Better Spirits

Ling arrived at the bar and saw that the person is her body had already started drinking.

“Don’t worry, I just started. You want one?” Ling heard her own voice say in a thick Boston accent. It was weird hearing her voice talk like that, just as it was weird see her body move in a way that she only describe as distinctly masculine.

“No. Thank you.” Ling said quietly.

“Whoa! That’s wicked strange hearing my voice talk like that, but I guess this whole Great Shift thing is, eh?”

Ling hadn’t considered that it was equally weird for this man to hear his own voice speak with her Chinese accent too. And she supposed it was hard for him to see his body move in a more feminine manner as well. However, he did overall seem to be in much better spirits than she was.