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Joel squinted, not believing what he was seeing. It was like someone had placed a mirror in the middle of the airport -- except airports didn’t install mirrors in the middle of waiting areas, they didn’t appear out of nowhere, and even if they did, this one didn’t have any frame. That’s because it wasn’t a mirror at all; he was actually looking at his own body. A worldwide body swapping even that would come to be known as the Great Shift had caused him to swap bodies with a female flight attendant. As it all began to sink in, he reached his hands up to his chest to feel the unfamiliar sensation of breasts encased in a satin bra beneath the airline’s uniform.

Just as he was about to panic, there were all sorts of announcements and the screens began to alert of cancelations and delays. He saw a plane through the window simply glide off the runway and into the ocean -- passengers began to scramble out, and luckily everyone seemed okay. Suddenly instead of being worried, he was grateful. If this had happened a hour or so later, he’d be on a plane in midair. There’s no telling who he would’ve swapped with then, or (more importantly) who the pilot might have swapped with.

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