Saturday, December 14, 2013

Don't Push It

As they casually jogged down the street, Peter asked Jennifer once more about the progress she had made on reversing the body swap that her invention had caused. She shrugged, indicating that the machine was still broken. Peter’s pleasant demeanor turned on a dime as he grabbed the towel around Jennifer’s neck.

“You need to start taking this a little more seriously,” He growled sternly, “I’ve been patient up until this point, but there’s no way I am going to stay stuck in your body any longer than I have to. You’re going to be in some serious trouble if I’m not back in my own body before your monthly visitor arrives.”

Jennifer smirked.

“Wipe that look off my face,” Peter shot back, “I know you think I won’t do anything to my own body, but trust me, I know plenty of ways to torture myself with no long term damage, so do NOT push me.”

Friday, December 13, 2013

Mathematics (Part 4)

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Dave sulked in front of the chalkboard, frustrated with the fact that he couldn’t figure out the equation to swap back. Andrea sat in front of him, and he often glared at her. He was convinced she had the ability to solve the equation, but she simply wasn’t applying herself. If she just took a little time, he was sure she could figure it out. But then again, he thought, maybe she WAS able to figure it out, but she realized this wasn’t an ability she had before. What if she was faking her ignorance in order to keep his body and the added intelligence that went with it?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Follow that Cab!

As soon as Brett was able, he hailed another taxi.

“Follow that cab!” He told the driver as he pointed to another taxi ahead.

“Which one?” The driver asked, “There’s like a million of them.”

“The one ahead making the left hand turn,” He instructed.

“I’m not sure I can -- ”


“Are you a cop or something? Let me see your badge.”

“No, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but this woman’s body isn’t mine. Just a moment ago I was in the body of the driver of that taxi, and a week before that I had a wonderful life as a hedge fund manager. There’s something about that taxi that swaps bodies, and the only hope I have of getting back in my own body is by getting back in that cab! Please!”

“It’s too late. Sorry, Ma’am. I lost it.”

“I guess I better get used to being called Ma’am,” Brett sighed to himself.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Glasses (Part 3)

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Alvin handed the woman his glasses. He figured she needed them now more than he did. They exchanged numbers without ever exchanging a word, and each continued on their way with their new bodies. After Alvin walked a little bit, he let down his new long hair and examined his new slender, feminine arms. He noted that he had walked a great deal in this woman’s heels without any difficulty. He didn’t know if this was fate or a weird astronomical occurrence or something else completely different, but despite his initial panic, he couldn’t complain about the results. He was a gorgeous woman now, and he realized he liked that fact. He didn’t know if his mentality was caused by whatever had swapped him, but he wasn’t sure he cared either.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

It's Not Brain Surgery...Oh, Wait, It Is

Max had no problem removing the brain from Michelle’s body -- a drill, a saw, and some other tools did the trick. He didn’t even have too much trouble removing the brain from his own body. The hard part was getting the brains back into their bodies, especially now that he was just a brain on a table without a body. Somehow, he managed, but he didn’t get it quite right. Max’s brain was now in Michelle’s body while Michelle’s brain was now in Max’s body. Max picked his drill back up. Was it time to try again?

Monday, December 9, 2013

Slacker (Part 1)

Neil couldn’t believe how much his mom had been bugging him. Every day since he graduated from high school, she had been yelling at him to get off the couch and find a job or go to school or something like that. He groaned. He was no good at school and the job market sucked. He claimed he had tried, but it was a lie. The truth was that he was simply a slacker. He just wanted to sit around, smoke pot, and eat snacks all day long. And despite her pestering, his mom was a bit of an enabler. Sure there were a few words exchanged from time to time, but she still never really pushed him.

This pattern continued for several months until one day it came to an abrupt halt. Neil had been snacking on some popcorn and watching daytime television. Slightly stoned, he thought he had somehow started tripping hard when he was no longer in the comfort of his parents’ living room. He felt uncomfortable. His clothes felt tight. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he tried to walk. He looked down to see a sensibly heeled woman’s shoe on his foot. He was a little confused as he followed the foot up smoothly shaven legs up to a pencil skirt.

Holy crap! He was a woman. And from the looks of it, he was some sort of business woman! Neil groaned thinking of the potential responsibility this body may have. He didn’t want any part of that. Instead, he ran off back to his parents’ house, as fast as these uncomfortable shoes would allow.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Perfect Match (Part 2)

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Justin asked to see the piece of jewelry that looked just like the Medallion of Zulu. The clerk took it out, and he examined it closely. It was perfect. The only problem was how pricey it was! The cost was a bit of a surprise considering how cheap he felt it looked, but knowing what he needed this for, he figured the high price was well worth it. He reached into Hannah’s purse and pulled out her credit card. He smiled as he realized he wouldn’t even technically be the one paying for this. Hannah was quite well off, and if his plan worked perfectly, he’d be sure to not only have her body but her wealth as well!