Maura watched her former body walk by. It was predictable at this point. It was same time every day, and she wanted to jump out and scream at it. She wanted to demand her body back, or at least get an explanation about why it was stolen from her in the first place. But she had chickened out so far usually after looking in the mirror or down at her current hands.
She now had the body of a rather large and burly man, and she knew exactly what shouting at her former body would look like to anyone else in the neighborhood. They’d call the police.
So she needed to wait until her body was walking here when no one else was around. It was a game of patience. And so far she had been good about it, but it was hard to hold back. She really needed to know why her body was stolen.
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