Regrets

Waking up the next morning, Brittany immediately regretted her one night stand with Todd. Decided against waking him, she got ready as quietly as she could. She put her dress on from the night before in the dark; it felt tight and awkward, but she chalked that up to her confused feelings about going home with Todd. She was still exhausted and just wanted to get home. The world was blurry as she got onto the bus back to her own apartment; she fell asleep in her seat. She was so worried and tired that she hadn’t even noticed her body -- she had somehow swapped with Todd while they both slept. It was his manly body that she had managed to squeeze into her dress. It was his body she now had as she slept on the bus. She wouldn’t even notice until just before arriving home...

Dat Ass Doe

Craig had been a little embarrassed by the body he ended up with in the Great Shift. He had been texting with his friends and family to let them know he was okay, but he hadn’t left his home for the most part.

Finally, his friend Michael texted to ask for a photo, which (after some convincing) Craig responded with a selfie.

“U a chick now, bro!?” Michael replied.

Craig sent back a simple, “Yeah.”

“Dat ass doe,” Michael sent back before pausing briefly to also send, “I’d hit it.”

Craig wanted to throw his phone into the wall in frustration except Michael sent a third text first, “Or I would hit it if I wasn’t a chick now too. And my booty is even bigger!”

Monday

Brad sighed when he arrived to work on Monday. He was sure it was going to be another long, boring week. However, just as he started to break into some reports he had to take care of, the image on his screen changed. In fact, his entire desk seemed to have changed. But it wasn’t his desk that was the problem, it was his body! He was an entirely different person, a woman! An announcement soon came over the office’s emergency system. The building was in lockdown mode; no one would be allowed in or out. An group of anti-government had claimed responsibility for the body swapping. They were saying that if people were someone different every day, the government wouldn’t be able to track them, enforcing laws would be meaningless as you couldn’t guarantee you had the right person, and so on. This building was just the beginning. Next time it might be a whole town or county. Brad just sighed as he thought about the inconvenience, made his way back to his desk, and continued to work. By the end of the day, they had brought in outside security to scan everyone on their way out. Brad wasn’t sure quite what they were looking for, or even if they could be sure of guilt if they found someone with something they wanted, but he was happy to finally be able to leave work -- even if he was going to have to go home with this woman’s body instead of his own.

Claw Machine

It had been a number of years since Andre and Elle used the Medallion of Zulu to swap bodies. A short time after the swap, the medallion went missing, and they ended up stuck in each other’s bodies. Over the years, Andre had quite gotten used to being in Elle’s body. He enjoyed being a spunky, outgoing woman in the world. There were certainly days he missed his old life, but he tried not to dwell on it.

But one night at a carnival, a claw machine caught his eye -- or, more specifically, a particular item in the claw machine. There it was once more, the Medallion of Zulu. He could pour quarter after quarter into the machine in order to get it. He could track down Elle (he had lost touch with her through the years). He could get his own body back. He certainly considered it for a while as he leaned on the glass of the machine and looked down. Ultimately, he decided to just keep going. Let someone else find the medallion and have some adventures with it. He was happy being Elle; going back to his old life would just make things chaotic and weird again...

New Instincts

Dennis had been stuck in Olivia’s body for a week now, and he was beginning to get weirded out by how much of her knowledge he was picking up without even realizing it. He had instinctively put heels on walking outside as of a few days ago, and only just recently noticed he had no trouble walking. Her morning beauty routine was basically on auto-pilot for him now, so much so that he could remember the products when he ran out. If he picked up too many of her feminine mannerisms and knowledge, would he have to retrain himself to be a man when he got his own body back? He started to worry about this until he got distracted after seeing some really cute lip gloss that he just had to get...