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After a few confusing and somewhat terrifying hours, George finally found someone who spoke English. They explained to him that he wasn’t the only one who had swapped bodies, he certainly wasn’t the only one who had a new gender; however, it was rather rare that he swapped bodies with a person who was halfway around the world.
It took several weeks before George was finally able to fly home. By that time, he had embraced his new feminine side. Purses, makeup, dresses, and high heels were all second nature to him by now. He had a good chuckle when he got home and had to donate all his old male clothing. His papers had piled up outside and just about every headline in that time was somehow related to the Shift. Though he threw out a large stack, there was one he kept. It was one he had brought with him on the flight home. It too was about the Shift, but written in the language where he had ended up. He couldn’t read it, but he kept it as a reminder -- promising himself that he should probably learn a little more about the culture of the body he was now in. After all, in one sense, he was now part of that culture, wasn’t he?