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The Perfect Fit - Part 1

“Gemma!” he exclaimed, turning to his sister who stood behind him. “I’m you and you’re me! Something must’ve gone wrong when we traveled to the past to relive that family vacation.” Gemma, now in Ryan’s body, looked just as stunned. She reached up to touch her own face, her fingers tracing her features as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. “I’m wearing your favorite dress… When you were 15…” he said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Ryan, this is insane! How are we supposed to fix this?” “The Time Machine was set to two weeks. Now we’re stuck in each other's bodies…” “Which means we have to act like each other,” Ryan's heart raced as he glanced down at the colorful sundress that swirled around his—no, Gemma's—legs. “We have to get through these two weeks without anyone noticing,” he replied, his voice sounding higher and softer than usual. Gemma bit her lip, her eyes darting around the room, “Right. Just a normal vacation with Mom and Dad, right? Easy peas...

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It was a cold autumn day in early October. It had started like any other sleepover. But it all went astray after best friends Fred and Billy decided to try on some of the new Halloween masks they’d bought at the store. Fred struggled to pull the mask over his head. “It’s stuck!” he gasped, voice muffled by rubber. Billy laughed, “Oh, come on, Fred!” “No, I’m serious! I really can’t get it off!” Fred tugged at the long-haired female mask. Billy stopped laughing, seeing Fred’s panic. He rushed over, “Let me help.” He yanked at the mask, but it wouldn’t budge as if glued to Fred’s skin. They both pulled, but nothing happened. Then the mask started to conform to Fred’s skin, and the hair seemed to be growing out of his scalp. Billy backed away, mouth open, “Fred! It’s turning real!” Fred’s fingers clawed at the now softening rubber, but it was as if he were clawing at his own face, “Get it off! Get it off!” “I don’t know how!” Billy’s voice cracked, the fear in his eyes mirroring Fred...

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He Will Forget

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At twenty-seven, I had hit rock bottom. My job, or rather, my daily grind, was peddling water, my only solace the occasional glimpse of a female customer's cleavage as she reached to grab a water bottle from my cart. I had no girlfriend, no prospects, and nothing to look forward to. That was until I bought that device on the black market. With my new device, I could scroll through any photo on the internet and transport myself into the person's body, in the exact moment the photo was taken. I scrolled nervously through my list of Facebook friends. Mostly everybody had abandoned the platform, but I knew it was chalk-full of images from years ago. I bit my bottom lip, as I came across some of my high school classmates. I hesitated, hovering over a picture of Sadie, the girl who once sat two rows ahead of me in math class. I remember having a bit of a crush on her. But she was never interested in boys like me. I tapped into her profile and browsed through the tagged photos. She lo...

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A Silver Lining - Part 1

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