Late at Night

It wasn’t the body that Bruce had a hard time adjusting to, it was moments like these.

Alone. Waiting for a bus. It was probably something he had done countless times as a man; he had never thought much of it. But since becoming a woman, it was scary. He clutched his purse tightly; he held his keys in his hands; he had to be prepared if someone attacked him. He felt weak and small. He wasn’t sure if he even could defend himself successfully.

And it was all because of that stupid taxi. The one that stole his body from him, leaving in that driver’s body for weeks. This body’s boyfriend had been the one he wanted to swap with, but somehow he ended up as her instead. He broke up with the guy shortly after, and that put unnecessary expenses like cabs off the table. He’d never find the magic taxi again, and he was forced to take the bus, even late at night.