I don’t think most people have ever looked around in a crowd and thought to themselves, “Which one of these people would I want to swap bodies with?” It’s probably maybe a dozen people in a crowd of one hundred. Those aren’t great odds.
And so I, like most people, ended up in a body that wasn’t my own that I certainly didn’t want. I went from being a young guy in my twenties to a woman several decades older.
My girlfriend let me borrow some of her clothes, which probably only made me feel worse about the whole situation. I was surprised I could squeeze myself into the pants and top she had given me, but I looked absolutely stupid for wearing it. Of course, they were more appropriate for my girlfriend’s former beautiful 22-year-old body than the form I currently inhabited.
I could only hope someone would find a way to undo it all.
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