It’s been three weeks since the Great Shift flipped the world upside down. Everyone woke up in someone else’s body. I ended up in Jake’s—my boyfriend’s 20-year-old younger brother—and let me tell you, being a guy is weird. Everything’s louder, hairier, stronger, and… just different. But I’m managing.
Tyler? Not so much.
My sweet, charming, used-to-be-human boyfriend is now stuck in the body of our golden retriever, Max. And Max? He’s now walking around in Tyler’s tall, muscular body—with all the instincts of a dog.
I woke up the first morning post-Shift to find “Tyler” lapping water straight out of the bowl on the floor, shirtless, with his face buried in it like it was the most natural thing in the world. He even wags his butt when he’s happy. He won’t wear shoes. He crawls around the house on all fours. And don’t even get me started on the time he tried to bark at the mailman.
I’ve been trying to teach him how to be human—like really human. We’ve practiced walking upright, using utensils, wearing clothes without chewing them, and even sitting on furniture like a normal person. It’s like having a toddler in the body of a Calvin Klein model.
Sometimes, I see flickers of Tyler in there—when Max looks at me with those confused but trusting eyes, or when he nuzzles into my shoulder after a long “training session.” It’s heartbreaking and adorable and just… surreal.
Until the government figures this mess out, I’m stuck being the hot younger brother, and my boyfriend’s stuck panting in his own reflection.
One step at a time. Or… paw.
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