The Faintest Idea (Part 2)

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Despite the woman in front of him looking like Lakshmi, sounding like Lakshmi, and certainly was Lakshmi up until a few seconds ago, she still insisted otherwise. Krish decided calling the hospital was still the best course of action.

Of course, Jeff -- the person who Lakshmi’s body was now claiming to be -- didn’t think the hospital was a bad idea either, perhaps they could explain the body swap.

The hospital couldn’t find anything physically wrong with Jeff/Lakshmi. There was some concern about her mental state, but told Krish not to push it.

When they returned home, Jeff changed into Krish’s clothes, not Lakshmi’s, and she kept trying to convince Krish that she really was a guy from thousands of miles away named Jeff. He did his best not to argue, per the doctor’s advice, but it was quite difficult to hold his tongue.

Space Quest: The Body Swapping Frontier

Noodles (Part 3)

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As the days went on and more stores opened, I began to fill up the cabinets in her kitchen -- or, well, I guess I thought of it as my kitchen now. I started with the lower shelves, and it didn’t take long before I had to keep moving up.

But even the next shelf up to reach was difficult for my new body. I felt so short as I had to find a step stool just to reach it, and even then it was a challenge.

I tried not to dwell on it. Things were finally starting to feel normal again and realizing that I was much shorter now wasn’t on the list of things I felt like I needed to worry about. There was proving my identity, for one. Programs were being put in place that helped people reclaim everything that was theirs and returning to my own home might be nice.

The City That Never Sleeps

The streets of New York had gotten eerily quiet in the hours since the Great Shift, which was particularly shocking considering how loud and chaotic things had been in the immediate aftermath.

I probably screamed at first too in a pitch that would have been impossibly high coming from my former mouth. But I had a new mouth now, a new body, and a new gender. The ID in the bag I carried was for an address in Queens, though my immediate surroundings seemed to be more of a Bronx vibe.

Amongst the chaos, I began to walk. The air was sticky; I found myself wishing this body hadn’t picked skinny jeans to wear this morning. I abandoned her heels after a few blocks, preferring to walk barefoot on the disgusting City streets while trying not to think about it. And that’s how the hours passed; how things settled down while others found there way inside while I continued to walk; how the City that Never Sleeps became silent.

Pirates!

They opened the chest and immediately the two pirate’s eyes began to glow purple and then transform from male to female in a blink of an eye. The rest of the crew tried to run, but the curse had already escaped from the chest and was now affecting them one-by-one.

There were probably curses out there that were much, much worse than being transformed into women. After all, once their gender changed, the pirates pretty much all just continued on like before -- if anything, their new bodies gave them an edge, as any ship they encountered was certainly caught off guard to be plundered by a bunch of lasses.