Humans of the Great Shift #7

The Great Shift happened while I was getting coffee in the break room. One second I was standing in heels, mindlessly stirring oat milk into my latte, and the next—I was staring at my own reflection… only it wasn’t mine. It was Nick’s.

Nick. My office crush. The guy I’d secretly swooned over for months. Kind, smart, charming—and of course, completely, undeniably gay.

Turns out, when the shift hit, he was in the bathroom snapping a mirror selfie in his favorite black cardigan. That’s exactly where I landed. In his body. Mid-selfie. I blinked in disbelief, still holding his phone, and slowly watched myself grin in the reflection, even though inside I was screaming.

The first few days were chaos. People crying in stairwells, HR losing their minds, and nobody knowing who anyone really was. But once things settled… I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of it all. I was Nick now. Really Nick.

So I quit my job at the marketing firm. What was the point of playing pretend in an office where I couldn’t even be myself? I mean, who’d believe I was Tiffany in Nick’s body anyway?

Instead, I leaned into it. Nick had a killer face, a sculpted body, and a following already. So I started an OnlyFans. A little flex here, a wink there, shirtless mirror pics, flirty videos—stuff I never would’ve dared to post as Tiffany.

And people loved it.

What started as curiosity quickly became confidence. I felt powerful, sexy, and free in a way I never had before. Sure, I still had to figure out what this meant for my identity, my future, and… well, Nick (wherever he ended up).

Now as I sit on my bed in red sweats, shirtless, smirking at my reflection as the camera snaps, I feel a wave of calm come over me. This body might not have been mine originally, but it’s mine now. And honestly? I’ve never felt more alive.