Jake felt a vibration in his coat and eventually discovered a phone. He felt stupid for not checking for one earlier. The number calling him was (of course) his own. Discussing this whole body swap thing in person seemed like a good idea, so Jake told the woman in his body to meet him in the parking lot.
Now, he waited.
He leaned up against the car, and the waiting felt like forever. He began to feel ever more keenly aware of the fact that he was now female as time went on. And instead of thinking about how he might be cute if he smiled, he thought about how much he didn’t want to deal with any aspect of being a woman whatsoever. Not monthly cycles, not makeup or women’s clothing. And yet, it seemed like he wasn’t going to have a choice unless she showed up here with his body AND a solution.
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