Last Customer

Eric was sure he’d have to look for a new job soon. It was the third nice this week he had tended bar with absolutely no customers. This place was sure to close down, and he’d be out of work. It was nearly closing time before he got his first customer, a pretty woman in a red dress. She ordered a few shots, downed them quickly, and glared at Eric as if she expected him to say more than how much she owed.

And then suddenly, Eric’s world was spinning around. He took two steps back in shock seeing his own face. His balance was off because he realized he was now drunk and his shoes felt weird.

“What the hell?” He muttered with a feminine voice.

“I’m sorry,” His own voice explained, “I just couldn’t take being famous anymore. You were the first person in weeks who didn’t seem to recognize or fawn over me, so you were perfect to swap bodies with.”

“Swap bodies?” Eric asked as he looked down to see the red dress, “I’m you? And you’re famous? I’m famous? I don’t know if I know how to be famous! What if I don’t want to be you?”

“You’ll learn. It’s too late to anything about it anyway. It’s irreversable.”

My New Life

I had always been a bit of a dork. I never felt like I fit in. I was shy and just stayed closed off from most people. When everyone started working from home, I was more closed off than ever. I felt so alone.

But then one day I woke up, and everything changed. Literally. I was in someone else’s body. I checked the ID; it was for a woman named “Alicia.” I had become a woman.

As Alicia, it became a lot easier for me to come out of my shell. I was more confident and outgoing. I’d wear short dresses and hit up clubs. It was hard to explain, but everything just felt right now. It was like I was never meant to be a guy; I was always meant to be a woman, and I was one now. Life was just so much better.

Taking a break

I am taking a break for a while. Not sure how long. Maybe forever.

Daily

How long had it been since it started that one day when Neil awoke in someone else’s body for the first time? Maybe five years ago now or more? It didn’t even feel weird anymore to wake up in a new body each morning anymore. He was sure he’d ruined many people’s lives at first by just staying in bed, refusing to go to work, or anything. But these days, he’d hop out of bed and get ready. He was pretty sure he was now an expert on figuring out a person based on their room and wardrobe. Though he had obviously been born a guy, he’d been both men and women for enough time to figure out that he actually preferred being a woman. This morning he was excited to be a woman once again, as he selected a cute, black leather dress from the closet. He slipped it on, then adjusted his hair and makeup as he admired the cute Asian face lookng back at him. He knew he’d be someone else again tomorrow, but he often fantasized about finally keeping a body for longer than a day. This body would be top on his list; it was perfect. But he also knew not to hope too hard.

Get Back Home (Part 5)

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It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Why did Kyle swap bodies with this woman? Why did she pretend to not be swapped as all. As he left his apartment and stood in the parking lot to contemplate it all, he heard a loud, “FREEZE! Put your hands up!”

Kyle did as instructed as it all came together in his head. This woman had committed some sort of crime. She had taken his body as a means of escape -- perhaps even completely at random. She probably didn’t even expect him to get all this way, so she had to pretend to be dumb. But still, he knew the cops wouldn’t believe him. Whatever she did, he was going to have to be the one to face it. This was all terrible, and there was nothing he could do about it.