No Encore

Jackson was breathing heavily and the outlandish outfit he had on was something he would never wear. He could hear a crowd cheering in this distance, but his world was upside-down. This wasn’t his body.

“They’re asking for an encore, Tanya,” He heard a voice say. It was obviously directed at him.

Tanya? The singer? From what he could see of the stage outfit and this body from a first person perspective, it seemed to check out. He was in the body of one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and he had no idea what to do about.

“Not tonight,” He said, “No encore. I can’t. I just...can’t.”

A woman in a skirt suit came rushing over and began to ask if everything was all right. Jackson didn’t even know where to begin how to answer that question.

One Pill Makes You...

All drugs at the pharmacy where detailed and tracked in the computers for obvious reasons, so the stray bottle that Alvin found was worrisome. There was nothing about it in the internal system, and even looking it up on the internet didn’t yield any clear results. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him.

He should’ve known better. Technically, he did know better. Taking a mysterious random drug was a bad idea, yet that’s exactly what he did. It was a single pill, and the change was instant -- transforming his body into a woman’s.

That certainly didn’t make any sense. He knew a good number of trans patients that picked up drugs and would give everything for this sort of miracle treatment. But instead of thinking too much about the good the medicine in the bottle could do in the world, his thoughts quickly turned to ask himself: What would happen if I took a second pill?

First Month at College

Morgan was surprised to see her former body with a big smile on it. She couldn’t remember the last time she had smiled. She had experienced a lot of bullying growing up -- due to either her mixed race heritage in a small, rural, white town; or due to the fact that she was overweight; or both.

But Jay seemed to be beaming from inside Morgan’s body. Of course, Morgan knew why. Jay was a transwoman.

Jay had also grown up in a rural town, and she often hid who she truly was behind a male exterior that was expected of her. For Jay, being inside of Morgan’s body was a dream. She had only recent started hormones thanks to the college health office, but a body swap? Well, it skipped all of that. Morgan was happy to be a part of it, and -- to be honest -- she kind of liked being in Jay’s body, just not nearly as much as Jay seemed to enjoy being in hers.

Not the Plan

It was still pretty hard for Gregory to believe this little doodad could swap people’s bodies, despite the fact that he had not only used it several times now -- he had also figured out how to make it profitable.

He had always been a little bit of a sleaze, so his plan was generally simple while also being shady. Step one: Steal someone’s body. Step two: Charge them money to swap back to normal.

Of course, just about everyone was quick to agree to these terms. Everyone until Michelle. He’d been in her body for three days now, and he hadn’t heard anything -- not a phone call, not an email, not even a text message. No money had been wired into his account. It was almost like she didn’t want to swap back. And without access to her in his body, he wouldn’t be able to swap back; he’d be stuck as her. This wasn’t part of his plan.

Parenting

It was hard for Evan to forget the moment right before the Great Shift, telling his wife that he wasn’t ready to have kids yet and seeing the hurt in her face. The next moment he was inside of a woman’s body with two very demanding toddlers grabbing onto his legs.

A odd, natural motherly instinct came over him at that moment, and he found himself simply pretending to be the woman he appeared to be. As he learned of the Great Shift and how it had given him his present body, he also found this woman’s kids were very lucky to be unshifted. After speaking with this woman, her husband, and his wife, they all agreed it was best for the kids if Evan continued to pretend.

As the years passed and Evan sent both the kids off to elementary school, he was finally glad to get a bit of time for himself. He had been so concerned with raising the kids and being a mom, that he was only now beginning to truly appreciate the fact that he was also now a woman. Things like going to the gym during the school day felt like a vacation, a glass of wine with some other moms was like a God-sent...

Island Warrior, Guys vs. Gals (Episode 2)

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Six Foot

It was a sudden change that Marcus experienced when his body just seemed to feel more noodly and gangly. It caused him to stumble, and he dropped his phone and sunglasses -- except that wasn’t his phone and he hadn’t even brought sunglasses with him that day. As he went to pick them up, he realized why -- he was no longer even in his own body!

It certainly explained the sudden feeling of change. His new body was very fall and quite slender -- not to mention a woman. He estimated his new height was close to six feet; it was quite rare to see a woman that tall, but now he’d see one every day. And she was remarkably thin. He wasn’t sure if that had something to do with how tall she was, as correlation certainly isn’t causation, but on that same note, he did wonder if he might be in the body of some type of model.

Generally

The general had never seen such chaos on base before with every solider deserting en masse and ranting about body swapping. He made calls to the Pantagon that went unanswered; the general was baffled.

After about an hour, a woman arrived. She was older and seemed to have way too much plastic surgery to cover up this fact. She began to explain that she was one of the soldiers from the base swapped into this body. The entire world was apparently like this. Everyone had swapped bodies; the general was the apparent exception and not the norm.

The general eyed the woman up and down. If all his soldiers were in this condition, the entire army was going to be in big trouble.

Service Delays

It was a shock for Ron to find himself swapped into the body of his co-worker, Maria. It was even more shocking when they both learned just about everyone in the world had also been swapped.

With everyone everywhere being screwed up, the boss decided just to let everyone go home for the day, and Ron headed into the subway so he could get back to Brooklyn. It probably wasn’t a large logical leap to go from “everyone swapped bodies” to “no one was in a condition to run the trains,” but it wasn’t even something Ron had thought of.

With service delays and cancelations on just about every line, he had no choice but to ask Maria if he could stay with her, as she lived nearby in El Barrio.

Love

John could still remember a time when he loved Amber deeply. After all, that was only about twenty minutes ago before the Role Exchanger hovered over the wedding venue and started switching bodies, personalities, and emotions around. It was just trying to understand the human concept of “love,” but none of the guests realized this. They were all just dealing with new bodies and new feelings.

For instance, John was now in the body of Amber’s friend Lacey. His love changed, too. From a romantic attraction to a long-standing friendship. He knew he once was, he just -- well, he no longer fit that role. Whoever was in his body now seemed happy enough to be dancing with Amber; if that even was still technically Amber. He didn’t really have any way of knowing. It wasn’t like he was going to tell people he was anyone other than Lacey either...

Not Too Bad

Emi always tried to explain to her boyfriend Ted how much she hated camping, yet he would always find some way to drag her along. However, planning a camping trip in the middle of winter proved to be the last straw. Emi wasn’t going to take it anymore, and created a plan that she hoped would teach Ted a lesson for good.

With a little magic, she swapped their bodies. There were certain inconveniences she always experienced as a woman in the woods that she hoped Ted would now appreciate.

And yet, several days into the trip, Ted seemed undeterred; he actually seemed to be enjoying himself! Emi had to ask how he was coping with everything as they sipped on hot cocoa by the fire.

“Well, I probably feel colder than I ever remember being in my life, and using the bathroom is more difficult, but it’s not too bad.” He said with a shrug.

S41FT - "Paper Constellations"

Noodles

Watching the news reports about the Great Shift calmed me down. They didn’t exactly make me feel better about suddenly becoming a woman, but at least it was an explanation. I probably watched for six or seven hours before I got hungry and went to the fridge.

It was empty. Well, mostly. There were a few left over noodles and some sugar packets, but otherwise it was completely empty! The cabinets were only marginally better with some crackers and an unopened ketchup bottle. I pondered for a while how anyone could live like this with almost no food in the house.

I also realized probably nothing would be open and no one would be delivering on account of the Shift. I’d have to do my best. I ate the small number of noodles first; I was still hungry afterwards, but I told myself it was enough. The next morning would be a feast of ketchup on crackers, hoping that would be enough for at least a single store or restaurant to open the next day.

Spreadsheets and Documents

It wasn’t being stuck in Serena’s body that Dave took issue with. In fact, he found being stuck in the body of a woman to be quite pleasant. The skirts that hugged his body, the sweet perfume he applied in the morning -- it all just felt so wonderful.

But then there was her job. He didn’t understand any of it. The spreadsheets, the paperwork -- it was all so confusing. For the first few days, he just let it pile up on her desk. After all, he didn’t expect to be swapped with her for very long; she could just take care of it all when they switched back.

But then days grew into weeks. While Dave was having a blast on nights and weekends, he was worried he’d be fired if he couldn’t figure out Serena’s 9-5. And if he couldn’t do that, he wouldn’t get paid, and those nights and weekends would become far less fun. But no matter how much he tried, none of the documents made sense to him.

Another Spell

Ryan flipped through the pages of the old book. It wasn’t looking promising. Eveything in here talked about how magic spells were permanent. If so, that meant he’d be stuck swapped into Julia’s body forever.

But then again, this thing was older than dirt! Maybe there was a newer edition where the magic has been updated! It seemed like a long shot, but there were still so many books to go through, he had to keep his hopes up. After all, he didn’t want to be stuck as Julia!

And yet page after page revealed few results. Then he finally came across a spell, it wouldn’t reverse the swap, but it might still resolve his issues. It was a short spell that allowed the user to be comfortable in their own skin. It seemed innocent enough, but then again, messing with magic is what got him stuck in this body in the first place.

Synthetic Brain

“I don’t think I understand,” Jeff said looking at the jar, “If that’s my brain in there, then whose brain is inside this woman’s head? Controlling her body?”

The mad scientist was getting tired of explaining this. He had done so several times now. But he sighed as he tried again, “There is no brain inside that woman’s head right now.”

“Then how am I thinking? And moving her fingers and muscles?”

“It’s a synthetic substitute brain of my own design. It does link nicely with organic parts. The greatest revolution in transplants since the artificial heart.”

“But how did I end up in this body?”

“As I said, there is really no part of ‘Jeff’ in that body. The only part of ‘Jeff’ is that brain on the table.”

“Okay, then why are my thoughts in this body?”

“A better question! And a bit of a mixup I’m afraid. Everything that made Jeff who he was ended up in that body’s synethetic brain. Even though, as I said, no part of you is Jeff at all.”

The Canal

The heavy rains the night before had caused the canal that ran through town to crest in a few places. I noticed a woman splashing through one of the places where he had overflowed.

She looked up and asked me, “Do you know why they tell you not to swim in the canal? To not drink the water?”

“I’m going to guess sewage runoff?” I replied.

“No, it was built on a magical water source that can transform someone’s gender. Believe it or not, I was a man yesterday. I tried to drink it again just now, but I’m still stuck as a woman. I’m wondering if the rain diluted the magic, or if the transformation is one way. Could you maybe drink a little bit and see if you change?”

The Magician's Assistant

No Phone in Hand

Most people seemed to have a phone in their hand when the Great Shift happened. Instead of going into panic, they searched news sites for information. It was different for me. Sure, I did have a phone in my hand before the Great Shift like everyone else, but now there was a hot cup there instead. My brain didn’t even react for several minutes before it started to burn the tips of my fingers.

The sound of shattering ceramic distracted people from searching on their phones momentarily. Without being able to join them, I finally had to ask aloud, “What’s going on? What happened? Did everyone turn into women?”

“Obviously not,” A man said, “Though we did all switch bodies. People are freaking out about it all over the internet.”

Swapping bodies? I looked down at my hands. I didn’t just become a woman; I had become someone else; someone else’s life...

The Maid Clause

“Is this even legal?” An exhausted Chris asked a very tiring week on Exchange Island, “It feels like slavery. At least it’s only for two weeks.”

Upon landing on the Island, instead of swapping into the body of a guest, he ended up in the body of one of the resort’s maids. And instead of a relaxing vacation, he was immediately put to work.

“It’s in the contract,” His now co-worker Derek explained, “And you should’ve read it more carefully, because you will be stuck here for a lot longer than two weeks.”

“What are you talking about? That’s how long my vacation is. Then it’s time to swap back, like normal. Right?”

“The maid clause is different. It would obviously be hard to get people to work here permanently in someone else’s body, so it’s a rotation of guests in these bodies for six months at a time. You’ll actually be swapped out into a random body who will take over the roll at that point.”

“I’m no even going to get my own body back after all this? Are you serious?”

Bully

Let’s not talk about how I swapped bodies with a woman. I’ll just tell you that it wasn’t malicious, and it wasn’t my fault. As you might imagine, the woman did want her body back -- but I didn’t exactly want to give it back either.

So I made a deal.

If I could stay on the mechanical bull for thirty seconds, I could keep her body. She didn’t want to agree to this, but I was the one in control of her body, and the deal was the only way to get me out of it.

Once I got, you’d better believe I held on for dear life. It felt like I was on forever before I was finally tossed. But my actual time? 30.02 seconds.

She demanded I give it back anyway, but I told her a deal is a deal. Did I feel bad about taking her body? Sure. But I also feel like I earned it fair and square.

Time to Lump Natalie TF in with the Hypocritical Rich Bastards

I don't usually post personal updates on this site. I doubt anyone wants to read them anyway, but today is different. Today is a day when I stop feeling bad or guilty about a thing that's been gnawing at me for a while now. On a certain blog, there was a post critical of me and my use of AI. In all frankness, AI is what allowed me to turn back to captioning; it allowed me to make video content; it's given me a lot more peace with myself than I care to admit.

But within that post, there was a lot of viciousness at me and other people who choose to make TSF content with AI. In the since deleted post, there was a not-so-subtle accusation that this was all some sort money grab. As if I am flush with cash from writing TG Captions or using AI to make videos. I am still waiting for this imaginary money bin of gold to swim in.

And when she wrote the post, I did have a good month! Somewhere in the neighborhood of $50-$100, which I think mentioned in a comment but also warned it was short-lived. Sure enough, January has rolled around and we are back to a monthly loss from generating this stuff. So, yeah, I'm flush with all that NEGATIVE $100 in cash.

Every once and a while, I still visit Natalie's page. I generally like reading her insights and what she has to say. Today was just enlightening. I came across the following quotes:

Rich people just want to keep people away. [M]y investments still made me over $7,000 in unrealized gains this month...

Natalie is exactly the type of rich person she's trying to decry. She's a hypocrite of the worst kind. She's making more in A MONTH in passive income than my captions and videos make in a YEAR, and she's going to fucking guilt trip me about that? Are you kidding me? That is exactly the kind of rich-person behavior she is pretending to decry.

I certainly haven't done this for 10+ years because of the money that it brings in (or doesn't bring in, really), but I'm done feeling bad about the little bit that it does. I felt a sadness and guilt over Natalie's comments initial...maybe I should find a way to offer everything without making money? That guilt is gone. My videos and blog CAN HAVE ADS. Maybe I will even finally accept one of the sponsorships offered in my inbox? Who knows!? I'm certainly through with concerning myself with what one hypocritical rich girl says that kept me down for far too long.

Oh. (Part 2)

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She kept calling me up after that, often with a good amount of begging and pleading. I wouldn’t budge for several weeks...until she came up with a compromise plan.

There were a lot of forms and meetings with judges. However, after about six months everything was approved and scheduled, and I stepped out of government body swap chamber in yet another new, different body.

She had called in a friend, a guy who had both his own body die in the Shift along with the mind of the woman he ended up as. He just wanted to be a guy again -- any guy.

So she could have her body back. He’d have my original body. And this new body was all mine. No one would come pleading to me asking for it to be returned to them this time -- though in the end, I was sort of glad to help out while still getting exactly what I wanted...

Twinsies! (Episode 2)

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Deserved It

Andy knew that Marcy was probably enjoying this far too much. Even as the sweat blurred his eyes to the point where he couldn’t see, he could still hear the laughter of his former body.

And he hated to admit it, but he probably completely deserved it.

Before the Great Shift, he had never been nice to women like Marcy. He would mock them at the gym just like she was mocking him now. He guessed he probably made fun of her directly once or twice, though he wouldn’t have bothered to recognize her face before.

And then the Great Shift put him into her the body -- the type of body he would call a “whale” or some other terrible term, the type of body that struggled with only a few push-ups.

He told himself he could improve it and get this body in shape. But Marcy in his former body wasn’t going to make that journey easy.

The Void

I didn’t know where I was. I had remembered blacking out, and I woke up in this dark place with almost nothing around in every direction. The only exception was a woman who stood there dressed all in white.

“You are in the void now,” She said.

She responded to my questions before I even had the chance to ask them. “The voice is a very special place,” She continued, “You are free to leave at any time, but I suspect you remain here for a reason. Unlike in the outside world, you can be anyone or anything you wish in here. I was a man on the outside, but I remain here because I want to maintain this form. But as you can also see, it is empty and lonely in here. Even I will disappear shortly and return to my own void of solitude. But the choice is still yours. Remain here in the nothingness and be anyone you wish, or return to your own body in the real world.”

Saved

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all going to plan. I just gotta go to the safe deposit box with this chick’s stolen body, and it’s all ours. Then I switch back to my own body and off her.”

The woman in the back of the cab spoke of an rather outrageous plan about stealing cash and bodies. Under most normal circumstance, Mark would’ve dismissed it as crazy talk. But things weren’t exactly normal for Mark right now.

He had experienced a body swap of his own with the driver of this very cab. That was obvious proof body swapping existed, and this person’s conversation wasn’t madness. And he also knew he would have to swap again; he doubted he would ever find a more deserving candidate. On top of everything, he’d be saving her life -- no matter what body she was presently in. He might have to become a woman to do it, but it seemed worth it.

Change of Plans

It seemed like a good deal to Charlotte. She just had to let the old billionaire swa bodies with her for the afternoon, and she would be paid ten million Euros. How could she say no?

There were even safeguards in place. For instance, she’d be with him the entire time to make sure he didn’t do anything weird with her body or run off. The afternoon also just proved to be quite pleasant, and even if his body was older than hers was, it was still in good enough shape.

As they chatted, the man laughed, “Thank you for doing this. I’ve enjoyed my time. I’m glad you didn’t run off in my body.”

“What do mean?” Charlotte asked, as she was convinced it was he who would run off with her body.

“Well, I know I agreed to pay you millions, but if you ran off in my body? Well, you’d have billions to your name. While I value my little vacation as you, that’s not something I’d ever give up.”

Suddenly,it was Charlotte who was formulating a plan in her head

Defense

Before the Great Shift I had been a pretty fit guy. I kind of took it for granted, I guess. Even after swapping into a woman’s body, I didn’t think things were going to be much different. Yet when I was walking home one day after work, he came after me.

I didn’t know if he was after my purse or my body, but I immediately started flailing about. What would’ve probably looked like a decent punch and a kick if I was still in my original body felt like an awkward burst of uncoordinated stupidity.

Fortunately, whatever I did, it worked. The guy ran away, and both my purse and I were safe. But I think that moment changed me more than the actual Shift did. The Great Shift may have put me into the body of a woman, but it was in that moment when I truly started to feel what that meant for me and my life.

Body Swaps of History - The Gettsyburg Address

Twist of Fate

Using the magic spell to steal his neighbor’s body was the easy part. But sneaking the book back out of the house so she’d never find it was the real challenge.

Then again, you learn a few things as a 300 year old wizard that come in handy in cases like these. Spells that trigger on a timer, illusions that make things invisible, teleportation. Heck, the body swap spell that allowed him to take Sandra’s body was actually the easiest part of this whole thing! And she’d never know about the magic either; she’d think it was all some weird twist of fate.

Usual

“Hello?” Mack shouted as loud as he could, “Is anyone out there that could possibly untie me? I promise I’m not mad about being swapped into this body; I won’t try to fight you if you let me go. I’m actually kind of happy and curious about it!”

But no one seemed to be coming to let him out. Mack was left frustrated. He was swapped into the absolutely gorgeous body of a woman, and yet he couldn’t explore it in the slightest. The natural reactions of having different body parts were muted by the fact that he had his arms and legs tied to the table.

As time passed, he wondered if maybe that was part of the idea. His interest in self-exploration dwindled the longer he spent in this body. After about an hour, he barely even considered his new body to be all that unusual.

Fat Fingers

Bo entered his apartment with his groceries, replaced his shoes with slippers, and pouted in the same way he had done every since the Great Shift. Everything was a reminder about the body he ended up as a result.

The grocery store had been no different. Instead of the soda and frozen pizza he’d usually buy, he went for things like vegetables and fresh fruit. His fat fingers picking up each item were a reminder of how he wanted to lose weight in his new female body.

He wouldn’t have wanted to be female if given a choice, and being overweight felt like adding insult to injury. At least most of the other guys he knew that became woman got to be hot! He ended up as...this! But as he put away the groceries, he told himself he could improve this body; he could do better...

As Much Damage As Possible

Maintaining the company’s servers was technically Jose’s job. Even as he was worried about the daily load, no one kept him informed what sort of informaton was being transmitted that required so much bandwidth. It was a sheer accident that revealed everything.

The massive body swap across the company that day brought confessions from management about the secret projects involving brain uploads.

Jose was told to get back down to the basement to get the servers back online. As he trudged back downstairs, he thought about how he had been kept the dark, took one look at the female body he ended up in, and instead decided to unplug everything to cause as much damage as possible.

Ordinary

I still regularly went to plenty of TG Fiction sites on the web long after my own transformation. I surfed through plenty of images on caption sites of women with unrealistic proportions and bimboized brains in their heads. Then I often found myself looking in the mirror. I never felt pretty enough in comparison.

But when I was given the chance to transform, I could’ve picked the bleached blonde type with giant balloons on my chest; I didn’t want that. Maybe that’s why I was given the opportunity when so many other guys are passed over. I didn’t ask for a lot; I just wanted to be a plain, ordinary woman.

I ran an A/B asking people who they’d rather swap with, my own face or a stereotyped blonde bombshell of version of myself. I lost by a 60 point margin to the glossy version. It was the kind of thing that always made me feel not pretty enough, yet somehow I knew I was exactly as pretty as I wanted to be.

Spare Change

Declining Birth Rates

The birth rate had been falling for years, but it absolutely cratered after the Great Shift. The body swapping event shattered relationships, and it also turned out that many men in women’s bodies were less than eager about the idea of getting pregnant and giving birth.

Governments began to implement all sorts of incentives to encourage reproduction. Those programs were enough to finally convince Buck, who qualified simply due to the fact that he had been shifted into a woman’s body.

He was on his third pregnancy at this point. He had gotten used to the process by now. Show up for artificial insemination, sit around at home for nine months, give birth, let the government collect the baby, and then take his check. It sure seemed better than working and holding a steady job!

People like Buck weren’t exactly ideal for the program, but the payout wasn’t exactly alluring for high income earners. But still, there were enough people like Buck that it got results!

Recording

Caroline was pleased to see the man with her former body sitting at the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet. She was a little more concerned when he pulled out her phone and began filming.

It made her uneasy. She no longer felt comfortable discussing the swap directly and instead did her best to talk about it vaguely. If she was recorded mentioning it, he could probably get her locked in a mental hospital or something. And maybe that was his plan!

But as long as he was filming, she couldn’t exactly mention THAT either, or really confront him in any way. So she spoke in a similar manner, questioning the filming and making a non-specific accusation. He nodded, completely out of view of the phone’s camera, of course...

There, But Different

Nick pointed down in shock to what was now between his legs. His first thought was about what WASN’T between his legs, but it really felt more like something being rearranged instead of actually being gone.

Suddenly swapping bodies with a woman wasn’t as earth shattering as he thought it might be -- though he hadn’t actually given much thought to this before the moment it actually happened -- but it didn’t exactly feel normal either. Just different.

And then there was the matter of figuring out how this happened, or (more accurately) figuring out how to do it again in order to get back to normal. He didn’t have these answers, and they didn’t look like they would come to him any time soon.

Nametag

Everyone at the three-day body swapping conference was required to wear a nametag. Simon didn’t really understand. What was the point of swapping bodies if everyone was going to instantly know who you really were? I mean, sure, he probably wouldn’t be able to convince anyone he was anything other than an awkward thirty-five year old male computer programmer, but he at least had the perfect disguise that he could try with!

After a busy day of conversing with people who immediately knew who he really was, he went back to his hotel and took off the chartreuse blazer he wore all day. The nametag caught his eye, and he quickly realized it was more than what it seemed. There were microchips inside and a tracker. He could hack it, and then it would be theoretically possible to keep this body beyond the duration of the conference.

He might just get a chance to do exactly what he had hoped after all!

Say Cheese!

Evan’s friends often wondered why he carried a traditional camera around with him instead of simply using his phone. The fact of the matter was that the camera happened to be anything but traditional -- it was magic!

He could load a photo of anyone he had ever taken a picture of and use the camera to transform into that person. It was fun being someone else for a while, and -- while he never told anyone -- he took a particular pleasure taking the form of any women he captured. Over the years, he had collected thousands of photos of thousands of people, and he could be any one of them for as long as he wanted.

Scrolling back to the start of the roll where his photo was stored was always a bit of a pain. And, truth be told, sometimes it spent a little longer than originally planned as someone else simply because he didn’t want to bother with all that scrolling. Though he never really minded the extra time as someone else...

S41ft - "Odd One Out"

Over There!

“Give me back my body!” Rich screamed at the top of his lungs to the face that were his just a few moments ago.

“Don’t look at me! Look at that weird guy with the ray gun over there!” Jenna shouted back.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just turn around and look behind you.”

But by the time Rich turned around, the man in the suit with the ray gay had ducked behind a corner. It left Rich in a difficult position; should he trust what Jenna was saying or not?

But as he pondered his choices, Jenna began to run after the man with the ray gun. With few options in front of him, Rich had to then run after Jenna. If there was a weird man, maybe they’d catch him. If there wasn’t, he sure wasn’t going to let this woman get away with his body!

Trustworthy

“Are you sure they’re working this time?” Finley asked Arnold, “The last time you told they were fixed, I put it on and instead of returning to my own body, I found myself in Melissa’s.”

“It was just a bug,” Arnold assured him, “Totally fixed now. I promise.”

“Well, I suppose i can’t be worse than being Melissa. I’ve hated being a woman and dealing with things at the absolute worst possible time of the month...if you know what I’m saying?”

Arnold just kept smiling. He really didn’t know if the helmets were fixed, but he was certainly intereste to see what would happen if Finley used it again. His brain could end up just about anywhere.

Going the Distance

As a courier, Curtis was used to walking long distances, but he wasn’t use to doing so in heels and with a body that was several decades older than his own and not nearly as in good shape -- and not to mention female!

He had been bringing a package to a lawyer’s office in midtown when the Great Shift happened, leaving him stuck in the body of one of the attorney’s, an Asian woman in her 50s who lived in the suburbs. After a few moments of pure confusion, news reports came in online about the body swapping event. People were advised to head home if possible or stay put if not.

The subways were down, so any transit would have to be on foot. The walk back to the Bronx was a long one for Curtis, but he told himself he was used to it. Unfortunately, his present body wasn’t. Yet he still pushed on -- even with pinched feet and pure exhaustion. And as much as he hurt right now, he told himself being back in his apartment would make him feel so much better.

Window Shopping

Michael and Benjamin hadn’t planned to swap bodies with the two Asian tourists, but they were certainly having a good time. There was just something exciting about seeing your own city through someone else’s eyes.

Though after a few days, they decided they wanted to make these bodies a little more their own. The holidays were in full swing and the stores were having sales. They could both embrace an exciting new style, but excactly what kind of style could that be? A little browsing and window shopping could help answer those questions; maybe a little time in the fitting rooms? They hadn’t bought much so far, but they were already so excited about this idea.

Uncanny

Given the Great Shift, the chaos of the hotel lobby was understandable. Still, Emily was able to find her former body without much effort. It was still pretty much in the same place where she had been before swapping bodies.

She wasn’t quite sure what to say to it, but what came out was, “Excuse me. That’s my body.”

The person inside said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t ask to swap into it. My name is Jackson.”

Jackson seemed polite; Emily didn’t trust him for a second.

However, she couldn’t place why. There was nothing about what he said or did that gave her any reason to think she couldn’t trust him, but maybe it was just because he was doing it all in her body. It wasn’t hearing her own voice or seeing her own body; it was the way he did it. He just made it move different in a way that was unsettling. It wasn’t like looking at a mirror or watching a video -- it was like gazing into the uncanny valley of yourself

It's a Wonderful Wife (Part 2)

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In Person

It had been a few weeks since he Great Shift and Kevin had agreed to meet his guy friends at the mall for the first time in person since they all swapped bodies with other people. He was quite nervous about the whole thing. After all, he had seen them all on several video calls to plan this thing, and they all looked like gorgeous models. The closest thing he got to a compliment was an assurance that his new body was “not that bad.”

Of course, that was just his face. They hadn’t seen his now flabby arms or out of shape butt. He hated being stuck in this woman’s body! He only managed to convince himself by hoping the others might have some embarrassing off screen traits as well.

However, when he saw they in person, they were all even more beautiful than he imagined. And to make matter worse, they seemed to have somehow mastered fashionable clothing and the latest makeup trends too -- he felt even more awkward!

The Job Market

The job market had tightened in recent months, and Mel had heard women were being hired at higher rates than men. It made sense. Women had started outpacing men in college graduation rates, and the zeitgeist around men being lazy and arrogant were stronger than others -- none of it added up to encouraging news for a guy entering the workplace.

Still, his name was gender neutral enough -- perhaps he could fake it? A wig? A dress? And Trying to pitch up his voice just enough to be convincing? He hoped it would all be enough to land the gig.

And sure enough, it was. But now he had to put on a smile and come to the office every day like this? He guessed so. He really needed this job, after all...

Go Ask Alice

“I haven’t had a decent bite to eat for days.” The woman claiming to be my roommate, Jason, explained, “I’ve drunk potions that shrunk me, bit into cakes that turned me into a woman, got chased by a homicidal tyrant, engaged with a caterpillar that was high as f*ck, spoke with a crazy rabbit and his crazy friends...”

I cut him off, “That sounds an awful lot like...”

“I know exactly what it sounds like,” She piped back, “And I also know you probably don’t think I am who I say I am -- that I’m just some pretty face trying to exploit you for a free meal. But I’m telling the truth. And my body transformed into, well, into this down there. I probably could’ve stayed longer trying to get back to normal, but I thought it was much wiser to take the opportunity to escape before someone cut off my head. But, again, you know the tale. You know what it sounds like...”

Helicopter

Alec had always been a helicopter parent to his daughter. He pressured her to do well -- to achieve in academics and athletics. He pushed her in gynmastics and he completely rewrote her college essays to help her get into a good school. But now, he was worried he was going to cost her everything.

She had gone off to college, and he was worried about her slipping grades. He wished he could be there to help her improve them, at least for a little bit. He had no idea the wish would swap him into her body -- at the worst possible time.

It was moments before the gynmastics team tryouts. It was the one thing he couldn’t do for her. She had spent years learning and training her body. He didn’t know how to do the moves or the routine. And if his daughter wasn’t on the gymnastics team? It would mean the end of her scholarship. And without that money, the school would be too expensive.

All he could think about was how much he messed this up.

Double

“Have you come any closer to figuring out to transform yourself back to normal?” She asked what she thought was her husband, “Quite honestly, it’s weird to see another version of me running about the house.”

“Why do you assume I’m the copy?” The other woman responded, equally believing her to be the original.

“Because you are. When your machine turned you into a copy of me, I let you wear my clothes and everything, but you were supposed to be fixing it to get back to your own self, not play psychological games with me.”

“That’s not the way I remember it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who invented the machine that turned YOU into a copy of ME. And I’ve been lending you MY clothes.”

“So, we both think...and that means there’s no one even able to fix the machine...even if we could figure out WHO should go back to that life...”

The Hail Mary

Collapse

Troy rushed over when he saw someone collapse. It was only when he got close that he realized the collapsed body was his! But if that was his body, then who was he...

...His focus than shifted to himself, or rather, the body he currently seemed to be in. He looked down in disbelief at his now feminine form. It was weird to think he had run over in a sheer moment of concern while wearing this tight fitting skirt and high heels; he hadn’t noticed these things or his new body in the slightest.

He checked on his original body once more. It was still breathing. There was still a pulse. If he was in this woman’s body, maybe she was in his? Maybe she would wake up with answers? Yet somehow he doubted it...

SwapRoulette

Discovering the SwapRoulette app, I downloaded it on a whim. It was basically just a single button that said “SWAP.” Without really thinking about it, I pressed it. Suddenly, with my finger still on the button, I was now using the app with a very different body. Not being used to suddenly becoming a woman or wearing heels, I immediately stumbled and dropped the phone.

At first, I was worried I might’ve broken the phone. I cursed this woman for using the app while walking. But when I bent down to pick it up, the phone was fortunately fine. The app, however? There was no option to swap back; there was only the same singular button to SWAP again.

Returning to my former self felt like impossible odds. I could stay like this, but did I really want to be a woman? Then again, if I used it again, I might end up in a body that was better...or worse.

What Do We Do?

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Twinkletoes

Shane ran ten blocks in a short skirt and high heels to get back to his bar. Given the fact that pretty much everyone in the world had just swapped bodies, he could understand why it had cleared out. Only a single person was now there, a woman wearing a ballet tutu.

“We’re closed,” He told here.

“I needed a drink,” The ballerina slurred.

“And I said we’re closed.”

“The bartender told me I could stay before he just sort of...ran off.”

“I’m the bartender AND the owner.”

“Then cut me some slack! Look at me! I went from getting down on one knee proposing to my girlfriend to...this! I was tiptoeing twinkletoes after this whole body swapping mess.” The woman looked down at the heels on Shane’s feminine feet and continued, “I thought you’d understand.”

Shane sighed and grabbed one for himself.

Still a Shock

It was quite obvious what had happened to Tristian from the moment he woke up, but it didn’t make looking in the mirror and see his new reflection any less shocking. It was the confirmation of what he had already figured out -- he was now a woman.

The clothes fit far too well and the surroundings were far too different, he had clearly swapped bodies with this woman and woken up in her body and in her home. But who was she? And was she now in his body?

She must have a phone somewhere. He should probably find it and call himself to figure this whole thing out. Though he had no idea if just contacting her would be enough; he still needed to figure a way to swap back to normal!

S41FT - "How Do I Look?"

Nursed

Calvin hadn’t expected to look over and see his former body standing there. He forced an awkward smile as he looked at the man he once was -- tired, withered, frail. It was holding itself up by gripping onto the side of the desk, and it tried to speak but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry,” Calvin said. “I didn’t ask for this. It just happened.”.

Though he hadn’t been the least bit upset about swapping into the nurse’s body, it was only now just dawning on him that meant she probably swapped into his. Perhaps he just figured her soul vanished somewhere into the ether or that she would’ve perished quickly in his body. Yet her she was now standing before him -- as if waiting for reasons that Calvin just didn’t have..

“I can try to make your last moments comfortable,” He added, “If that’s any consolation. Though I suppose that was technically your job anyway -- or my job now.”