He wanted to remove the uncomfortable heels on his feet, but the broken glass around the cars invalidated that option. Overall though, the cars themselves weren’t that badly damaged all things considered.
He looked to original body in the driver’s seat. There was some blood from a gash on the head, and the body appeared to be passed out. He stumbled over slowly in the heels to open the door and wake it.
“Who the hell are you?” The person inside his body asked.
“This isn’t your body?” He asked, having assumed it was that simple.
“Well, I’m certainly not in my own body, but I’ve never seen your body before in my life. Though if you want to exchange numbers, I certainly wouldn’t mind.”
“Dude! You’re in MY body! What does that tell you? I used to be a guy!”
“Well, you don’t look like a guy right now.”
From the other car, a similar argument was brewing, an argument about swapping bodies. It seemed this was very widespread, as if it was some sort of...Great Shift.
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