I have heard stories from other people who were in crowds during the Great Shift; how things devolved into loud arguing or an outright riot. The crowd at the circus was eerily quiet. They were all staring at me now, and I was staring right back.
I didn’t know what was more surreal in that moment: seeing my former body in the front row with his jaw dropped in shock or know that somehow I could look up and actually see the butt of my new body. I had swapped with one of the performers, a contortionist. Her body was able to move in ways it probably shouldn’t be possible for a human to be able to move in. And I swapped with her mid-performance. I was honestly afraid to move, thinking it might be easy to hurt myself if I moved it this body the wrong way.
It took a while for me to realize that was my old mindset, thinking about the ways my former male body moved -- or how it didn’t. My new body’s flexibility seemed to have no limits, and once I calmed down, it was quite easy to get back into a normal standing position -- or, for that matter, to twist myself back up again.
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