I hadn’t really noticed how the woman who rented a room fromme in my apartment hadn’t left the house for several months. Her job allowed her to work from home; she ordered takeout and grocery delivery. She also made the occasional joke about marrying me for citizenship.
This all really only sunk in after the Great Shift and I found myself in her body when she finally explained how she was overstaying her visa. We both thought it wouldn’t matter after the Shift, considering no one could even really tell who ws who anyway. We were wrong.
Immigrations enforcement was just as bad as ever and applied in even stupider ways. For instance, since I was now in her body, apparently I was the one who could now be deported. Staying at home all the time was driving me mad. I filled my days with things like experimenting with new meal prep ideas and takingin my new found womanhood. And then the idea resurfance about marriage, only this time she joked, “Hey, you’d just be marrying yourself.”
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