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.

Engaging

Alex stopped to look at the rings. He had often thought of buying an engagement ring and proposing to Helen, but the Great Shift changed those plans. He still wanted to marry her, but now that he was a woman, he thought she should be the one to propose to him...shouldn’t she?

And so he was no longer looking at the rings while thinking about how to stretch his salary so he could afford one, he was thinking about which one Helen might purchase for him.

But he pulled back his dreams for another moment. They hadn’t exactly discussed how this would all work now with their genders reversed. Maybe she was still waiting for him to make the move? And yet, the longer he looked, the weirder that thought felt. No, he was the woman now; he wanted to be in the role of being asked!

Subway Ride

Devin wondered if he should say something. After the weird flash of light, he found himself sitting there in someone else’s body. However, he worried about being labled as a crazy person. If he started shouting about body swapping and how he was now a woman? Well, he could probably get away with it on the subway.

No one really cared on the subway. People would avert their eyes or try to ignore it. But maybe he wasn’t the only one? Maybe he should say something? There wouldn’t be any risk, right? Worst case scenario is that he’d just been seen as one of those weirdos on the subway. And yet he still say there staying quiet, not saying a word about the swap.

Remember

My consciousness had been trapped in the back of the robotic body for over a hundred years, I had somewhat forgotten what my original body had been like. I remembered uploading a copy of my mind into the bot as one of my final instructions to ChatGPT before I died along with the instructions on downloading me into a new, younger body. I thought I would be inside that metallic shell for a week; I didn’t expect it to be decades.

I think what I began to notice was that this new body was different. I barely recalled being human, but I knew I hadn’t been a woman. I suppose it really didn’t make a difference, particularly when it is so hard to remember.

The Body Swap App