Hippie Bullsh*t

The flash of light that caused most of the world to swap bodies would come to be known as the Great Shift, but in its immediate aftermath, people were just trying to figure out what was going on.

Bert went from examining specimen in the university research lab to suddenly find himself in the campus spirtual center. It wasn’t so much the fact that he was in a completely different body that threw him off, but the fact that the body was in some sort of pretzel yoga pose that proved quite difficult to get out of. He immediately rushed back to the lab to find his body sitting there chanting in meditation.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

“I need to align my chi,” Moon responded, “I can clearly tell we’ve swapped bodies. Your residual aura on this body clearly matches what is radiating off of you standing there in my body right now. I suggest you join me; it will go faster.”

“Nonsense! This problem isn’t going to be solved with some hippie bullsh*t; we need science. I was just doing research on a species of jellyfish that could --”

“I’m not trying to harsh your vibe, but if you could please just do your science stuff over there somewhere; I really need to concentrate on this.”

Bert mumbled as they both attempted to find a way to reverse the effects of the Great Shift, but no one ever found a way to do so. And everyone, including Bert and Moon, were stuck in swapped bodies for the rest of their lives.

The Farmhouse (Part 6)

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The weekend came quicker than I expected, and my sister was pretty happy to be getting her body back. However, I think I was even happier to think about the body I was going to get!

I explained the plan to my sister. I’d be locked and hidden in one of the chambers. She have to convince the woman to get in the other one. Once activated, I would get out in my new body, and my sister would get in. With another quick activation, my sister would be back in her original body; the woman would be stuck in mine.

I told my sister how much I enjoyed being in her body, and how much I’d miss it. She just told me to shut up and get in the chamber.

After stepping in, I took a moment to truly appreciate her body. I had been glad I picked out a cute leather skirt for the day; I looked so cute in it! I seemed to be waiting a long time before I finally heard noises outside the chamber.

Find Yourself

Arthur had bought a ticket online to the local art museum and was a little surprised to find the place swarming with reporters and celebrities. Apparently, it was the opening day for some new exhibit called “Find Yourself,” where an artist had installed some sort of strange maze throughout the museum.

With his ticket in hand, he had a scheduled entrance time and walked past much of the line. The staff gathered him in a small group, and he felt a little out of place. People were dressed up, he was sure he spotted a few actors he knew in his group. And just as they were about to be escorted inside the maze entrance, there was a flash. Suddenly Arthur found himself entering from a different location, and his group had changed. He looked down to see a green dress. There must have been some sort of tech that caused the groups of people to swap bodies. “Find Yourself” soon seemed less like the title of the exhibit but more like instructions.

Arthur began to wander about the maze, looking for his own body. He hoped once he found it, he would swap back to normal. He moved slowly, having difficulty walking with the heels on his feet. He began to wonder whose body he was in. He didn’t think he was skinny enough to be a model. There were no mirrors in the maze to check out his face. And even if he could see it, there was no guarantee he would recognize it. And as more time passed, he focused much more on who he was now as opposed to the location of his original body, and he began to rethink the meaning of “Find Yourself” yet again.

Hot Aunt

“What the heck? Why is there a tattoo on my arm, Aunt Sharon? Why did you get a tattoo? I don’t want to get my body back with a tattoo on it!” Harvey protested.

“Maybe I don’t plan on giving it back,” His aunt replied.

“No! We agreed! We were just doing this for a few weeks in the summer before I went to college. It was fun, but I don’t want to be stuck in the body of my mom’s sister! She talks to me about sleeping with dad! It’s gross, and she won’t shut up about it! I hated having your period, and how men treated me in the office as a woman! And I don’t think I deserve to lose twenty years of my life!”

“Now you’re just naming all the reasons I shouldn’t agree to swap back. You were the one dumb enough to ask about swapping bodies in the first place. I know you were so curious about what it would be like to be the ‘hot aunt.’ I could’ve told you that it sucks, but you know because you lived it. But it sucks for you, because you’re going to have to continue living it. I know we can’t swap back unless we both agree, and I’m simply not agreeing.”

Pass

“Do you think...do you think I can still pass as a woman?” Leigh asked nervously as she stood in her apartment wearing a dress and wig.

“The wig helps!” Jason smiled, “But, honestly, you still look like me...except in a dress and a wig.”

“Damnit! Swapping bodies sucked! I wish the Great Shift never happened!”

“I get it! But we can’t change it; we can only deal with what it did to us. I’m in your body now, and I’m dealing with that! I didn’t want to be a woman, but I’m okay with it. And you ended up in my body. And believe me, it’s weird to see me standing there in a dress! And I’ve totally accepted the fact that you are taking estrogen, and that’s going to change my body! But it’s what you want, and I have to deal with that!”

“It’s not working fast enough! I’m still so manly! But thank you. I know it’s probably not easy seeing me do this to your body. You really are like my best friend.”

“I know! Your mine too. And again, stop thinking about that body as mine. It’s not mine anymore. It’s yours. You get to do with it what you want to, okay?”