Running Out of Money

I was starting to run out of money. Or, technically, I guess Susan was running out of money. Taking a cab multiple times a day for the better part of two years will do that to you. But what alternative did I have? I didn’t want to be Susan; it was just the Magic Taxi that swapped me into her body, and I knew of no other ways body swapping was even possible.

Heck, I didn’t even know the Magic Taxi was a thing until I swapped into the driver’s body. I thought I was going to be stuck like that until I swapped with Susan. I had to deduce it was the cab that did it, as nothing else seemed to be the cause of the swap. If I could find it again, I could swap again -- and maybe if I was really lucky, I could then use it to get my original body back.

A Good Laugh

As Andre tried to explain the body swap to his girlfriend shortly after it happened, he wasn’t sure if she was laughing because she believed him or because she didn’t.

If she believed him, she was certainly amused that her boyfriend was now stuck in the body of some old, white lady from the suburbs. If she didn’t, she was certainly getting a kick out of seeing what she thought was an old, white lady under a delusion about being a 25-year-old black man (and her boyfriend).

Andre wished she would at least stop laughing so hard to explain which one it was.

Testing...

Edgar knew he was turning heads. He had been turning heads all week and collecting data for his experiment. The first few days after transforming into this blonde bombshell, he had tried to dress the part. The amount of attention he got was substantial, but it was clear no one paid any notice to his intellect or insight.

For the last few days, he had decided to wear clothes much more aligned to his nerdy personality. It didn’t change much. Maybe he picked up a few more whispers, but the attention was still completely paid to his body and anything he had to say was always dismissed.

The results of this experiment were certainly going to be interesting.

Hands (Part 1)

Michael was just pulling his car out of the driveway to head out on a week long business trip when it happened. He suddenly found himself back inside his own living room, sitting down on the couch. He lifted one hand.

It wasn’t his hand.

He recognized the hand. It was the one he had placed a ring on when he had gotten down on one knee to propose decades ago. It was the same hand that stopped wearing that ring after her hands had swollen up while pregnant with their first child twenty years ago.

How was he now have his own wife’s hand? How was he the one in control of it? The revelation hit slowly. It wasn’t just her hand.

Then he heard the crash.

The Witness