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The Great Shift happened while I was at work. While I suddenly found myself in my boss’s office, I was certainly not in my boss’s body. In fact, I was now in the body that was female and in her early 20s, two things that neither I nor my boss were before the Shift happened. There was an odd, salty taste in my mouth as well. I saw a cup of stale coffee my boss had left behind from the morning. Drinking that felt gross, but it still helped to somewhat get rid of the even worse taste in my mouth. I swigged it around my mouth and spit it out in the garbage can. That’s when I noticed a wrapper in there that answered who this woman was, just what she was doing in my boss’s office, and what the taste in my mouth was.

I wanted to vomit.

This was seemingly confirmed when I asked my boss some questions after the Shift. Like most people, I wanted to know who I was now, and I figured since I was in his office when the Shift happened, he must know. He kept saying things like I was in the body of “his friend,” but he never gave me a name. He gave me a promotion and bought me a wardrobe; it all felt like an attempt to simply keep me quiet. He had been sleeping with this woman before the Shift happened, and he didn’t want the word to get out; the evidence was clearly there. Did he pay her for sex? Or was it just an affair? Maybe if I ever found out the actual identity of my new body, I’d be able to piece it together. But for now? I’ll just keep plugging away at work...

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