Steve looked up. It was weird to see his own face. When he woke up in the wrong body, he immediately called himself -- apparently, he swapped with a woman named Ya. They discussed when and where to meet up to discuss things further. Steve arrived first and sat down before his own body showed up a few minute later.
“I’ve been doing research online,” Steve said as an introduction. “I’ve reached out to a few Redditors who clamed they swapped bodies. But I have a feeling they’re lying anyway.”
“It’s more than what I found,” Ya replied, “Which was mostly just trash stories.”
“So I guess we need to learn to live each other’s lives for a while...as best we can. What do you do for work?”
“I’m a dancer, in the ballet.”
Steve’s heart sank. He looked at his body’s overweight belly and suddenly felt very bad for Ya. She was stuck in his flabby middle aged body despite being an amazing agile dancer. Meanwhile, there was no way he was going to be able actually doing her job, which required years of training and practice, despite possessing her body. It seemed like whatever comes next was going to be very bad for her...
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