he found himself on the floor in someone’s living room in front of a large screen television. A guy was sitting on the couch holding a controller looking completely dumfounded. Alan was sure he expression was equally confused. But as Alan started to stand up, he felt something was wrong.

He had escaped the video game and returned to the real world, sure. But he hadn’t been returned to his own body. He looked at the delicate hands and cute dress he wore, and he realized he was a real life version of the character in the game he had been. He wanted to say “thank you,” but instead he was in a state of shock. He was an entirely new person, and (it seemed) the pixelated character now inside the game seemed to look a lot like him...

Bullied

Evan wondered how it was possible he still had a bully? He was 18 years old and a senior in high school, and yet every day he still lived in fear of Chuck Watkins. But he put his genius mind to work and thought he found a solution: a device that could swap the traits of any two people. Evan used it to swap bodies with Esther Lee, a nerdy wallflower of a student who no one ever notice.

As it turned out, Chuck liked to bully her just as much as he liked to bully Evan, except that it also came with a side of revolting innuendo.

Realizing he had nowhere to hie, Evan decided to use the trait swapper on Chuck the next day, switching his personality with the nicest teacher in school, Mrs. Torcado. This proved to be an even bigger mistake.

“Hey, Loser,” Mrs. Torcado said as she approached Evan as he sat down for class, “Where’s your stupid homework?”

“It’s right here,” Evan said pulling it out of his bag and putting it in front of him.”

Mrs. Torcado immediately tore it up, “Aw, I don’t see any goddamn homework. I guess you’re gonna have to stay after school. Say what? Maybe meet me behind th dumpster during lunch and we can work something out, eh? Be prepared to bring your goddamn safety scissors, if you catch my drift, you pillow princess!”

Divorced

George’s wife had been a bit of a nag as long as he could remember. Alice was a little annoying, but she had been tolerable for the most part. Besides, for the most part he thought it made him a better husband and even a better man. After all, he should do things like clean up after himself; he just would need a little nudge in the right direction.

But the dynamic changed after the Great Shift. George found himself in Alice’s body, and her nagging went through the roof. Now it wasn’t just little things to improve himself; it was about how he should dress, every bite of food that he ate, and not a single moment of peace.

After a few weeks, George broke. He decided he couldn’t take it anymore and brought home divorce papers. Within another week, he had set himself up in an apartment with the ultimate bachelor pad -- well, bachelorette pad, he guessed, technically.

As he sat down to watch the game with a bowl of Cheetos and a glass of beer, he paused to appreciate the quiet. No one was yelling at him about calories or that he was wearing the wrong jeans. He could just enjoy himself, enjoy the game, and enjoy his new life.

Like a N00b

Brian probably could’ve handled swapping bodies with most women. Maybe his friend, Abby; she was cool. Or his sophomore dormmate’s girlfriend, Frankie. But, no, he had to swap bodies with his lame older sister, Brianna.

She was one of those women really into girly things like fashion and shopping. And she was a helpless klutz who just wanted some guy to marry her and “take care of her” now that she was out of college.

On Brian’s first attempt to ride his skateboard while in her body, he felt like a noob. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was unfamiliar with her body; if it was the fact that her clothes were just conducive to it; or if it was just her klutzy nature coming through. It didn’t matter. He wanted nothing more than to be himself again.

Lightning Crashes (Part 2)

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Knowing I could find my body again easily enough gave me little comfort. It was just hard to accept that I was no longer in my own body. Sure, I was also a woman -- and that was going to take some getting used to in and of itself -- but being an entirely different person was tough to wrap my head around, regardless of gender.

And I supposed it didn’t help that she was leaving me to learn every aspect of this new body on my own. I didn’t even know what my name was now. It took me quite a while to find an ID and a keycard stuffed into her bra. But I supposed going to her apartment would be a good place to start, or at least change out of this skirt.

As the rain cleared, I checked the address and saw “BMST” as the apartment number -- the fact that she lived in a crappy basement apartment wasn’t a good sign. I found myself hoping that her place hadn’t flooded during the storm.

Download

Getting the app onto Thad’s phone was a challenge. But Winston had done it, and now he just needed to wait until Thad opened the app. Once he did, Winston would get a notification, then the app would begin transferring their brains. Winston would go from being a scrawny, weak nerd to being the muscular, handsome Thad. Of course, Thad would be stuck in Winston’s body as well.

Winston barely slept the next few days waiting for the notification to come through. When it finally did, he hit “Confirm” in an instant, and the transference began.

Winston’s eyes began red and he froze as the contents of his brain began to be transmitted through the phone. His vision blurred and when could finally move again, he was in what he assumed was Thad’s apartment.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He heard a male voice ask.

It took a moment for Winston to realize the voice was talking to him. “Babe?” He finally in a pitch that seemed much too high.

“What are you doing with my phone?” Winston turned around to see Thad standing behind him. Then he looked at the phone or more specifically the hands holding it. They were soft and feminine with well-manicured nails. He wasn’t in Thad’s body; he was in the body of Thad’s girlfriend! She must have seen the strange app and gotten suspicious.

“I was just wondering what this app was,” Winston lied, “I was worried that it was a dating app and that you were cheating on me.”

“I honestly have no idea what that is or how it got on there,” Thad replied before taking the phone back and deleting the app for good.

Literally Whenever We Want

Katie pressed the button on the device several times, worried that the body swapping device no longer seemed to be working. She felt a sense of relief when her body walked around from the other side of the lab.

“Thank goodness, Rowan,” She sighed, “But I thought we were just going to do a quick test and then swap right back. Why did you take your helmet off?”

“Because it worked!” Rowan said with a huge smile, “That’s such a huge accomplishment! We should celebrate!”

“Sure, but maybe we should return to our own bodies before we celebrate?”

“Oh, come on! It could be fun! Let’s go out to dinner like this or something! This is literally a breakthrough and the first time anyone has experienced being in someone else’s body; we should explore it a little longer. When will we get the chance to do this again?”

“Literally whenever we want. We just built a device that can swap people’s bodies. And seriously, Rowan, I want to swap back NOW.”

Much Worse

Sean thought he’d hate settling down in the suburbs with his wife, Heather, but he did see an immediate benefit. Plenty of hot moms seemed to jog around in his neighborhood. He’d often stare out the window or drive extra slow when passing one while driving his car. When Heather noticed this, she was bbviously quite displeased by his wandering eye. He promised to stop, which (in truth) meant that he was just going to try to be more subtle about it.

One day as he was about to pull into his driveway, he noticed probably the hottest woman yet jogging. She wore tight leggings that showed off a clearly pert and firm ass. He turned off his blinker and started following her around the block by driving extra slowly in order to keep that ass in view.

Then came the flash of light. Sean cursed at first, thinking his distraction had caused him to crash his car. But a moment later, things were fine. Or rather, things weren’t fine, but he wasn’t in a car crash wreck at least. In fact, he was on the sidewalk for some reason. Looking down he saw feminine feet in sneakers along with legs encased in tight yoga pants. The flatness of his crotch was unmistakable. It got worse. There was the out of shape stomach, the saggy breasts, the flabby arms, and the wrinkles that were forming. Ugh, if he had to be a woman, couldn’t he at least become one of the countless attractive ones?

The only clear next step was to get back home. He felt exhausted and winded as he ran. And he continued to pass hot women joggers as he ran (though many also complained about having recently swapped bodies), but Sean felt surprisingly very little when he looked at them. And then the rare male jogger passed with perfect abs and tight shorts that showed off what Sean realized was a large package. Sean found himself staring. But more than that, he felt a tingle in his loins; he was getting aroused! As bad as he thought this was, he realized it was actually much worse than what he thought!

A Few More Hours

“Come on, Gideon, it’s time to go to cheerleading practice,” Becky said.

“But I’ve only got a few more hours of work before I finish the calculations! Then I’ll know how we ended up switching bodies! This is important!”

“And cheerleading is important to me! It’ll be over if we wait ‘a few hours.’ Hell, we’ll be late if we wait a few more minutes. And it’s important I’m there, or at least that my body is. Besides, once you finish all this chalkboard stuff, how does that help us swap back to normal?”

“Well, we’d then need to construct some sort of device to apply them, or use them to figure out a naturally occurring phenomenon and be in the right place at the right time.

“All I’m hearing is that you still have a lot of work to do and a lot of work on top of that. So if the next phase gets put off for a bit while you attend my cheerleading practice, it’s not going to be that big a deal. But it is a big deal if my coach sees me skip. So, come on, let’s go.”

“Fine, but you know I’m still ill-prepared to do any of the routines. I may have your body, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have your skills.”

“Doing a bad job is better than not showing up. Trust me, I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer than I have to be either, but you NEED to do this.”

Changing Room (Part 1)

Sophia was glad she had worn her stretchy workout outfit when she went to the mall today. After all, she hadn’t expected to transform into this gorgeous hunk of a man. She wasn’t sure or why it happened, but she was sure anything else she could’ve worn would have burst at the seams! As it was, both the top and pants were incredibly tight on her new body, but they still covered all the important parts. Her feet no longer fit in her sandles, but she did her best to sort of fake it and drag them along even as her larger feet were coming off the backs of them.

She thought about buying other clothes to change into, but instead she wondered if someone else had transformed into her. There was no guarantee that anyone had -- or that if they had that they would be anywhere in the near vicinity. But she figured she should at least check; a change of clothes could be a secondary concern.

Only Fans

Once he found the Medallion of Zulu, Jonas thought he had the perfect money making scheme. He’d use the medallion to transform himself into a woman once a week, shoot a few OnlyFans videos, and then post them to start raking in the cash.

It didn’t go so well.

First and foremost, attracting subscribers was hard. He barely had any hits. There was also a near constant demand for new content; his plan to use the medallion once a week likely wasn’t going to be enough. The money wasn’t as good as he expected either. People teased more by demanding he wear less.

As a result, Jonas was spending almost all his time transformed into a woman dancing in front of the laptop screen for twenty hours a day wearing little more than a bikini. It was tiresome and exhausting, and he barely scraped by. It was still better than his old day job.

Can't Play Ball for Sh*t (Part 1)

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The petite Asian woman was a little over five feet tall walking up to Tyler and Leroy, who were both probably more than a foot taller than her. She challenged them to a bet that she could beat them both on the court, two against one, and held up $500. They thought it would be the easiest cash they ever made; they were shocked when the small woman seemingly defied gravity to dunk on them and completely pwn the game.

The men were gracious in defeat, handing over the bet but still very curious. “It’s like that movie ‘White Men Can’t Jump,’” Tyler explained, “Except I think our expectation was like ‘Short Asian Ladies Can’t Play Ball for Sh*t.’ Who the hell are you? How the hell did you do all that?”

“Al, short for Allison,” Allison said, “It used to be Albert, I think.”

“Are you trans or something?” Leroy asked, “That still doesn’t explain it.”

“No, that would be normal!” Allison explained, “But I’m not sure you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“After what we just saw, I think we’ll believe anything.”

“There was this weird blue light in the city yesterday. It changed people by swapping traits...it changed people in ways you couldn’t imagine. Fat people got skinny; skinny people got fat; people swapped genders. The weird part was that no one seemed to notice; no one except for me. It swapped me completely into Allison’s body, and I followed it around watching the chaos it caused. But it eventually noticed me. It somehow sensed how unhappy I was about being in her body; somehow I knew this as well. And so while it didn’t give me my body back, it did give me back my basketball skills while taking something for the original Allison as well. And this light was like magic, so my skills are like what my O.G. body could do, no matter what I look like now.”

“So what were you like before?”

“I have no idea. Once it gifted me my skills back, I couldn’t see it anymore. I couldn’t see other people’s changes anymore either. But I still remember that the changes happened. Essentially, it’s like I’ve always been Allison even though I know I haven’t. Every now and again, a little piece or memory pops in, but it’s usually fleeting. I literally have no way of knowing.”

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I Can't Find My Glasses

The flash of light was like a shockwave that briefly knocked out the power, pausing the blaring music playing at the off-campus party. Owen was worried his sight was damaged permanently as everything still seemed to be blurry. He was on the ground with many others. As they stood up, he could feel his body being pushed one way or another. Meanwhile, he was a little too worried about standing up on his own with his vision still out of whack.

But as the screams started, his hands came upon a pair of glasses. Almost by instinct, he wore them. As the world came into focus, he figured out why everyone was screaming. Everyone was int he wrong body. There was no way to figure this out by looking around at everyone else, but instead by looking at himself. He recognized the outfit he wore and the general shape of his now feminine body. He was the body of that nerdy chick in his Friday morning Statistics class! What was she even doing at a party like this? It certainly didn’t seem like her scene! And now as a result of whatever happened, he had to be the one stuck in her geeky body?

Lunch

Sam was sitting down to eat lunch when a man approached and sat down at the same table. It was the third time in just as many days that this man had done this.

“Okay, seriously, what gives?” Sam demanded to know, “Two days ago, you bug me when I’m dining at Taco Bell. Yesterday, you gave me grief at Popeye’s. Now I’m sure you’re going to yell at me because I’m eating McDonald’s! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

The man sighed, “Because before the Great Shift, that was MY body. And I’m worried that you’re going to make me fat.”

Sam sighed. The Great Shift had been some time ago now, and when he couldn’t locate the person who had originally had his current body, he thought he never would. And yet here she was now in front of him at McDonald’s. While his mind swirled with questions of curiosity, his anger about being told what to do with what he had come to feel was now his body won out.

“I’ve been doing just fine for the past year without your help,” Sam shot back, “You know, just about everyone else I knew had the person they swapped into help them adjust, but where were you? Nowhere! And then now, you think you can tell me what’s best for me? How to eat? Do I honestly LOOK like I’ve gained weight since this became my body? Because I haven’t gained a pound. And I’d like to tell you all your old clothes still fit. But I honestly have no clue, because you didn’t show up until just now. So whereas everyone else was borrowing from the person they swapped into, I just had to go off and buy stuff, which wasn’t easy with all the stores closed up. But everything I bought early on -- yeah, it still fits. I feel good about this body -- MY body -- and you just need to butt out of it, and go back to whevever you crawled out of.”

Miss Worldwide (Part 2)

View Part 1 of Miss Worldwide.

After being recognized as being in the body of a celebrity, it wasn’t long before Jason was noticed by an agent who spoke English found him. There was, of course, a lot of money in keeping this woman’s career going, and Jason soon found himself signing a contract worth a lot of money to do so.

And so he soon found himself at modeling at photo shoots, backstage at fashion shows, and even filming commercials and television shows. His agent helped him crossover into the English-speaking market -- obviously due to the fact that Jason spoke it perfectly. This only made him a bigger star back in Asia.

There was a condition to all; however. While it was obvious Jason was swapped into this body as a result of the Great Shift, he couldn’t mention the fact that he was a man. When asked about it in interviews, he simply changed the subject. Every once and a while, he’d drop a story about growing up as a girl just to make it convincing. Still, he knew he was living a lie, and he was always worried the truth would come out.

Charity Gala

Once I found my life stolen by the magic taxi and stuck in the body of that fat slob of a cab driver, I initially panicked. Reading the journal on the end table in the small studio apartment, I knew I would have to eventually steal a body as well. I started making plans. I targeted men around my own age and often looked for clues that they were better off than I had been in my original body.

He wore an expensive suit, but it was the Rolex on the wrist he flagged down the cab with that caught my eye. Except he wasn’t hailing the ride for himself, but it turned out he was an agent and I’d be driving his client to some fancy charity gala.

She sat silently in the back in her long red puffer coat. I could sense she was looking at me with a feeling of disgust. For some reason, it hurt. I mean, I could understand it; but it still hurt. Throughout the ride, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, which only increased the revulsion in her stare.

I had fully intended to drop her off and continue looking for someone that fit my plan. But as my cab pulled up, the cameras started swarming. As she got out, the red coat drifted off her shoulders to reveal it was part of an elaborate gown. But she hadn’t paid, and no matter how much I pushed my foot to the gas, the cab wouldn’t go. Being stiffed for payment wasn’t really mentioned in the journal. Other cars were honking wildly behind me with ushers urging me to move along. I felt pressured, like I had no other option, so I shouted out, “Have a nice day, Ma’am!”

And then it happened. I became her.

I quickly walked back over to the taxi, apologizing to the ushers. She didn’t have a wallet in this outfit, but she had been holding a phone. I scanned the QR code on the cab’s window and selected the option to pay with the largest tip possible. She was now the one inside the cab driver’s body, and instead of disgust in her eyes, there was fear and terror. But there was nothing either of us could do at this point as she drove off. Meanwhile, I made my way into the gala where the agent’s assistant met me, who apologized to me for not getting there in time to pay the cab driver. I brushed it off as he took my phone and lead me through a whirlwind of photos and red carpet interviews. I had to fake my way through it; I was never a pop culture guy; I had no idea who this celebrity even was!

Sisterly

Despite everything that happened in the past few years, Michael found it hard to do anything but smile as his ex-girlfriend Hai exchanged her vows with the man she was now marrying. If things had gone according to plan, he’d be the groom at this ceremony; but fate had other ideas.

Michael and Hai had been engaged; they had a venue and scheduled a date. They were discussing it all with Hai’s family on the day no one would forget; the day of the Great Shift. Hai was one of the lucky few who didn’t swap. She was confused as heck when she discovered her mom and dad were in each other’s bodies, but the worst moment was discovering Michael had swapped into the body of her younger sister, Ling.

Both Michael and Hai knew immediately that continuing a romantic relationshionship would be a nonstarter. If Michael had been any other woman, it would’ve been possible to be lesbians or something. But with Michael in Ling’s body, they were now literally blood relatives. It just felt wrong.

And yet they both knew they still loved each other. They remained close, and that love turned into a sisterly love. Even Hai’s parents treated Michael like another daughter (which was probably made easier for them considering he was in their daughter’s body). Eventually, Hai moved on to other relationships and met Lou. And she soon had a favor to ask of Michael; would he consider being a bridesmaid for her?

Michael did feel a fleeting sense of what he had lost, but it was diminished by the pure unbridled happiness he felt for Hai. He did have one condition for agreeing: no heels!

And so as he sat in the front row with the biggest smile of joy on his face, he began to consider his own life. Ling had just started to pursue a medical degree at the time of the Shift, which he was permitted to continue. He had recently started his residency, and looking forward to his career as a doctor. But a love life? He hadn’t even thought about it. He wasn’t even sure if he was still into women or if he should go after men. For now, he was just happy in the moment for his big sister.

Rerun (Part 2)

View Part 1 of Rerun.

Jenn seemed quite content to run through the events of the episode as she remembered them, and Nick couldn’t believe he was going along with it. Since the events of the episode took place over a couple of days, there was a lot of time that was basically off-script where Jenn and Nick could discuss what was happening. Jenn kept trying to stay in character, but Nick urged her to get serious. They did need to find a way out of the television, but neither had any idea how they got stuck inside it in the first place, let alone how to get out.

However, before they could even get through the episode, there was a flash. Nick swore he saw was looked like static. And suddenly the scene was very different. They were in a mansion, and Nick could feel he was still a woman, but the hair on his head and weight on his chest were both much heavier than before.

“What the hell?” Jenn screamed now inside the body of a man several decades older, “Who the hell is this?”

Nick recognized the man and took note of the outfit he was wearing. “I think someone must have changed the channel,” He guessed, “And we better hope they change it again.”

“Yeah, this character sucks. He’s old and gross.”

“No, that’s not why, Jenn. I know this show, and I know what episode it is by my outfit. If we don’t find a way out of this, you’re going to get shot. And you’re going to die.”

Icing (Part 1)

Part 2 will be available next month on the blog, but you can get it now by subscribing on DeviantArt (at "A Little Shift" level).

One moment Sebastian was in the chemistry lab and the next he was at the university’s ice rink with his ass falling down. Well, technically, the odd thing wasn’t HIS ass. In fact, nothing about this body was “HIS;” nothing about this body was even a “HE.” Sebastian was now inside the body of a woman from the school’s speed skating team. For starters, he felt a lot stronger. He could breathe better too; this body certainly didn’t have asthma like his did.

But none of this made any sense; people just don’t swap bodies. But he was a man of science, there had to be an explanation for it! The first thing he learned was that ice skating his difficult; he ripped off the skate and slowly started to walk across the slippery ice. As he did so, despite it still making no sense, he soon discovered he wasn’t the only person in the wrong body that had swapped bodies at the school.

Wiped Out on the Slopes

Shaun was skiing down the slopes when he suddenly lost his balance and began toppling down into the snow. It didn’t make sense. He was a pro; he hadn’t fallen down in over a decade. But as he began to recover and try to get back on his feet, he realized exactly why he lost his balance -- he had swapped into a very unfamilar body, and that body was a woman’s body!

It was difficult to stand; his balance was still off. Being a woman just had weight in all sorts of different places than he was used to. But he couldn’t just stay wiped out in the snow. Whereas moments ago, he was effortless cruising down the slopes, and now he was struggling to walk without falling down again.

Beautiful

When the Great Shift happened, Robert found himself in a beautiful woman’s body surrounded by many other beautiful women. It seemed that just about everyone else was in the wrong body as well. And yet no one seemed upset about it.

After about an hour, Robert started asking why.

“Look at all of us! Look in the mirror!” Another woman said to him, “What in the world is there to be upset about?”

And so Robert sat down and looked. She (or maybe he?) was right. He was probably better looking than any woman he had ever seen in real life. This had to be some sort of modeling gig, right? Maybe she was famous. He imagined this was going to be a pretty good life, or at least a fun one for a time?

Apology After Apology

Jimmy sat and listened as the scientists apologized and tried to explain the error. The teleportation experiment had gone horribly wrong; data was lost, and they were lucky to restore 80% of Jimmy’s memories.

Jimmy shrugged as slouched down at he sat. He couldn’t remember signing up for this experiment, and it was impossible for him to miss memories that he wasn’t able to remember. Another scientist apologized for the changes to Jimmy’s body.

Jimmy shrugged again. If there was something amiss with this body, he couldn’t figure it out. Of course, he was having trouble thinking what his body SHOULD be like, so no matter what his body was like now shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

The commotion and panic continued to surround Jimmy for several hours, but he kept a cool head. He had no reason not to. Sure, his Y chromosome was lost and replaced with a duplicate X; yes, that turned him into a woman. But without the memories of having once been a man, he didn’t see what everyone was so worked up about.

Roommates

“You need to get up off the couch, stop watching Netflix, and go outside at some point,” Phillip told his roommate.

“Why?” Theo replied.

“Because it’s been months since the Great Shift, and you need to get on with your life.”

“Easy for you to say! You ended up in the body of a super hottie! But, ugh, look at me! It’s hard enough being a woman now, but I wish I was at least mildly attractive!”

“Hardly! I mean, I get the body I swapped into was super skinny, but your body is perfectly fine! Attractive even! Like, if I was still a guy, I totally would hook up with you.”

“I feel like that’s just a variation on something attractive girls say to their dumpy friends.”

“Well, you’ll never find out if what I’m saying is true by just sitting there, so, come on, let’s go out!”

You'll Never Get Away with This!

“Goddammit, Jen! Could you put that thing away?” A frustrated Harrison said looking back at his own body, “Playing with that weird body swapping gun is what caused us to switch bodies in the first place, and then it broke! Now you said the store you bought it from was somewhere around here?”

“I lied.”

“What? Why would you?”

“Because I’m not Jen at all,” Harrison’s original body said, “My name is Lawrence. I used this body swap gun on your precious girlfriend, and then I used it on you. I put the safety lock on and pretended it was broken. Then I lured you here on the premise of ‘fixing’ it so I can use the other function on this thing.”

“What the hell did you do to Jen?”

“Technically, she’s in my body rotting away in a jail somewhere; though she doesn’t really think of herself as ‘Jen’ anymore. But if it makes you feel better, she‘ll basically exist again soon enough; that’s the fantastic other feature you’re about to know first hand. Once I zap you, you’ll forget who you really were, and you’ll only think of yourself as Jen with her personality and memories. For all intents and purposes, you’ll be her completely -- well, almost completely. You won’t have any memories of the body swapper, of course. And just because you will act like her and think like her, you’ll find that you’ll have a strange gap of knowledge and skills. You probably won’t remember how to do things she does just sort of automatically at this point, something like putting on makeup or picking out just the right outfit. And considering she was you’re girlfriend, I’m guessing you’re straight? You absolutely still will be. Looks like Jenny’s gonna be a lezzy.”

“You’ll never get away with this!”

“You won’t even remember what I’m trying to get away with...”

The Fog (Part 2)

View Part 1 of The Fog.

We only calmed down once the clerk banged on our door to tell us we were disturbing the other guests. We tried to be a little quieter after that. We each prodded our own bodies for a while out of sheer curiosity, and then we reached out for each other. I felt an exciting energy as I touched Mack’s body, and he did the same as we both pulled back instantly. Then we decided to get some sleep and deal with the car in the morning.

As I laid there, sleep wasn’t coming. There was too much on my mind. After a long time, I finally said aloud, “I may be a girl now, but I think I still LIKE girls. I’m a lesbian.”

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity before Mack finally spoke, “Me too.”

I suppose I took a long time when thinking of what to say next as well. Finally, I blurted out, “Should we do lesbian stuff together?”

“Maybe if we’re stuck like this?” Mack replied, “It’ll be awkward if we do that tonight, and we find ourselves back to normal tomorrow.”

“If we find ourselves back to normal tomorrow, I have a feeling we’ll have a very suspicious hotel clerk asking questions about two missing girls.”

“Exactly. We’ll have enough problems. No need to add more to think about...”