Bossy

“It’s not easy, is it, Lewis?” Nancy said, not even looking the recent hire in the eye.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Lewis pleaded, “I thought the boss just a Boomer that sits in an office telling everyone else what to do! I had no idea your job was actually hard!”

“I’m actually an Elder Millennial.”

“Whatever! Just can we PLEASE swap back!? I don’t want to be the boss anymore! I certainly don’t want to be old! And being perimenopausal is no fun either! I’m sorry! What else do I have to say!?”

“I’m just thinking how long I’m going to keep us swapped for. A week? A month? It’s totally up to me...oh, and maybe think of this time as a lesson about what it really means to be in charge.”

Vampire

Ken had known Bill for a number of years now. He thought they were friends. Bill was just biding his time. It was a typical night of drinking, and Ken had a bit too much. With the bathrooms crowded, Bill saw and opportunity when Ken said he was going to go outside to pee in the alleyway.

Bill joined him, and Ken never expected what happened next. Was Bill kissing his neck? Why did it hurt? Why did he feel so weak?

Ken didn’t even have the energy to stop his friend. He just sort of slurred, “I’m not homophobic, Dude, and I’m flattered that you’re into me, but I’m not gay. I’m just not.”

But Bill wasn’t gay. He was a unique type of vampire -- sucking out Ken’s masculinity and sexuality. After Ken had drained himself, Bill was draining him as well -- turning Ken into an asexual woman with Bill consuming Ken’s masculine, straight energy for himself. Ken would pass out in the alley, not realizing the change until morning.

Out of the Way

Roy was big enough and tall enough that he was used to most people getting out of his way. He expected the petite Asian woman walking in his path to do the same, but she didn’t. They ended up bumping straight into each other, and he was a little taken aback that he lost his balance and fell into the sand. After all, he was so much bigger than she was.

He turned to snap at her. He even said aloud, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” But she wasn’t there. He turned the other direction; she wasn’t there either.

But he had noticed something wrong with his voice. It wasn’t deep; it was almost squeaky. It might’ve explained why he fell; maybe she had hit him in in just the right place.

It took a few more minutes before he realized the reason for all of it: the body swap. And by the time he realized it, the petite Asian woman now in his body would be long gone.

Doing Okay (Part 4)

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She suggested instead of taking the bus that we walk across the park back to her apartment -- which is where I had been staying since the Shift, of course. (For safety, I made her recite the address by memory along with several other facts.)

She told me how impressed she was with me, how I seemed to be adapting much better to being a woman than most guys she knew in my situation. I looked down awkwardly at the plastic bag from the deli with the hygiene products. I wanted so bad to hide them as she showered me with these types of compliments.

Then I looked up at her. She considered me put together? Was she looking at herself? I felt like I wanted to return the praise, but it seemed like it would be hollow. If she thought I was “put together” as a woman, I don’t think I had words to describe how well she made my body look!

The Goblin Princess (Episode 3)