It was quite difficult for Dustin to process what happen when the Great Shift blinded him with a flash of light. He suddenly saw two manicured hands with skin much darker than his own grasping the steering wheel of a car. He could barely process how different they were from his own as he dodged chaotic traffic. His heeled feet weren’t quite hitting the pedals as he expected, and the bare legs beneath a short leather skirt were a distraction as well.
He didn’t avoid a crash, but his evasiveness made it much less worse than it could have been. He got out in one piece, and was finally able to assess his new body -- young, female, Black. The driver he hit didn’t even get out of their car. They just backup up, pulled around, and continued on. He could only assume they were swapped into a new body as well. Maybe they thought it was all a dream with no consequences; maybe they hated their new body and had a death wish; maybe they were just in a hurry to find their original body. Dustin wasn’t going to be so hasty.
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