Week [I lost count], Day 1. If it weren't for my apathy this would be more formally filled out. I seem to be charmed by her, almost as if the swap has a side effect of love. My knowledge of what place and time I am in is fading ever so slightly. I have an amazing compulse to hug her in real life and loathe the distance for making this an improbability.
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Body Swap Experiment
Science FictionHi, I am me. No, wait, I'm not. I'm me, but only by half. The other half of real me is split along mostly to a lady I know well and partially wandering around the new me, getting lost as it goes. The following experiment is how I got split apart and...
