Long Distance Great Shift 9: England to Brazil

Rob breathed a sigh of relief as he finally walked through the front door of his house and collapsed onto his bed. Thankfully, it still looked the same as how he had last seen it a few months ago, although he couldn’t say the same about himself. He had spent the last three months trying to prove his identity and secure a flight back to Ireland after the Great Shift had seen it fit to place his mind into the body of a Brazilian teenager. Thankfully, he had been able to stay with his old body’s family while he went through the necessary processing, with Luana, his new body’s previous owner, only too happy to give him a crash course in femininity from her own mom’s body. 

He opened his suitcase to unpack, pausing for a moment to laugh at how little the clothes in his bag resembled his old wardrobe. In the blink of an eye he had gone from a men’s large to a women’s petite, the lacy bras and tops dwarfed in size by his old work clothes they now hung next to. He would have to do a full overhaul on his closet, he decided. There was no way he’d be going back to work in his old clothes, and, looking down at the sweatpants and crop top combo he had picked out as his travel outfit, the clothes Luana had gifted him to help him get started definitely leaned more “flirty casual” than “business professional”. 

Although, the thought of dressing up his new self exactly the way he wanted didn’t exactly seem like too much of a chore. In fact, it kinda excited him. He had never had the best sense of style as a guy, but now? it was easy to pick clothes that complimented him when his face and body were the stars of the show. He had already started experimenting with makeup, taking pleasure in how good even just a little lip gloss and eyeliner made his face look. Rob pulled his phone out to snap a selfie of his first day back, admiring how prominent his new cleavage looked when laying on his back. He smiled. He’d have to remember that angle in the future.