Wingman

Evan and I went to the club on that Friday night hoping to pick up chicks. We pledged ourselves to be each other’s wingman. I know it sounds shady, but we both thought it was better to meet women in actual real life as opposed to on the internet. And we had rules to try to avoid being creepy guys -- no inappropriate touching, no cheesy pickup lines. Still, we never had much success, and it seemed like tonight was going to be no different.

We asked two women to dance. They could’ve politely declined or simply said no, but instead they laughed in our faces. We felt immediately humiliated, but fate ended up stepping in an odd way.

Within minutes of our rejection, the lights in the club flashed oddly. Suddenly, I found myself inside the body of one of the women we had just asked to dance. And sure enough, I figured out that Evan was in the body of the other one. I asked Evan to dance, and he looked longingly into my eyes. We kissed before getting to the dance floor

The women in our bodies were furious at this, but what could they do at this point? I got to enjoy a night with a beautiful woman by my side -- and Evan did the same (even if we technically were each other’s beautiful woman).

It was only much later that we’d learn about the Great Shift. How the swapping not only affected the people in the club, but all over. We also had to come with the grips with the fact that we were never going to return to our own bodies. Though considering Evan and I were now in a committed relationship going on several months, I think we were both fine with that.