It wasn’t my fault that everyone in the office swapped bodies. I was sure of this. My code was solid and free of bugs. Yet the timing of this was undeniable. It had all happened when I turned on my experimental device. And now I sat here in Maris’s body as I awaited a meeting with my boss.
It was hard to focus on what I was going to say; I was much too focused on the fact that I was presently a woman. Maris had manicured nails and always wore skirts in the office, which meant I currently had manicured nails and a skirt. I could at least prepare myself to be yelled at, or probably fired.
Yet when he called me in, the conversation was more...curious. My boss asked me how I did it, and if I could do it again. I wasn’t sure on either, or I wanted to insist I wasn’t even yet convinced it was my fault at all. Apparently, the powers that be convinced there was a way to market body swapping.
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