Brian was pulling out of his driveway when the Great Shift struck, swapping his body with a woman a few blocks away doing the same thing. He saw his hands on the steering wheel and immediately slammed on the breaks. He turned his hands around to look at the palms; these weren’t his hands. The car wasn’t his car. His body -- wasn’t his body! He slowly moved his now feminine hands to the radio to turn it on. The emergency alert was playing. This wasn’t a test; something was going on...
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