“Well, if you have no clue how we swapped bodies, can you at least help me stand up? As a dude, I’m not exactly an expert in walking in your heels.” I sighed as I looked up at my own face.
I was resigned to this fate quickly -- switching bodies with a random woman on the subway. I was her; I was likely to be her for the rest of my life. In the movies when something like this happens, they try to fnd a way back; they usually succeed. But I had no idea how this had happened. I had no clue how to even start trying to swap back to normal. I had no connection with this woman to “better understand her” or whatever else people did in the movies. I had just become her, and she was me. And that was it.
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