The Switcher was a new addition to the amusement park that arrived just in time for the start of the season. It was advertised to offer riders an intense experience that promised them that they’d never see rides from a completely different perspective. The advertisements weren’t wrong.
As an avid fan of thrill rides, Sawyer knew he had to check it out. Even as he tried to get there as early as possible on the first day it opened, the line still managed to be long. But he told himself the wait was worth it as he sat down in one of the ride’s pods. It started slowly, seemingly following a set circular path, but then it did a quick whip at a high speed. It was so fast and unexpected that it felt like his soul was ripped from his body. As the ride slowed down after the curve, he swore he saw himself sitting in a different pod across from him. But then it whipped again, but this time he realized the sense of his soul being ripped out wasn’t just a feeling -- as he could very clearly sense the fact that he was in the body of a buxom blonde woman. The ride kept whipping, and he kept swapping. He became a older man with a dad bob, a drunk college bro about to hurl, and several others. As he found himself in the body of a middle aged Asian woman, he expected another whip, but instead the ride began to slow down for good.
No! It couldn’t be over yet! It had been fun being a few different people for a few seconds, but it couldn’t possibly leave people in the wrong bodies in the end...could it? He didn’t want to be stuck like this! As he was escorted off, he demanded answers, but none of the operator said a word. But another rider getting on explained it all.
“Why do you think it’s so popular,” He said, “People keep riding until they get their bodies back, or at least end up with a body they feel like the can live with...”
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