The amount of time we’ve spent talking about the idea of a body swap, you’d think I’d have written something filthy on the subject by now. It amazes me that the compulsion to do so only hit me recently. But it hit me with force and power, so let’s go. I want to imagine what it would be like if you and I could swap bodies.
Note: I’m cisgender, as is the guy I’m talking about doing a body swap with. I think topics like this could potentially throw up difficult feelings if you’re struggling with dysphoria at the moment so it’s probably worth flagging before we begin, in case this isn’t something you want to read right now.
