I hadn’t had any time to process why I was lying on the street or even why I was outside before I felt someone violently grabbing my arm, trying to pull me to my feet.
“Give it back!” I heard a gruff voice shout at me. I looked up to see an obviously homeless man firmly holding my arm as he continued to shout, “Give me my body back now!”
I thought he was just crazy at first, but I looked at the arm he held in his hands. It was slender and feminine. It was attached to me, but it certainly wasn’t mine. The rants may have sounded crazy, but I was in the body of a woman -- and I could only guess she was in the body of the homeless man.
Of course, there was no way anyone watching would know this. They just saw what looked to be a young woman threatened by a homeless man. And I would’ve liked to have figured this out calmly, but I wasn’t exactly upset when a punch from a savior to the homeless person’s face freed me from his grasp.
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