I had agreed to meet the woman I swapped with at the bus stop outside the deli. There was a certain weirdness to it, because I was literally living in her apartment so she knew where I lived.
Still, I read online that there was a safety concern about meeting your former body in a public space, particularly for those now in the bodies of women. I supposed it made sense. I didn’t know anything about this woman; technically, I didn’t know if she was a one-to-one swap. The person in my old body could just be pretending, and I wouldn’t know. I suppose that was part of the whole safety aspect.
I felt good about being five minutes early. I was still feeling like I had this all figured out, and that I was completely on top of things.
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