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After a few more unspoken minutes, Ernie started to think that being Amanda might not be so bad. She made more money than him, had a nicer house, and maybe being a woman might not be so bad. He tried to walk away with as much confidence as he could muster. Amanda wasn’t nearly as pleased; there was no way she’d ever be satisfied with Ernie’s life. She began to follow after him. Of course, even though she stayed close, still neither knew how they swapped or how to swap back. Ernie had the right idea; suck it up and embrace the new life he had. What other choice did they have?
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
For about fifteen minutes, Ernie and Amanda could seem to do nothing but stare at each other -- or rather, due to the fact that they had suddenly swapped bodies, it might be more apt to say they were staring at themselves. Ernie opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, knowing how odd it would be to hear his words expressed with Amanda’s voice. Amanda was just too in shock to say anything. Of course, they both would soon have to acknowledge the harsh reality that they didn’t know how the swap happened, and they certainly had no way of reversing it.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Greg wanted to turn around and tell the woman now stuck in the body of the cab driver that it was going to be okay, that she could now swap bodies with anyone she wanted. But he couldn’t. The magic prevented him from doing so. It was the same magic that had swapped him into the woman’s body a few seconds ago, and the same magic that had swapped him into the cab driver’s body months ago. He had faith that the magic would treat the woman well. It had, of course, given someone his very rich life, and now it had given him this very gorgeous body. He saw it as a sign. The body swapping cab may take your body, but it ended up giving you a new body that had something you REALLY needed...or maybe something that you just really wanted. There was just something inside him that told him the chain would continue. Things would just keep getting better for each person after their brief time stuck in that cabbie’s body.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Joe held tightly onto his sister’s hand. He didn’t want to let it show, but he was terrified. Cara was as well. Neither of them had any clue that their mom had magical powers up until a few minutes ago when she swapped the heads of the formerly quarreling siblings. “Mom,” Joe squeaked out nervously, feeling quite awkward with Cara’s body below his neck, “We’re really sorry...”
Their mom didn’t let him finish, “Joey, I have been listening to you and your sister argue for the last twenty years. I hoped both of you growing up and spending some time at college would have changed things, but you two are worse than ever. Don’t expect to be changed back until this family vacation is over; you two need to learn to love and appreciate each other.” Their jaws dropped. They were both in shock and neither could utter another word. They knew arguing with their mom would make it worse.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Timothy sighed as he looked at the salad in front of him. He so badly wanted to sink his teeth into a slice of pizza or a thick, juicy steak. However, as long as he was stuck in Carol’s body. he’d be eating lots of salads. They had both agreed to try to not let anyone know about the swap, and that meant acting like each other as much as possible, which in turn meant Timothy was stuck eating salads. Carol was on a strict diet in order to maintain her impossibly skinny figure. Timothy pushed some lettuce with a fork. That diet wouldn’t be killed by a single slice of pizza, would it? Surely, it also wouldn’t be completely out of character to cheat on the diet from time to time, right? She had to do it herself not again, didn’t she? He turned from the salad to look at the phone, knowing a pizza was just a phone call away..
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.