Originally posted on April 30, 2025.
I recently turned this into a comic on DeviartArt, but here is the original caption series!
They called it "the Great Shift," and that made sense for most of the world. But for us, the entire shift was all contained within that room that night, and I was the only one in the body of an outsider. As we all explained who we were, there was an odd hush when I spoke -- I wasn't sure if it was curiosity or if they felt bad for me.
The promoter asked us all if we still wanted to perform. He told us he didn't expect many more people to come out given everything. Most of still wanted to do the show, even if we were just performing for the other performers (it wouldn't be the first tme doing so for any of us). And one or two people wanted to go home and deal with their new bodies; the promoter refunded their money.
It only delayed the show for about an hour before I nervously stood back up in front of everyone and hit "play" on the beats on my laptop. It felt like pure escapism. I felt like me as I peformed. Only two things would occasionally bring me back to the reality of being in someone else's body. The first was that I think this body could actually hit notes I was trying to sing insteadof relying on Auto-Tune (though I kept it on for the entire set anyway). And the other was that I certainly wasn't wearing a bra that worked for performing an active musical set. It wasn't supportive in th ways I needed it to be, and I also felt sweat in places I never expected. I tried my best to ignore all that and give it my all anyway.
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