Saturday, December 5, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
Luke had always considered himself a pretty shrewd businessman. If there was a way to make a profit, he was sure to find it. Body swapping technology proved to be a new way for him to increase his profits. A young woman visiting from a foreign country offered him a great sum to switch bodies with him. She didn’t want to be deported and swapping was a valid solution, as court rulings made it difficult to swap the original body of a citizen or a citizen swapped into a foreigner’s body. Luke did the math. She was sure offering him a lot of money. Plus, she was probably twenty years younger than he was. That would give him a longer lifespan to profit even more. He made sure his financial affairs were in order before the swap. Soon enough, he found himself in her body. He changed from her clothes into a skirt suit he had brought with him and smiled at her. He hoped she knew what she was getting herself into. She smiled back, thinking the exact same thing about his decision...
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wendy had dragged her boyfriend Brian to the ballet. He hated it. He was so bored that he decided it was best he just ditch her during the intermission. He knew she’d give him hell later that night, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t until he got to the train station and sat down that he noticed something odd. He reached down to tie his shoe laces and noticed something strange about them. They weren’t his usual shoes; they were dainty white slippers that laced in the back. And why was he wearing tights? His eyes followed his legs up his body with horror. It wasn’t just that he was wearing a ballerina’s outfit, he had swapped bodies with one of the ballerinas! He began to think about how it happened. He could only think of one time. As he was making his way out, he had bumped into one. She was sneaking a cigarette at the time. They had both been trying to sneak, but could it be possible that they swapped bodies? The outfit seemed right, but he needed a mirror to be sure. How was he ever going to explain this to his girlfriend now?
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
The afternoon had started with Victor on the phone with a friend, making a flippant comment about how hot Asian women were. He hadn’t expected his girlfriend overhearing the conversation, nor could he anticipate her retaliation. Using her powers as a witch, she swapped Victor’s body with their upstairs neighbor, Ming. He tried to remain calm; he figured he’d just go downstairs and calm his girlfriend own. However, he couldn’t seem to do that. Instead, he found himself going to Ming’s closet and changing into a black and white top and some tight leather shorts. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. He realized his girlfriend hadn’t just swapped his body with Ming; she was also controlling his mind. He had limited control, but he knew he was going to have to do the things she forced him to -- even if it was something he didn’t want to do, like wear this outfit. She was also preventing him from doing things as well, like going down to apologize. It wasn’t long before Victor felt compelled to go to a nightclub. Despite trying to fight the urge, he found himself twerking on the dance floor. When guys started coming up to him, he wanted to run. However, instead of doing so, he felt the urge to get closer, be sexier, and flirt. He wanted to cry; he just hoped his girlfriend would release the grip on his mind before his did anything he would REALLY regret.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Peter wondered how long he had been stuck in that bottle? A week? A year? A decade? He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like forever. He had discovered it on the beach and found himself sucked inside. He was aware he was stuck, but he couldn’t really move. It was like being stuck in that moment between being awake and being asleep. Still, as he sat stuck in the bottle, some knowledge filled his head. There had been a person trapped in here before him. That person now had his body; freed when Peter had found the bottle. Peter would now be stuck until someone else stumbled upon the bottle. The person before him wasn’t the first; this bottle had existed for centuries. The only thing he could do to pass the time was think about all this until one day a full range of sensations bounced back to him. He could feel the warm sun beating down on his skin. He smiled as he looked down to see the bottle. He didn’t even care about the body he had now; he was just glad to be free. Of course, once he take notice of his new body, he realized it was going to be a lot to get used to. He had apparently swapped into the body of a woman, something he hadn’t expected as he passed the time thinking. He tried to just focus on the fact that he was now free and ignore how strange it felt for him to now be female.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Matt had really been looking forward to prom ever since Tamara had agreed to go with him. Tamara was probably one of the hottest girls in school. With only a week left to go, he was excited.
And then the Great Shift happened.
Matt just wanted to hide at first. With school being called off for the week, this wasn’t hard. At least not until it was announced that prom would go on as planned. He thought about not going at first, but he didn’t want to cancel on Tamara. His suit wasn’t going to work, but his sister offered a suggestion.
Right before heading out, he looked in a mirror. He felt silly. Here he was in the body of a 27-year-old woman down the street wearing an old prom dress that his sister had worn a few years back. He felt silly, but he told himself he was still going to go through with it. He began to wonder what body Tamara had now, or any of the rest of his classmates for that matter. It might end up being a pretty interesting night.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Chuck checked his text messages again. Andrea should have gotten in contact with him by now about swapping back. They had switched bodies three days ago; he had fun, but he certainly didn’t want to be stuck like this! The long weekend was almost over, he needed to get back to work, an he knew nothing about Andrea’s job! He was starting to feel really stupid for trusting her. He had given her his number, but instead of getting one in return, she just made a promise to get in touch. He hadn’t heard a single peep this entire time. He heart began to race. What if he had written it down wrong? What if she was trying to contact him and he just didn’t know it? Maybe he should’ve stayed at her place or at least gotten her address. Instead, they had each just exchanged small suitcases with a few items that should last. He checked again; still nothing...