Not the Same

Friends kept commenting that Jacquie and Chris hadn’t quite seemed the same as they used to be. It had been going on for months, and everyone was worried something might be wrong in the couple’s relationship. In a way, there was -- but it wasn’t going to break them up any time soon.

But neither Jacquie nor Chris wanted to explain how they had swapped bodies with each other. Technically, they were both acting mostly like themselves, just doing it from the wrong body threw everyone off.

And they continued to stay together as they hoped to find a way to switch back. Breaking up seemed like it would just complicate those efforts -- though they had both talked about it and seriously considered it. However, for the time being, they just tried their best to continue on as each other...

When

I had known every since I was a kid that I was trans -- that I wanted to be a woman -- but the prospect of going through the transition scared me. I never had the courage. But then when I hit my 20s, they developed body swapping tech. Switching bodies with a woman who wanted to be a man felt like cheating -- at least at first.

You don’t swap with the body of your dreams. It still took me a lot of work after the swap to change myself into the woman I wanted to be -- the kind that was a little eccentric and fun an quirky. But I eventually got there.

Today was the first day a guy came up to me to ask me out (while complmenting my hairstyle, I might add). I wanted to be bold and proud, but I just sort shyly nodded in acceptance as I put his number into my phone instead.

Then the thought still hit me hard. Was I obliged to tell him about the body swap? Who I had been before? Was it really any of his business? I mean, it wasn’t yet, right? But maybe at some point?

SW-074

Rumble

Henry had awoken to the sound of an above ground train rumbling by his window. It was a sound he wasn’t used to. He lived in a high rise in a part of town where the trains ran below ground. So what was up with the change of location?

It didn’t take him much longer to realize he hadn’t just woken up in the wrong apartment -- but also in the wrong body! Trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was now someone else was surreal; realizing that the “someone else” was a woman made it even harder to cope.

Her apartment was small but well decorated and maintained. There were a lot of feminine clothes, so finding something he actually felt comfortable wearing was a challenge -- eventually settling on a workout outfit. Then he got to the station so he could head downtown to try to figure out what happened! He was going to confront whoever was in his body, as they weren’t picking up his phone!

A Choice

“Amisha? Are you okay, Amisha?” I heard the soft voice flutter in my pounding head.

“Ugh. What the hell happened?” I asked, noting how strange my voice felt before adding, “And who’s Amisha?”

The soft voice continued, “There was like a flash of light and an earthquake. You fell down and hit your head. Do I need to call campus medical center?”

“Campus?”

As I started to look around, it was obvious I was in a dorm room. The soft voice came from a woman who seemed to be around twenty years old. And it also became very apparent I was in a body that was no longer my own. I realized I ha a decision to make. I could pretend to be “Amisha,” presumably this woman’s college roommate, or I could tell her the truth about being a 30 year old man who suddenly found himself in this body.