Not a Klutz

Larry was staying at a hotel for a press conference when he found himself tripping over his own two feet. While he was undoubtably a nerd, he had certainly never considered himself a klutz, yet here he was falling to the ground like an idiot.

“That’s my dress,” He heard a familiar voice behind him say.

Larry turned around to experience the shock of his life as he saw his own body, which had also fallen to the floor. Then he heard his own body scream, “That’s my body!”

It didn’t take Larry long to scream back, “And that’s MY body!”

The woman in Larry’s body stood up nervously as she spoke more, “My room is just one more door down to your right. You need to go see my husband. I’m sure he won’t listen to me as long as I look like...well...you.”

For some reason, Larry didn’t like the sound of that.

Drop Dead Swap

In the spirit in Halloween, this is a very creepy body swap video! The first comment was "EW..." so you know I did something right!

The Host

He had been switching from host body to host body for as long as he could remember. Though his last switch was the first time he had stolen the body of a woman. It was almost a shame her internal organs were eating themselves on the inside from his presence in her form; he knew he’d have to move on very soon.

But as he scoped out the gathering for another host, he was very deliberate in what he sought this time. He wasn’t going to settle for a male body; his new host must be female. He had standards now. The new body must be as good as this one, if not better -- though he had to imagine that could be difficult. If things truly got down to the wire, he supposed it could be slightly worse. But being female? That was still a must!

A Visit to the Store

After the Great Shift, Gordon didn’t have to rush to the store opening like some people. He had been able to borrow outfits from his sister and his girlfriend. But he was tired of depending on them for clothing, and he did want to develop his own style -- so he simply waited for the crowds to die down.

He expected to be ravaged. But despite the mess people had left on the floors, there was still plenty on the racks. In part, this looks like because the store raised prices. And he also imagined many of the people showing up were like him -- men in the bodies of women. They knew they needed clothes for their new bodies, but this didn’t mean they were all that comfortable with actually selecting and buying women’s clothes. Toxic masculinity ran deep and even the slightest frill or bow meant an item might be left behind.

Well Hidden

Martin knew it would only be a matter of time before Tara woke up and realized they had transformed into each other. He had hidden the spell book under a panel in his floor, but the panel itself was much too obvious. He’d have to move the carpet and then the couch. With Tara’s weaker frame, that proved to be a challenge, but he did manage to do it in time.

He just needed to plan ahead so he could pretend that he was just as surprised as she was. When she suggested they switch apartments for a few days, Martin was hesitant. To potentially leave her alone so close to the book? It seemed risky. He tried suggested just packing a few things in an overnight bag while staying at their original places to adjust, but Tara was insistent.

Martin finally relented, figuring the book would be safe in the hiding spot. But he still needed to come up with a plan to get back inside his place so he could destroy the magical spell once and for all in order to keep Tara’s body forever.