And sure enough, after ten minutes, the super yelled for Carly to come in. He was cleaning up and explaining the problem; Carly was just disinterested and ready to leave. But things took a weird turn when the super started saying something in a foreign language. Suddenly, Carly’s joints ached and there was a rag in her hand. She saw her own body and her jaw dropped.
“What did you do?” She screamed, “Why am I you?”
“You’ll get used to it,” Her own body said, “I did. I was a young man before the super before me took my body. I didn’t want to be a chick, but I didn’t have much of a choice. There’s some sort of curse in the building. A new tenant switches into the super’s body, who then switches with the next new tenant. You’ll have all the handyman’s know-how, even about how to swap again. You just have to wait for a renter to ask for a repair. It’ll be just like this, but you’ll be on the other end of it. And I’ll even help you out. Consider this my notice; I’ll be out by the end of the month.”