It had felt like I had fallen asleep. And then, the next thing I knew I was lying down on the floor. But something was wrong. Instead of lying down on the carpet of the classroom, I was lying down on a tile floor. Opening my eyes, I realized I was in a kitchen. But not my houses kitchen.
As I sat up I felt a lot of unusual sensations. The first was an odd weight shifting on my chest, followed closely by a tickling sensation on the back of my neck. Looking down I was surprised to see 2 breasts on my chest, rising and falling with each breath. Reaching back to what was tickling my neck, I found long brown hair tied into a ponytail attached to my head. I stood up uneasily, my legs now incased in a pair of very tight yoga pants.
From what I could tell, I was in a woman’s body. And whoever she was, she took very good care of her body. I was about to begin exploring the house when I heard a crying sound. I followed the sound into another room, where I found a baby crying in a crib.
Not knowing what else to do, I picked it up and gave it a quick sniff, seeing if it was crying because of a full diaper. Thankfully, it wasn’t. “There there little one” I said as I gently bounced the crying baby girl in my arms. “I’m not exactly sure what’s happening right now, but everything is going to be alright”
After a few minutes of crying and exploring the house while I tried to get it to stop, the baby eventually went to sleep and I placed it back in the crib where I found it. I took a seat on a couch in the living room and let out a sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I hope it doesn’t last too much longer” I said to nobody. “I can’t be that kids mother”
I hadn’t even been a woman for more than 10 minutes, and I was already tired and stressed out. But it was quite now, or it was. No sooner had I began enjoying the quiet from the baby being sound asleep, there was a knock on the door. It was so loud that I worried it would wake the baby, but thankfully it didn’t. So I went and opened the door, revealing a rather large man standing there.
Granted, part of the man seeming so large could have been due to the height of the body I was in, since I was a few inches shorter than I used to be, now standing at either 5’5” or 5’6”. But this man standing before me was still huge, being almost a whole foot taller than I was now. And he was built like a NFL linebacker, easily weighing 250lbs of pure muscle. As I stood there almost admiring him, he spoke up with a deep, masculine voice. “Jason, is that you in my body?” he asked.
“Um, Nick” I said.
“Oh, I was sorta hoping this was some freaky thing between me and my neighbor” he, or she, said. I stepped out of the way so that the person who’s body I was in could come inside and close the door.
The two of us talked for what felt like hours as we told the other about ourselves. I learned that I was now in the body of Samantha Johnson. She's 22 year old, worked as a waitress at a small diner in town ever since dropping out of college, and is a single mother. “So, how old is, um” I said.
“Sophia?” She asked, finishing my question.
“Yeah”
“14 months” she answered.
Neither of us knew exactly what to say after that. That was, until the tv changed from the statistic that filled everything news station was replaced by a young girl who looked to be either 9 or 10 years old confidently sitting behind a news desk.
“Breaking news” the girl said. “A massive world wide body swapping event being called 'The Big Swap' has occurred, seemingly swapping the bodies of the world population. Somewhere between 90 and 95% of the world have found themselves in different bodies. At 10:43 this morning, the strange occurrence started in Eastern Europe, before making it's way around the rest of the world, hitting America at 10:45. Reports are suggesting every country has been effected, with only a single small island in the Pacific Ocean has reported that not a single swap occurred on the island. World governments are frantically racing to find out who everyone has become, and teams of scientists are being put together to find a way to get all swapped individuals back to their rightful bodies. In the meantime it is being highly encouraged that everyone find a safe place and stay their until everything settles down. I'm Brett Gonzalez, bringing you the news”.
“So, what now?” I asked.
“I guess we stay here for now” Samantha answered.
“But, what about my family? They’re gonna freak out if I don’t show up at home”
“They’re probably in a similar situation” Samantha replied. “Here’s an idea, how about you call home. Tell your family your alright. Then when it’s safe you can go home”
I thought about it for a moment. It wasn't a bad idea. A quick phone call home, if someone I know picks up I can tell them where I am and I'm safe. If not, I can leave a message saying the same thing. Samantha must have somehow been reading my mind because before I acknowledged her idea as a good one she was already handing me her cellphone. Before I could ask her for her passcode, it unlocked itself. 'Probably it's facial recognition or fingerprint ID' I thought to myself. I then went into the kitchen for a little privacy while I called home. Unsurprisingly, nobody picked up.
After recording my message, I returned to the living room. Just as I sat down, Sophia began crying again and Samantha left to attend to the crying child. The rest of the day went much like this. Watching the news, hoping for some sort of breakthrough that would lead to everyone returning to their own bodies, and getting Sophia to go back to sleep whenever she woke up. Once Samantha and I began getting tired ourselves, she turned the couch into a bed for me to sleep on in the living room while she slept alone in her own bed.
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