Hot Day

Going down into the subway station on a hot day felt like walking into an oven. On an especially hot day like today, Anderson knew it would be particularly bad. He took a deep breath before descending the steps and began to feel woozy from the heat as he stepped down.

He guessed the heat must be really getting to his head, as he found himself standing at the platform without remembering walking over. When the train bellowed into the station, he expected it to blow refreshing air onto him, but instead he could feel sweaty clothes clinging to him that were blown by the air the subway pushed in.

Curiously, he was covered head-to-toe in a modest, conservative dress that seemed to be covering up a female body that was certainly not his own. He grabbed the dress, wanting to take at least something off, though he wasn’t exactly sure where to even start. He also thought about looking for his original body to try to figure out what happened. But when the train doors opened, he could feel the cool breeze from the air conditioned cars on his face. He knew the obvious choice was to step inside the train and enjoyed the cooled air within.