Ruined Her Outfit

“Ugh! That stain will never come out! My outfit is ruined! What did you do?” The voice speaking above me sounded familiar -- my own, to be precise -- but the tone and intonation sounded so weird.

Looking up, I saw my own face, but looking down it was obvious that I had swapped into someone else’s body. And despite the clearly life-changing consequences of being stuck in the wrong body and dealing with being a different unfamiliar gender, this woman’s biggest concern was -- her outfit?

She complained how she had just bought it and went on about how cute she thought it was. I tried to bring the topic back to the fact that we were now in each other’s bodies, and yet she still kept going on about how the stained outfit was somehow my fault -- even though I had woke up in this body with it already like this!

Maybe this was her way of coping, but it was still so strange.

Parent-Teacher Conference

Was I Dreaming?

Was I dreaming?

I pinched myself. If I was dreaming, it didn’t wake me up. Somehow I had become a woman in an apartment that wasn’t my own.

And then I looked out the window. People were screaming at each other, shouting about being the wrong gender or whatever. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one in someone else’s body. Whatever caused this -- I apparently wasn’t alone.

I’d have to deal with being a woman, probably for the rest of my life.

Adaptation

When doctors explained what had happened, Miles didn’t believe it. The idea of a brain transplant was just something he couldn’t accept. He didn’t believe his own reflection and his body still felt numb from the surgery. It wasn’t until he saw his original body that it all set in.

Then it all hit him: his new smaller female body, his soft voice, all of it.

His old body still looked so healthy. It was weird to think it was so close to death. Then again, so was this woman’s brain that was now inside that body. Meanwhile, his own brain inside her body could live on -- but what kind of life would it be? How was he going to adapt to all of this?

Downward Mobility

Aaron had noticed Elin at one of his trips to Walmart. He felt a little bit weird about the fact that he had memorized her name, but he also couldn’t get her out of his head. He thought she was beautiful, and he had to accept that he might just be a little bit obsessed. Of course, he also tried to put that all out of his head, considering she was working at Walmart and he guessed she was in her early 20s; he was in his late 30s and was comfortably enjoying upward mobility at his office job.

But then he had to face his obsession head on when he woke up one day in Elin’s body.

Perhaps the most difficult thing for him to accept was how much of her beauty was because of her makeup routine, which he was not able to replicate. That meant as long as he was in her body, her tired eyes would be very clear; any flaws in her skin would be seen. When he arrived to her job at Walmart, he didn’t exactly feel beautiful. He didn’t even feel like Elin, no matter what the nametag said.