“Alright John, think. There has to be some way out of this” That’s what I told myself. Try as I might, though, I just couldn’t come up with anything. I mean, what had happened to me was so far beyond the scope of what I thought was possible. I had no way of coming up with a way to deal with the situation. I mean, body swaps were supposed to be impossible, right? It wasn’t like one ever heard about them outside of the realm of fiction. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people had found themselves in just my situation in the past. I mean, the hopper who’d just stolen my body made it quite clear that I wasn’t his first victim. How many people out there had suddenly found their lives stolen and been forced to either be regarded as crazy by claiming to be somebody else or had had to assume the identity of the person they’d become?

Was the latter even a possibility for me? I mean, could I have hoped to have been able to assume Mrs. Ryder’s life? I didn’t know the first thing about being a woman, much less a married one with kids and all that. I didn’t know the first thing about taking care of my new body or raising children or running errands and doing chores or any of other things being a mother and housewife required. At the same time, though, I didn’t see what choice I had but to try. I mean, I didn’t seriously think I could convince anybody I was really John, the teenaged boy who lived next door to the new me. No, the world would only ever regard me as Mrs. Ryder, and like it or not, I had to try to live her life. And that being said, I’d have to head home very soon. My new husband and children were probably already wondering where I’d disappeared off to. I needed to get home and fumble way through cooking dinner and try my best to play the part of the woman I’d become, all while hoping against hope I could find some way to get my old body and life back.


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