I drifted awake, a fog in my mind as I tried to recall what happened last night.
There was drinking… I think… someone warning me about not going into the other sector.
I can’t recall.
I don’t feel hungover, why can’t I remember.
The lights suddenly turn on and I close my eyes against the glare.
Slowly opening them a crack, I see an attractive woman in medical uniform standing next to my bed.
“What happned?” I croaked in a voice that sounded odd.
“You were found dumped at the end of the street on the border of the Mage territories.”
“You picked a bad night to stumble drunk into their area. Last night is the only time of month that their beliefs permit performing a body swap.”
In shock at what the medic implied, I lifted my hands up to see unfamiliar features and skin far more wrinkled than I was used to.
“I’m…” I almost couldn’t say it “I’m old?”
“I’m afraid so.”
I let my new hands fall to my chest.
Then I noticed something else was different.
“Wait. I’m an old woman?”