Saturday, April 8, 2017

Coming Home (Part 3)

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Once Ron arrived at the office, he decided that the cafeteria was probably the best place to wait. It was central, and people tended to grab coffee there in the morning. He was pretty sure the woman that he swapped with would show up there eventually. Sure enough, she did.

The first few minutes, they talked about how surprised they both were that the swap had happened at all. Then they talked about how long it took either of them to notice that something was amiss. Finally, they discussed getting back to normal. However, nothing seemed to work.

They tried bumping each other’s heads again. They tried running across a long hall in the office and banging into each other. They even tried electrocuting themselves with one of the appliances in the kitchen.

They both felt rather let down by their failure. Ron was wondering how he was going to tell his wife that he was going to be stuck like this. Then again, she had rather enjoyed dressing him up this morning; he sighed as he realized he was going to have to suffer through that each and every morning from now on...

Friday, April 7, 2017

Coming Home (Part 2)

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It took Ron several hours to convince his wife that he was really her husband. By the time he had done so, they were both exhausted and ready to go to bed. Even thought he wanted little more than to go to sleep, Ron had a restless night. The feeling of his new body was a sure distraction and it didn’t help that he chose to sleep in his own clothes. He was practically swimming in the boxer shorts and t-shirt he usually wore to bed.

The next morning, Ron noted that the alarm went off earlier than usual. He tried to slam it into snooze, but his wife insisted otherwise. She started explaining how Ron needed to get to work, find the woman he swapped bodies with, and figure out how to swap back. Ron whined; he knew all that. His wife continued. She told him that he was going to have to look presentable. He was, after all, a least for the day. His routine would likely be longer than usual since he’d have to put on makeup, blow dry his hair, and pick out an outfit.

Ron moaned. It all seemed so tedious. But his wife promised that she’d help out. After all, he’d probably need it. Sure enough, as he got out of the shower, his wife had picked out some clothes for him. Ron frowned at the idea of wearing a dress, but she explained that he still had to look professional. She helped him put on a bra, and a blouse before sliding the dress over his head. His wife applied bright red lipstick and other makeup to his face. They got into an argument over shoes. His wife insisted he wear heels; Ron disagreed. They settled on a slight heel, but nothing too fancy. As Ron leaned on the counter in their kitchen, his wife smiled back. She told him he looked great, but they spent so much time getting ready, they certainly wouldn’t have time for breakfast. Ron went back to groaning.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Coming Home

When Ron bumped heads with a woman in his office on the way out the door, he didn’t think much of it. He just said a quick apology, put his head back on his head, and continued on his way. In fact, he was opening the back door to his house before he noticed anything was wrong. He wouldn’t have even noticed then, except for the fact that he heard his wife’s screaming voice.

“Who are you and why are you breaking into our house?” She demanded to know.

“What?” Ron asked confused, “Honey, it’s me.”

It was the first time Ron had spoken since bumping heads. He noticed it was higher pitched. It took him a few more moments before he realized that wasn’t the only thing that was off. He began to draw the only logical conclusion. Somehow after bumping heads with the woman in his office, he had ended up swapping bodies with her! He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain this all to his wife, but he was pretty sure that he’d have to do it quickly, if he read the expression on her face correctly.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017


In the moments following the Great Shift, Alec wondered whose body he had suddenly been swapped into. He searched the woman’s pink tote, but couldn’t seem to find any clues about her identity. Luckily, he did come across her phone. If he couldn’t find out who he was, maybe he could at least use the phone’s GPS or maps function to figure out where he was. However, a quick swipe soon gave Alec another problem, the phone needed a passcode in order to be unlocked.

Alec cursed. He was standing here in the middle of the street in the body of some woman. He had bare legs with cool breeze blowing up a short skirt. He couldn’t even make a phone call or figure out a place to go. He took strange comfort in the fact that he probably wasn’t the only one in such a situation.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Culture (Part 3)

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Jiro couldn’t have been happier to find himself in a woman’s body, but something still didn’t feel quite right. He tried to ignore it, but it kept coming back. It eventually dawned on him.

Despite always feeling like a woman trapped in a man’s body, he never questioned his cultural heritage. Of course, when he found himself in the body of a white woman, there was still something off about his body. Whenever he wore traditional clothing, he knew people would look at him and see a woman appropriating another culture -- even if that culture was actually his own.

He could, of course, still hide this behavior. He could still dress however he wanted in private, in his house or his backyard. But out in the world, he’d have to simply dress like a typical white woman. But would he be any better off if he continued to hide what he truly felt like on the inside? What was the point of the whole body swap if he was still going to have to hide the way he truly wanted to be?

Monday, April 3, 2017

Culture (Part 2)

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Jiro’s heart raced as he got on the train and took it back to his home in the suburbs. As he watched the world pass by the tracks, he knew that even he suddenly found himself back in his own body at this instant, he was feeling pretty lucky just to have the experience of being a woman for even a short time.

After the train arrived in the station, he ran home as fast as he could and bolted up the stone steps out front. He spent a while looking at his reflection in the mirror before he really started to do anything.

He picked up a box of hair dye he usually used to mask the gray hairs that were slowly starting to appear on his former head; soon, he had dyed his blonde hair black. He dug out some old makeup he had in the bathroom. He used to wear it and dream of being a woman; now he actually was one. He completed the look with a kimono, which he knew would only be interpreted by any westerners as a dress.

It wouldn’t be the first time that he dressed up to look feminine inside his house, but it was amazingly liberating when he stepped back outside. Everything felt a lot more right than they had a few hours ago, but something still seemed off; he couldn’t quite place his finger on it and with all the good that he was feeling right now, it was pretty easy to ignore.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Culture (Part 1)

Living abroad had never been easy for Jiro. His job required him to be in the states, but he never felt like he fit in here. He appreciated how understanding and open everyone seemed to be in the big city, but he still could never reveal to anyone his secret; that he felt uncomfortable being a man.

As time wore on, he grew more and more miserable. He thought about quitting and heading back to his homeland. But one day, as he made his way through the crowded streets on his commute, something odd happened.

He bumped into a woman. Running into someone wasn’t exactly uncommon given the crowds, but he bowed and apologized as he continued on his way. That’s when he realized something strange. After the bump, he apparently swapped bodies with the woman! He felt instantly ecstatic in so many ways. Being a woman was like a dream come true. And being a white woman meant he might finally feel like he really fit in. He looked back to see his own body continue on its way. He figured the woman must have really been in quite a rush to not notice the swap. But he wasn’t complaining.