Saturday, January 21, 2017

Back to My Place

After the bright flash of light, Max didn’t have much time to react to the fact that he had a new body before he felt a vibrating. Realizing it was a phone inside the purse he now held, he answered.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Hello.” Max recognized his own voice on the other end of the call, “I think you have my body.”

“And it sounds like you have mine.”

“Just stay put, I’ll come find you.”

“I have no idea where I am.” “It was my body just a second ago, remember? I know where I was...but wait...where were you?”

“I was outside Central Park...”

“Uh...oh. You’re in Los Angeles.”

“It might take a while for you to get here.”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to work something else out. Let me give you instructions back to my place...”

Friday, January 20, 2017

Long Story (Part 3)

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“Once I ended up in her body, I realized I sort of missing driving a cab. Plus, it was a job I could do without worrying if my skills matched up with this woman’s experience.”

Abraham was enchanted by the woman’s story. It seemed like such a tall tale, but she told it with such conviction that he actually sort of believed her. And before he even realized it, they were at the airport. He got out and the woman leaned out and rested her elbows on the window.

She called out to him, “You’re lucky I gave you a lift instead of the magic taxi. You look like you could be a prime target, so be careful if you ever come back to visit...”

The last part sent some chills down Abraham’s spine. If she had made it all up, why did that warning feel so ominous?

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Long Story (Part 2)

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“It all happened about a year ago now.” The woman behind the wheel said, “I was taking a cab from my hotel to the airport, just like you. The driver I had was surly, mostly grunted instead of spoke. I didn’t think much of it; I had plenty of drivers like that before. The driver drops me off at the airport, tells me to have a nice day, and the next thing I know I’m behind the wheel in the driver’s body. It was total Twilight Zone.”

“I couldn’t imagine that body being surly.” Abraham interjected.

“You didn’t let me finish. The driver of that cab was a dude. Actually, I was as well. Turns out he had this weird journal. Various people had swapped into that body over the years and left notes. Apparently, the cab was cursed. Now that I was in the body of the driver, I was too. I’d eventually swap with someone, even if I didn’t want to; the cab would make sure it happened. In fact, when I drove this young woman to the mall, I didn’t even think of her as a target. The magic words ‘Have a nice day’ just slipped out when I dropped her off, and BOOM! I was in her body and she was now the driver, forced to continue the chain and steal someone else’s body down the line.”

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Long Story (Part 1)

Abraham waited outside the hotel for his cab to take him back to the airport. The business trip had been rough, but he had managed to close the deal. He grew impatient as he checked his watch. Abraham was about to call and complain when he finally saw the cab turn around the corner. He was surprised when the taxi pulled with a beautiful young woman driving. He had never recalled having a female cab driver before. As he sat in the back, he couldn’t resist but ask how she got into driving.

The woman turned around briefly and said, “Well, I haven’t always been a taxi driver. I haven’t even always been a woman. But it’s a long story.”

“Well, it’s a long ride to the airport,” Abraham replied, “Please go on...”

Tuesday, January 17, 2017


When five o’clock hit, the elevators at work were always crowded. It was probably the worst time for the Great Shift. When it hit, the elevator stopped. People were packed in so tight that it was hard for some people to figure out that they were even swapped. Eric knew something was wrong since he went from being the tallest in the elevator to being the shortest. When the elevator finally resumed and opened up on the bottom floor a half hour later, he pushed his way to be first out. He now discovered that he wasn’t just shorter, he was also a woman! Doug also realized he was now a woman as well and let out a scream. It was a bit like a delayed reaction compared to the other people in the lobby, many of whom were already starting to adjust to their new bodies. Still, for everyone who had been trapped in the elevator, this was the first chance to really have some space to see and feel their new bodies.

Monday, January 16, 2017


Jane entered the office supply room to grab a few things and noticed a woman at the copier. She was lifting the top and pressing buttons like mad; she seemed confused. Jane really wanted to just get back to work, but for some reason she asked the woman if she could help.

The woman averted her eyes before answering, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but this machine turned my body into a woman’s!”

Jane rolled her eyes, “Of course it did. It’s a copier, duh. It turns you into a copy of the last person who used it. I’d show you how to use it, but I really doubt I want YOUR old body. Is this your first job in an office? Are you an intern or something?”

“I’m a man! Or I WAS a man! Why would an office have something like this?”

Jane shrugged and returned to her desk.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Magic Oil

Elena’s mouth went wide as she realized what happened. In shock she asked, “How did you do this?

”Simply enough,” Greg answered, “When I gave you that free massage, I used this magic oil. Every part of you that I rubbed with it was swapped with me.”

“You need to swap us back!”

“Sorry, honey, it doesn’t work like that.”

“But we’re both freaks!”

“And that’s why you have two choices. You can either allow us to stay as freaks, or you can rub this oil on your face. We’ll swap heads. You’ll completely lose the last part of your body, sure, but you’ll end up looking like me, a completely normal guy.” “But I don’t want to be a guy!”

“I’m afraid on that you have no choice. You’re already a guy where it count, after all. So do you want to be a normal guy or a weird guy with a woman’s head?”