About a week after the Great Shift, they were making us all come back into the office. None of us really wanted to, but they tried to say explain it by telling us people working in grocery stores or at the docks didn’t the luxury of working at home at all. They tried to ease us in by easing the dress code. It wasn’t much comfort.
Based on the way she looked at me in the break room, I don’t think Marie liked seeing me dress her body in sneakers and gray sweats. Of course, she might just not like seeing me in her body at all, but what could I do about that?
The Great Shift had plopped me into her body and that was that. It was probably easier for both us back when we only had the rare interaction on a Zoom call, but running into each other face to face? Yeah, it was awkward.
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