Twinsies (Episode 3)

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A (Not So) Good Plan

It seemed like a good plan at the time. I could never figure out a way to strike up a conversation with a woman, which left me perpetually single, but I thought knowing their experiences better would help me. That was the core of the idea.

I’d use the magic to transform myself into a hot woman for a few hours, make friends with a few of them, and hopefully learn everything I needed to know.

As it turned out, talking to hot women when you yourself are a hot woman isn’t necessarily any easier. I still flubbed my words; they still rolled their eyes at me. If anything, the experience was even more humiliating than when I was a guy because it was like they expected more from me and they didn’t hold back on their criticism.

I suppose I did learn one thing. I asked myself why I was trying so hard to be with women like this? They were rude; they were mean. They might’ve been hot, but did I really want to be in a relationship with someone like them?

Change

She spoke with a deep voice -- not from years of smoking but from the fact that she hadn’t been a “she” before all of the modification. It was why I was meeting her. She was an expert at obtaining body parts and having them replaced. You wanted to change genders or become part robot? She was the one you’d talk to.

Of course, the technology had been made illegal except in cases of emergency -- but she took care of all that paperwork, too. Most everyone in the club was a client. I would be one soon enough.

She took a drag of her cigarette and gave me a look before speaking in her deep, masculine voice, “So, what’cha looking to change about yourself today?”

Paranoia

Why did it feel like everyone was staring at me? Seriously, I knew people was probably dealing with their own problems after the Great Shift. It made no sense to think that anyone would be caring about a single guy swapped into the body of a woman, let alone staring or obsessing over him or her. Yet that’s what it felt like.

I didn’t know if this body has internalized brain chemistry that caused paranoia or if this was just something women naturally felt self-conscious about for some reason, but I was glad the body I ended up in lived close by and I found the keys to get in pretty easily inside her purse.

I gave one last look around to make sure no one followed me before I unlocked the door and went inside.

Wily (Part 2)

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I may have mentioned that my cat was quite wily. First of all, carrying a ten pound cat down to the basement is an easy feat; getting that same cat in the body of your hundred pound wife down into the basement is a much more difficult task.

It took several hours, and I thought everyone was in position to get my wife and my cat back into their own bodies. But at the last minute, the cat goes crazy -- and I’m the one who ends up in my wife’s body!

It’s not the first time I’ve been stuck in her body. When I first tested the thing, we found it could overheat, so I built in a limit only allowed for two swaps within a twenty-four hour period (this also prevented potential chaos, of course).

I suppose that now gave me a day to figure out how to get the cat in my much heavier body down to the basement to swap back, even as I now had to figure out doing it from inside my wife’s body, which wasn’t nearly as strong as my own either.