Saturday, March 26, 2016

Deserve an Explanation

William had spent the past three hours stuck in this chair, trying to break free while thinking about how he got stuck like this. He honestly didn’t know. He had been sitting at home, minding his own business when suddenly he was somewhere else, in someone else’s body and tied up in this chair. He wasn’t sure which was tighter or more uncomfortable, the ropes binding him or the clothes he now wore. All his struggling seemed to do little good. Finally, he heard the doorknob jiggle and a man entered.

“Thank God!” William exclaimed, “I don’t know how long I’ve been stuck like this. I don’t know what’s going on or how I got here. Could you please help me out!”

“You haven’t heard about the Great Shift?” The man asked as he untied William.

“I’ve heard nothing. I’ve just been stuck.” “Well, you do deserve an explanation. The media is calling what happened ‘The Great Shift.’ It seems everyone swapped bodies with someone else. And I probably deserve an explanation too, but I doubt you are the one to give it to me. I will just have to wait for my husband to get home to tell me why he’s tying a woman in our house while I am away.”

Friday, March 25, 2016

Following Instructions

Jack adjusted the boot; he couldn’t believe how uncomfortable high heels were, but Marsha had given him strict instructions about the types of clothes he could and couldn’t wear when out of the house. Honestly, he hadn’t been out of neither her house nor the simple sweatpants she had worn for the swap since the two had used that weird medallion to switch bodies, and after getting dressed in this tight skirt and whatnot, he wished he had told her to come here to swap back.

The walk over to his own place was short, but took a while in the uncomfortable shoes. It was quiet when he arrived; Marsha wasn’t there yet. She seemed to be running late, but Jack wasn’t panicking yet.

Of course, what he didn’t know was that Marsha had gotten into an accident with his body earlier in the day. She was unconscious in the hospital. To  make matters worse, the medallion was lost in the accident. While Jack was sitting there hoping to get back to his own body, the truth was that he’d now be stuck with Marsha’s body for the rest of his life.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Vacations Are Supposed to Be Relaxing

“Most people find vacations relaxing, Miss Lee,” The therapist told the woman sitting in his office, “What made this recent one so stressful for you?”

The woman took a deep breath before her answer, “Most people don’t vacation on Exchange Island where people swap bodies. And even most people who go there end up getting their bodies back after it’s over. And for the past month since I’ve been back, I’ve been trying to live the life of this woman that I know almost nothing about. Also, could you please call me Steve instead of Miss Lee or Claire or whatever? No one has called me Steve since this happened. It’d make me feel more....normal. I know you are looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“I am not calling you crazy, but body swapping does seem like something out of fiction, does it not?”

“That’s what I thought to until I took up my friend’s dare to actually go there. And if you don’t believe me, that’s what I suggest you do. Go there. You won’t think it’s fiction once you experience it for yourself. Just hope you don’t get stuck in someone else’s body like I did.”

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Stepmom (Part 3)

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Eric sighed. He wanted to change out of hi stepmom’s yoga clothes. He first found a pair of jeans, but they were so tight. He ultimately settled on a black dress that was stretchy and actually comfortable. Of course, it still felt weird to be wearing a dress at all.

One thing he had to be thankful for was that his dad was out of town. If he was here, things could get REALLY weird. After all, he was in the body of his father’d wife! The thought of that made Eric hope that he’d be back to his own body sooner rather than later. On the other hand, maybe if his dad was here, he could explain to him who he really was and what had happened. Maybe he’d be able to get some help finding some answers. Then again, maybe not.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Stepmom (Part 2)

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Eric arrived late to the yoga class. He hoped to get a little more information about his stepmom’s life (or if his own self now even existed) by questioning her classmates; instead he was just lectured about disturbing the zen of the room anytime he tried to strike up a conversation. He ultimately left early and went back to his dad’s house.

He wasn’t able to find any of his stuff at his dad’s place. At first he thought that was a hint. Maybe after the crash he just merged into his stepmom’s body and his own self just stopped existing. But then he realized because of the divorce that maybe all his stuff was still with his mom. Of course, he couldn’t just call and ask her, not like this. He couldn’t imagine his mom would want to speak with the woman that stole her husband and broke up their marriage.

And, of course, Eric hated the fact that he saw the face of the woman that broke up his parents every single time he walked by a mirror. When he saw that face, he could see that she was beautiful at first, but it only took a split second later for him to feel ugly on the inside. He felt so disgusted looking at that reflection or even anytime he looked down. It didn’t even bother him that he was a woman; what bothered him was the fact that he was this specific woman.

Monday, March 21, 2016


The first semester of college hadn’t exactly gone great for Eric. It wasn’t that classes were tough, it was the news coming from home. His parents got divorced during his first month away, and his dad had remarried before Eric’s first break back home. Then meeting his new stepmom was especially awkward. She was only a few years older than he was, and she had picked him up at the airport since his dad was away on a business trip. She complained a lot, saying the detour to pick him up was going to make her late for her yoga class. Eric just rolled his eyes, not wanting to interact with her at all.

As if that all wasn’t bad enough, it got worse when the car skidded off the road. The accident knocked him out temporarily, but he was quick to respond when he woke back up. He checked the car. It seemed mostly fine, and it should be able to back out without any problems. He didn’t feel injured, but there was of his stepmom. That is, until he noticed his reflection in the rearview mirror. His stepmom wasn’t missing; he had become her! He didn’t know if they somehoe merged into one person or if they swapped and she ran off somewhere with his body. All he could do was to try not to panic.

He thought about the best course of action, and that was to go on like everything was normal, which meant continuing on as his own stepmom. He realized he didn’t know much about her. The only thing he knew was about the yoga class she was going to go to, so he drove there. He headed in and changed into her workout clothes. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He couldn’t believe he was in her body either!

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Subway Ride

When I got on the train I saw her and positioned myself across from her. She was cute and it was the perfect place to catch glimpses of her as I pretended to look at things on my laptop. She had a quirky style that I found adorable. I thought many times of calling up the courage to stand up, walk across the subway car, and talk to her. But something stopped me. I was pretty sure that after three stops or so I was simply outright staring at her. That’s why it was so odd when she seemingly just disappeared. She must’ve gotten off at a stop, but why hadn’t I noticed? My eyes had practically been glued on her; how could I have missed her leaving? I kicked myself for not building up that courage to talk to her. It wasn’t until the train arrived at my stop that I noticed what had happened. I placed my laptop into a small red bad beside me, and I had to do a doubletake. I didn’t own a red bag. The bag was very familiar; I recognized it. I looked down at myself and recognized the outfit as well. It was the outfit worn by the woman I had been staring at. It wasn’t hard to realize that I wasn’t just wearing her clothes; I had become her. I had gone from a man lusting after a woman to become the object of my lust. It was a strange mix of joy and worry. I gathered her belongings and headed off the train at my stop. I wondered what sort of life I had now. Hers? Mine? A mix of the two? Did she have my body now and leave the train without noticing? I had so many questions.