Outlet

“What are you doing, Shelby?” The man asked upon entering the apartment and seeing his girlfriend on her knees looking at a wall outlet.

“Well, for starters, I’m not ‘Shelby,’” She responded indignantly, “I’m not sure how I ended up in this body, but there were sparks coming out of the outlet in my apartment and sparks in this outlet after the swap. This isn’t my body; this isn’t my building; I certainly shouldn’t be a woman!”

“You're a dude? There’s a dude in my girlfriend’s body.”

“Relax. All I’ve been doing since I found myself in Shelby here is trying to examine this outlet to figure out how all this happened. Being like this is the last thing in the world I want, and I’d very much like to be myself again.”