Victor was pretty thankful that when the Great Shift struck, he ended up swapping with someone who was at home. It was a little awkward that he was now dressed in a silk blouse, short skirt, pantyhose, and high heels. Of course, with her closet a few feet away, Victor was able to change into a cotton top and some sweatpants. But he really didn’t know what his next steps were. He sat on the floor and turned on the television. He smiled when he realized that he wasn’t the only one who was swapped, but then he realized that if this was as far reaching and widespread as they said, it would be a very long time before they could fix it...if they could fix it. Not that he cared or minded; he was comfortable in this body right where he was.