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It made his stomach turn just thinking about it. Tom had done everything right: The right grades, the right schools, the right connections. Everything to ensure that he’d be successful, powerful, driven. And all it had taken was one wrong move to bring it all toppling down.   His job had warned him when he signed on for the business trip to Hong Kong. Go to the office, go to the hotel, eat in your room. He had seen the same warnings around the airport as well. A particularly bad outbreak of the Gender Virus had practically ground business to a halt. His company would have pulled out too if the deal wasn’t critical - In fact, the only reason he had been able to go along as a junior associate at all had been because he had taken the place of his manager, who had pulled out at the last minute when he deemed the health risk too high. But Tom had been dying to prove himself. He had actually jumped at the opportunity, desperate to prove himself as a hard worker. He had rolled the dice, a...

Jacob was running out of time. He knew he couldn't keep coming up with excuses to get out of his duties. When the storm had hit his small town, swapping the bodies of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside at the wrong time , he thought the worst of it was over when he found himself in the body of Melissa, the youth pastor's beautiful new wife. That, at least, he thought he could deal with. But then came the decree. "What passed was an act of God," Pastor James had said in church that Sunday, "And the lord has a plan. Play the role given to you, that is the only road to salvation". The Pastor's word was as good as law within Jacob’s family, and so instead of finding himself packing his bags and leaving for college, as he had planned, he had moved in with Adam, the unshifted youth pastor whose wife's body he now inhabited. And Adam had strong views on how a woman should behave, no matter who she had been in the past. A good wife should obey her hu...

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“Dad! Kate is here!” Sam shouted, opening the door and walking away before Charlie even had a chance to say a word to his son.   Charlie stopped in his tracks. He had rushed over to his house without even thinking about what he was going to say, but as he looked down the hall, whatever words he did have froze in the back of his throat. He saw his own body walk down the stairs with a smile. “Kate! you’re early, why don’t you sit down, i’ll make you a coffee before i head out.” “Listen, i don’t know how you managed to steal my body,” he hissed in a low whisper, looking over his shoulder to make sure his son had left the room. “But you’re going to give it back. Now. Or-“ “-Or what?” She interjected, smiling. “You have no plan, no proof, you don’t even know how I did it. So let me tell you how this is going to work. One: You’re not Charlie Daniels anymore. You’re just the girl that babysits his kids. Two: This swap is permanent, for you at least, so you can get used to being in my old ...

  “Oh fuck…” Matt whispered to himself as he looked down at his body in a rare moment of clarity. They were coming less and less often, these moments where he felt fully in control of his own body. The last one had been weeks ago, back when he could still recognize his face in the mirror. Back when he was still a man. He probably hadn’t even been reported missing yet, not that his family had any clue where he’d gone or would be able to recognize him now anyways. If the local police even bothered looking for him he’d be quickly written off as another clueless tourist who had gotten in too far over his head backpacking somewhere he shouldn’t have been. It’s not like it had taken much - One little pill slipped into his drink at the bar and he had practically followed the girl to the back of the van. He didn’t know it at the time, but by the time he woke up, the first of many procedures to follow had already made a permanent mark on him. Matt looked down at the face staring at him from...