No one was quite sure when the swapping storms first started. I think we all assume that when they first started, there was such chaos that recorded history got messed up for a time. In fact, the legend of the first swapping storm was that it was so large that it caused nearly everyone in the world to switch bodies with everyone else. People would say the electrical energy in the swapping storms was residual from that event, but no one really knows. You’d think there would still be some percentage of people alive from the earlier events -- you know, like someone who is lucky enough to swap into a younger body every time -- but apparently your brain starts turning to mush after too long, no matter how young your new body is.
The latest storm wasn’t my first -- I’d been in two three before -- but it was my first time swapping into a woman’s body. She was one of those women that wore all sorts of eccentric clothes; I wasn’t sure if I should be going to a party or a circus. And it also seemed I was the middle of Chinatown, or so I thought. As it turned out, this latest swapping storm was truly a rare one that struck two different parts of the globe at the same time. As a result, it was like the entire community swapped bodies. I could still speak English with everyone within a few block radius, but outside of that I couldn’t understand anyone. That being said, it’s not like these things surprised anyone anymore. We all knew what was going on. Everyone has passwords to sort of who they really were, and everyone had adapted to picking up a new body when these things happened. It was only weird for people like me, who now had to figure out the logistics of a new gender for the first time.
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