Jeremy couldn’t swerve out of the way fast enough. When the Great Shift struck, he found himself in the body of a woman behind the wheel of a car. It wasn’t just any body he hit; it was the one that had been his own until just a few seconds ago. He got out of the car to survey the damage. He couldn’t seem to help the feminine sway of his new body; it was hard for him to ignore it. And then there was his old body. There was no way he was going to be able to save it; even if an ambulance came immediately, which didn’t seem very likely amidst the chaos of the Shift. He wondered how much trouble he’d get in. Considering the massive number of accidents nearby, he couldn’t imagine it would be too bad. Plus, how could he even be held responsible losing control as a result of being thrust into a new body?