Angel

Dr. Harry Phelps looked into her vacant eyes. He was set to retire tomorrow and had spent his last years in the lab creating her, despite the unethical implications of it. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but losing his 22-year-old daughter Angel ten years ago had been hard. This brought her back, in a way...but he was regretting it.

In part was because this was just a clone of her body at the age she left this world. But there was no way to re-create her mind. And just as thought about ending it, her body twitched.“Please don’t,” She said.

Harry was taken aback as she said in shock, “How was this possible?”

The woman didn’t want to answer honestly. She was a collection of every member Harry had of his daughter from his perspective. She thought of herself as Harry for all intents and purposes, but she couldn’t tell him that, but she had no desire to be undone from existance either. So she simply smiled and said, “I’m Angel.”

Supermodel

Of all the bodies I could’ve ended up with after a month stuck as the driver of the magic taxi, I don’t think I ever would’ve expected “supermodel” to be the one. And yet here I was. A former chubby guy now forever inside the body of a tall, shinny Chinese fashion model.

I was honestly worried about it at first. I knew my love of food and my lack of self-control. I knew models had to watch their figured. I was more than relieved that Ai was the type of woman who could basically eat anything she wanted without gaining a pound! Grabbing a slice of pizza as I walked to a photoshoot felt absolutely heavenly, and my new life was like a dream come true!

Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis

100% Luke

As I reached for one of the brains on the shelf, the words of the scientist rang through my head. It wasn’t as simple as the fact that I thought of myself as Luke in Moon’s body. There were technically elements of both Luke and Moon inside of me. Where one of us stopped and the other one started wasn’t so clear cut.

But Luke’s brain sitting on the shelf -- my brain -- what did it think? Was it still 100% me? 100% Luke? If I could place it in another body or hook it up to a computer, could I talk to myself? But then again, it was the scientist who understood all this brain swapping stuff, and he was dead; he had a heart attack shortly after explaining how he transferred all of my thoughts into Moon’s head.

I had many more questions than answers, and as I looked around, it just made me more curious. But I had no idea what to do with any of this stuff.

Resigned

“Well, if you have no clue how we swapped bodies, can you at least help me stand up? As a dude, I’m not exactly an expert in walking in your heels.” I sighed as I looked up at my own face.

I was resigned to this fate quickly -- switching bodies with a random woman on the subway. I was her; I was likely to be her for the rest of my life. In the movies when something like this happens, they try to fnd a way back; they usually succeed. But I had no idea how this had happened. I had no clue how to even start trying to swap back to normal. I had no connection with this woman to “better understand her” or whatever else people did in the movies. I had just become her, and she was me. And that was it.