Our eyes met at the club. I could feel the instant connection between us, and we began grinding together on the dance floor. I don’t know how long we did that for; it was probably at least twenty minutes to a half hour. The entire time something felt a little bit off. That feeling kept growing, but it was hard to place. A complaint about her arthritis and it suddenly kicked in. Despite her youthful style, she was old -- much older than you would ever expect at a club.
But she wasn’t the only one who was off. I looked down at myself. Instead of a flat chest and a bulge in my crotch, there was a bulge in my chest and a flat crotch.
But as I looked around the club, I realized my gender change and her age change were actually mild compared to other club goers. I swear I saw one person with an elephant trunk instead of a nose and another with an extra set of arms instead of legs. And everyone was weirdly calm about all of it.
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