Key

It seemed like a typical cliche key party. A bunch of couples putting their car keys in a bowl at the start of the night with the expectation of picking up a different set on the way out and going home with that person’s significant other.

It wasn’t like that at all.

Instead, it was some of weird swapping party. I recognized the keys I picked out the bowl -- a Toyota SUV belonging to a friend of mine. I was fully expecting to go home with his wife, Suki. I was not expecting to swap into Suki’s body.

As it turned out, few people were curious about being adventurous immediately after finding themselves as a different gender in a new body.

A few friends who had also been at the party joined me the next day to watch the game. It was a welcome break to not have to think about our new bodies, and for some reason we all thought we were going to swap back that night for some reason.

That didn’t happen. Two weeks later, we were sill stuck.