Lina was graceful and elegant. Nigel had seen her dance on multiple occasions, and he had always been impressed by the way she was able to move or hold positions.
But now because of the Great Shift, he was her. He didn’t feel any of that grace or elegance. He felt like he still moved in an awkward and clumsy way, no matter what body he was now in.
The morning after it happened, he had tried a few ballet moves he had seen her do, but without her training, the only thing that happened was knocking things off a nearby shelf. Would he ever get used to this?
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