Never Fire a Shot into the Air

When I was young, my dad told me would take me hunting. He warned me never to fire a shot into the air, because you never knew where it was going to land. He even shared a story about a guy who knew who fired his rifle in celebration after bagging a deer only to have the bullet come down at hit him in the head as he left the forest. I don’t know if that story was true, but I probably should’ve taken his advice to heart.

When my friend and I got our hands on this weird body swapping ray, it started out as fun. You’d zap one person with it, zap another, and then the two people would swap bodies. We messed with people for hours.

We were laughing at the whole thing, and then my so-called friend decided to zap me. I wrestled it from his hands, knowing that I would swap with whoever was zapped next. I probably should’ve smashed the thing, or just swapped with him. Instead, I thought it would just be harmless to just shoot it in the air.

I should’ve listened to my dad.

It took about an hour for the shot to come back down to Earth. But I knew immediately when it did. I wasn’t with my friend anymore. I wasn’t in the same city anymore. I wasn’t even a guy anymore. Just as my dad had warned me when hunting, the shot of the body swap ray had come back down to Earth. I’m sure my friend would be amused by my current body. Heck, he was probably amused while talking to her now that she was in my body. She was probably freaking out with what I imagine were lots of “like”s and “gawd”s. But now I needed to figure out how to get back there and sort this whole mess out.