Pockets

“So...it’s everyone? Like, EVERYONE everyone?” Oscar asked the woman now inside of his body.

“That was what the alert on your phone said,” Megan said pulling it out, “There are isolated incidents of a few people here or there not swapping bodies, but otherwise...well, the entire world is in the same boat as we are.”

“Jesus...” Oscar trailed off while moving his hands to parts of his body that felt very strange to him.

Megan frowned, “Please don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m used to something obviously being down there, you know? Or technically, something ELSE being down there. At least we’re the only ones here. I can’t imagine the chaos of all this in a place like downtown.”

“Oh, you should go get my phone from the locker room; my boyfriend is down there. He might be trying to get in touch with me.”

“Why didn’t you just stick it in your pocket and workout with it?”

“You have a LOT to learn about your new gender. Check out the pants your wearing; do you SEE any pockets?”