Sunday, April 5, 2015
Calvin knew he didn’t deserve a second chance, but as he was about to be executed for his crimes, he still held out hope a call from the governor would save him. He told himself that if he got out of this mess, he’d turn over a new leaf. As he was strapped into a chair, he felt a sharp pain. He had hoped for a warning before they had injected him. But it didn’t take long for him to realize he wasn’t dead; he wasn’t even in prison anymore. He was sitting on the floor of a suburban home. His head was still reeling. He began to think this was his second chance. Somehow he had swapped bodies with someone on the outside. Then he looked down. He had swapped bodies with some chick! He began to think he actually had been injected, that this was all going on his head. But it kept going for hours. Being female was awkward for him; he didn’t think he’d ever adjust. Maybe they had injected him; maybe he had died and this was his own personal hell. Then again, maybe this was all someone’s cruel joke for a true second chance.