Chad had sort of hoped to avoid the clichés when visiting Exchange Island, and at first it seemed he might. When he landed, he ended up swapping bodies with another guy, who was average build and in his early 30s, just like Chad was. It seemed like a rather bland way to spend the time at Exchange Island, as he had been dragged here with a few of his friends.
But about midway through their trip, Chad very much woke up in the body of an Exchange Island cliché, a beautiful woman with large breasts. He couldn’t help but lift his hands to them to feel how strange they were. He wondered on the beach for a while, where he just touched them before returning to the hotel.
People seemed to be gathered for some sort of announcement. Apparently there were reports on the news that body swapping wasn’t just limited to Exchange Island. It was happening all over the world with something being called “The Great Shift.” None of the staff knew what that would mean for guests of Exchange Island. Would people return to their own bodies when they left? Would they return to a new body that they would’ve swapped with if they had been on the mainland at the time of the Shift? Maybe they just wouldn’t swap back from the body they ended up with o the island after the Shift. Chad hated to sound like a cliché, but he was liking the sound of that last option.