The lights in the room flashed again. We were getting used to knowing what that meant. They were like some sort of instructions that caused our brains to rewire, essentially swapping us into different bodies -- or at least thinking we were. I think we kept hoping this time would be the one where we’d all be returned to our own bodies; we weren’t so lucky.
If anything, this time it was worse. I found myself sitting on a couch, which was probably more comfortable than the positions many people took on the floor once the lights started flashing. But that comfort was short lived once I discovered what body I had ended up in this time. It was the third time everyone in the room swapped bodies, and it was my first time crossing the gender line. I was now in the body of one of the women. And it seemed I wasn’t the only one.
All the swaps up until this point had been men with men and women with women. But now? Well, it seemed all bets were off. You could become anyone in the room now. We had all stuck around so far, thinking of hoping we’d swap back. But with gender in play, I noticed a few people finally trickle out...I became worried. What would that mean if people’s original bodies were just...gone from the equation?
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