Different Generations
“Will you ever put on clothes?” I asked my current roommate.
The burly man that was sitting in the chair, playing with his feet just looked at me. He shows his feet off to me.
“I don’t like my clothes, they’re for guys my dad’s age.” The man huffed.
“You are around your dad’s age… at least now you are.”
He simply glared at me. His dejected sigh showed me he begrudgingly accepted that. Chris, my roommate, he was a younger swapper, only 19 years old. But wait, how is he a burly man in his 40s? The dummy swapped with his coach while on a swap bender. Can’t say I blame him, for his choice in body and the bender. I believe all of us are like this in our beginnings when our ability first appears.
It was around 10 years ago when my ability first manifested, and I had my fun in college seeing what it was like being someone else. I was jocks, frat guys, some young professors, crushes… to be young again. I found others with abilities like mine. It was a beautiful community we developed, stories of our escapades shared constantly. It was happier times.
Then the purge came. Our abilities unfortunately caught the attention of those in power, and they hunted us down. We suppressed our abilities, and founded safe havens… but not everyone could stand the isolation. They’d test their abilities out and try to find ways to be like they were… but majority of them were caught.
But with all things, the purge ended. And the survivors slowly returned. Some stayed in their havens, but the rest of us blended in with the general populace… until the next generation came forth.
This generation came out with such passion. We older ones watched them from afar, and offering support. Some of them asked us to swap with them or join them. And it was fun, but we knew our limits. The younger ones did not as much. Chris was apart of this generation, and well he burnt out his ability at the moment. It’s been either 5 or 6 times this has happened to him. This time was the longest he’s had to wait.
“You know you could swap with me, give me a break…”
I snorted, “I’m only about decade younger than your current body.”
“I just want to be someone else, man.”
“Return to your original body.”
Chris glared at me. He still has a lot to learn.
“At least let me go out.”
“You can if you wear clothes.”
“Bleh”
I sigh and look at him. His coach’s body is cute. Hmmm…
“We’ll compromise, you put clothes on. And I will swap myself with somebody else to keep you company for a few days.”
Chris’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Seriously? You mean it?”
“Yeah, maybe a distraction is needed for the both of us.”
I look outside and see one of the neighbor guys walking by… and in a moment I see my former body walking in the neighbor’s clothing.
“Dude… he’s hot.”
I flex my new muscles and take off my shirt, I look at Chris.
“Looks my clothes won’t suit my age either.”
