Inspired by TG Swapping Caps series Humans of the Great Shift
A month had passed, and somehow, I was still showing up to my senior year of high school in the body of a 42-year-old man rather than an 18 year old girl.
It wasn’t like I had much of a choice. The world didn’t stop just because we all woke up in the wrong bodies. Schools reopened, businesses adjusted, and we were expected to go on like life was normal. But nothing about this was normal. Nothing about sitting in a cramped desk, surrounded by teenagers and adults who used to be my friends, felt right.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the strain of my massive frame crammed into a chair that was never meant for someone this big. Kylie—sitting at her desk now in the body of our history teacher Mr. Johnson—gave me a sympathetic glance before turning back to the board.
No one really knew how to treat me. Some teachers looked at me like I didn’t belong, while others went out of their way to pretend this was fine. My classmates weren’t much better. Most of them avoided me, unsure whether to still see me as her, their friend, or as him, the middle-aged dad whose body I was now stuck in.
Mia was the only one who really got it. We sat together at lunch every day, two misplaced souls in adult bodies, still trying to survive high school. She used to be my best friend—now she was stuck in her mom’s body, wearing conservative blouses and pretending she didn’t hate every second of it.
I sighed, running a hand over the thick stubble on my jaw, a habit I still wasn’t used to. The cafeteria buzzed around me, full of kids trapped in bodies that weren’t theirs, some adjusting better than others. Some even seemed to like it. I wasn’t one of them. I just wanted my body back.
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