It all happened one Sunday morning when Martin was visiting his parents. They insisted he attend church -- something he hadn’t done since becoming an adult and moving out on his own. Everyone seemed so happy to see him, and talked about what a fine young man he had become. Martin did his best not to roll his eyes.
Things took an odd twist when a bright light shone through the pews. People would later call it “The Great Shift,” but all anyone knew at the instant it happened was that they were now in the wrong bodies.
Martin realized he was in the body of Mrs. Huang, his old Sunday School teacher. He could tell because of the blue dress he had seen her in earlier and the obvious weight of her breasts -- which had certainly been a motivation for many of the boys in Sunday School to sit still back in the day but seemed even larger from his new internal perspective. She was probably in her 40s now, older, but still very much attractive.
He felt bad about putting his hands all over his breasts -- after all, he was both in a church and this was also technically not his body -- but he was having trouble ignoring them. They felt so heavy and unfamiliar. He wasn’t touching them to be erotic; it was more like they felt like they shouldn’t be there, and if he could just do the right thing, he could get rid of them. But he couldn’t. They were his now.