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.
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