Picking up where she left off - 100k Special

Andre fell back into his chair, in shock at what the officer had just told him. “What do you mean there’s no way back? That can’t be right, why can’t you find who did this and put me back in my own body? Do something!” A silence fell over the room as the man sized Andre up, clearly not intimidated by his outburst. As Andre shrunk down further in his seat, he realized for the first time just how petite he now was, a far cry from his old, imposing self. Satisfied that his point was made, the officer started with an almost bored look on his face, making it clear that this wasn’t the first time he’d made this speech, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Look, Mr…” he paused for a second as he scanned through his notes “…Johnson, while we appreciate the situation you’ve been put in, unfortunately there’s nothing we can do to place you back in your former body. All i’m at liberty to say is that a rogue member of our agency has been using bodyswapping technology to evade capture by our agents. We were close to tracking him down in Ms. Ericsson’s body when he hopped again, leaving you in her body and him in yours.” 

Andre stopped for a moment to take in this new information, weighing his choice of words carefully. “You can find him, right? and reverse this? I mean, how am i gonna tell my girlfriend i’m shorter than she is now?

The agent frowned. “Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson, that won’t be possible. That was a permanent swap for this body, and seeing as this is highly classified information i’m telling you, I’m going to have to insist that you keep this whole thing… quiet. That means no contacting anyone from your old life and no revealing that you were a victim of this swap. As far as the outside world knows, you are Sabrina Ericsson and we’d like to keep it that way. 

His last few words hit Andre like a baseball bat to the face. This couldn’t be happening to him. He had a good life, a spot on his College Basketball team, a girlfriend that he had spent a long time chasing after. He tried to get mad, to lash out, but his usual anger was replaced with the feeling of tears welling up in his eyes. He was crying, Andre noted with shock, something he hadn’t done in years. It had happened so easily in his new body, and he realized he must have made a sorry sight as the man softened his gaze and seemed to take pity on him.

“Mr. Johnson, it’s a bad situation, I know. I wish there was more I could say to you, but i need to move on to the next victim. We’ve prepared an information packet for you to get to know Ms. Ericsson’s life, but beyond that, you’re on your own. Your country thanks you for your secrecy. We’ll be watching, but this is the last communication you’ll receive from us. It helps if you accept this as who you are now, trust me.

The agent slid a folder across the table and, seeing that there was no response from Andre, slowly got up from his chair. 

“I’ll give you some time to get to know your new self. Sorry, Andre.”

Seeing his last remaining contact to his old life walk out the door, Andre wiped the tears out of his eyes and shakily got up to his feet. He was nearly a foot shorter now, and the change of perspective threw him off as he made his way to the mirror in the corner of what was apparently his new body’s apartment. He half expected to see his old self come into view, tall, dark, and muscular, like he had been just a few hours ago, but no luck. Andre Johnson was long gone, probably halfway across the country by now. Looking back at him was a petite, scared looking blonde girl in her mid twenties. Well, not all of her was petite, Andre thought as he unbuttoned her blouse, getting his first look at the breasts she had hidden underneath. He pulled at her bra strap, feeling the weight of his new chest shift in response. She was well put together at least, with expensive looking clothing complemented by understated, but similarly expensive looking jewelry. She was pretty, in a scandinavian sort of way. Not the type of girl Andre would normally go after, but not bad. He lingered for a few more seconds, turning from side to side as he admired his new body in the mirror. A quick buzzing noise snapped him back to reality though, and looking around, he spotted an iphone with a bright lavender case vibrating on the kitchen table. Sabrina’s phone. Scooping up an oversized t-shirt from the floor and slipping it over his head, Andre walked over to investigate, trying to push the swaying of his new breasts under the shirt to the back of his mind. He was happy for a distraction from all the unfamiliar sensations of his new body. First things first, he had to figure out who this girl was. 

Sabrina Ericsson. The name was becoming more and more familiar inside Andre’s head as he repeated it to himself once again. The information packet had given him some basic information about her, but now it was up to him to pick up where she had left off. Sabrina Ericsson. 26 years old. Two sisters, three close friends. She worked in the Human resources department of a company downtown, and drew a decent salary from it, according to the packet. He had until Monday before he had to go back to the office to figure out how to work her job. Great. He had always wondered what his backup plan would be once basketball was no longer an option, now he guessed the world had chosen for him. Andre used the password the packet provided to log into her phone and was greeted with his first clue about his new past, a selfie the old Sabrina had taken with two other girls set as the phone background. Probably his new sisters, he guessed, as he noticed the family resemblance between them. 

Over the next few hours, he studied the texts Sabrina had sent to her family, friends, and coworkers, taking down any notes he thought would come in handy and getting a handle on how she spoke to others. She was talkative. Flirty too, if her messages were anything to go off of. As he read on, a groupchat of Sabrina’s close friends bubbled in the background, teasing Sabrina about the date she had been on the night before and wondering why she hadn’t responded yet. Andre hesitated for a moment, then slowly typed up a response, imitating what he thought the real Sabrina would say: “Sorry ladies! no comment on the date just yet ;) feeling a little under the weather though, ttyl?” He added a heart emoji at the end and sent the text, breathing out a sigh of relief as messages of sympathy rolled in. His first interaction as Sabrina checked off the list, he thought sarcastically, only a lifetime more to go.

// Part 2 coming soon, I thought i’d try a longer story to celebrate 100k views on my blog! Big thanks to all of you that read and liked my stories so far, i love hearing your feedback so let me know what you think!