Blame

Harold was quite proud of his progress on the slopes, as he had gone from just learning how to ski a few days ago to nagivating a straight path down the slopes now. He hadn’t anticipated a rogue snowboarding doing all sorts of reckless tricks that he’d be unable to avoid.

After he collision, he began to yell at her carelessness, but became concerned when his voice came out higher pitched. He looked over to see a man on skis in a very familiar coat. It didn’t make sense; he was sure a snowboarder had run into him. Then he looked down at himself.

The snowboard was attached to his feet! He was wearing the pink jacket! He was a woman! The collision must have swapped their bodies like some sort of bad anime! It made no scientific sense, and yet the evidence was right in front of him.

He could worry about blame later; right now, he needed to find a way to get back to his own body!