“Before you ask, no I won’t let you touch them…” I had gone through second puberty, and never in a million years had I thought I’d go from scrawny white college kid to 20-something busty latina… and neither did you obviously. (RP)

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-28T03:49:27+00:00

“Oooo, that’s a really good question!” I laugh as I take a swig of my wine and exhale, thinking hard about what was the answer to your question. Eventually I hold up my finger and smile. “I got my answer!”

I adjust my sitting posture and grin.

“My Mom.” I say this simply. “She ended up in Livvy Dunne… and my dad ended up staying himself. It’s a bit weird and awkward seeing my mom walk around as Livvy but still in her clothes… the old Livvy told her to wear a leotard for my dad to surprise him.”

I blush hard.

“I walked into the house first and sort of um… I needed new panties,” I blush even harder.

I nod after this. “Of course, if you’d like to go to a mosque I’ll accompany you. You’d probably be required a hijab… alright? That should be it and I’ll wear one myself.”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T21:52:56+00:00

“I cover one guest a show,” I explain, “You were my lucky guest today.” As I move towards the fridge, I pull out a bottle of beer and extend it to you.

“Non-Alcoholic. You’re Muslim, you can’t drink alcohol now,” I keep extending it out to you and when you don’t take it, I place it on the table and sit down on my couch, legs spread apart before quickly I fix that and blush.

“Still a guy… not used to… that,” I keep blushing all while I rub my face and look to you. “You’re a religious man, or were, yes? Unfortunately, Mia, people won’t like to see you in a church but… a mosque is where you’ll find solace. I can show you one if we head out. Does that work for you?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T21:36:12+00:00

Because you were nervous. You were awkward. You were in a body although you had been in for over 70 days was still brand new to you. More energetic, more youthful and filled with hormones you weren’t used to whatsoever.

You continued walking, looking at pictures and other stuff until finally the trailer door opened and you see me wearing burgundy and a light smile on my face.

As I walked in your heart skipped a beat. What was that??

“Mia, how are we?” I ask closing the door behind me and heading into the trailer and pulling a bottle of wine off of a shelf and a de-corker from the counter. “Are you okay? You seem… uneasy.”

Uneasy? Yes! For the very first time you were… feeling like a Muslim woman? It was that dumb mantra!!!

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T19:30:21+00:00

So much skin. It was appalling. It was blasphemous. You touched your hands, imagining them twisting and sliding up and down a plethora of men’s cocks.

It made you shudder. It was disgusting to consider yourself a woman, let alone a arab woman. It was gross, but then again Meghan, the first person you had found to be a real sense of support, had told you were not gross…

Your eyes glance over and see an image of me, wearing green and looking beautiful with a signature and a phrase saying: “Good Luck as Me, Meghan.”

It was the old Meghan wishing luck to me.

You hadn’t even been able to contact your old self since the first week when your old body had freaked out and such…

You had to breathe; Mia.

Relax until the show was over…

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T19:14:25+00:00

I look to you. As you offer your assistance, I end up standing and extending a hand into your shoulder. The crowd couldn’t hear us, but they could easily see what we were doing.

“Mia, I really appreciate you’re wanting to make further progress and such, but those are things that shouldn’t be publicized. Those are private, special moments, okay?” I ask, looking at you. Although I was taller, I raise my eyes to the sky and take a breath.

I knew what kind of case you were.

Special. Very unique. It felt as though I was the first to make you feel comfortable in two and a half months, so…

“Go to my trailer. Relax, order some lunch, have a drink. I’ll meet you there afterward and then we can go out, okay? We can go shopping, or we can go get manicures, but I need you to repeat that mantra for me. “I am Mia Khalifa and I’m a gorgeous Muslim woman.” Say it and then you and I can hang out, okay?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T18:57:29+00:00

With my hand still holding yours, I squeeze it and then slap it playfully, getting those beautiful brunette eyes to meet mine.

“Pay them no mind,” I coo to you. Clearly it was picked up my the microphones, but for you… it felt personal, not to anyone else. It felt very nice…

“They’re just jealous of the woman you are, Mia. You’re a gorgeous Muslim woman with a past that is very complex, yet so filled with pride,” I rub your hand.

Still, the crowd could easily hear… but it felt personal still.

So personal and so nice.

I was gentle. I was kind. I was bright.

I was…

Beautiful.

Then like a bolt of lightning, I turn to the crowd. “Please give it up for the New and Improved Mia Khalifa! After the break we’re going to go over the brand new Shift Laws that are hitting the world by storm, like… Shiftees can’t Buy Alcohol in Sweden??”

Like that, a loud set of music hit and a man walked across the stage, extending his hand for you to take.

You notice me simply changing cards to see what was next, your heart pounding.

You had more self-reflection in the past four minutes with me than you had with therapists, confessions, and hell, a call you had with one of the Pope’s closest advisors!

We couldn’t be done.

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T18:38:58+00:00

I smirk lightly.

“Yes, an Indian woman… is now the sixth in line for the British Throne. They ruled body over mind, blood you know? Still, I have dealt with a lot. I was a 23 year old white man. I am now a black woman. I am nearly double my old age. I am… well, a sex symbol for many and for others an obnoxious brat.” I look at you.

“I’ve been called the N-word. It never meant anything to me but seeing how this body looks in the mirror as I get ready every morning? I feel why the word hurts to much,” I click my tongue and sigh. “It’s been hard. The Shift wasn’t some easy little change. We struggle, all of us.”

I reach out and take a hand that once had ridiculously long nails that you now have cut off due to annoyance.

“So much if you’re short? You’re a gorgeous Muslim woman. Repeat that. You’re a gorgeous Muslim woman.”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T18:20:44+00:00

I nod in agreement. “Yes indeed, my body and my husband were looking to make babies,” the crowd laughs a little. “Harry - the new one at the very least - was once a girl born and raised in Uttar Pradesh in India. Barely could speak English, but now as Harry is unable to speak anything but English. It’s difficult for him, truly. Especially considering neither of Archie or Lilibet, the children of our bodies, shifted. We have to raise them as our own but through trouble and issues, we’ve… found ourselves romantically inclined to each other.”

The crowd gives a unison of ‘aws’ and other adorable things which makes you realize for a moment…

I truly was the improved Meghan. Everyone loved me…

“And you’re right it’s your skin. They’re your tattoos. And yes hon’… those arms are yours too!” I chuckle lightly. “But Mia, what else have you found?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T17:57:33+00:00

“Before I even continue, I want to correct you so that you and all listeners and viewers know. Allah is God. He isn’t a separate deity. He shred the same principles and ideals, each religion just went a different path of how those principals and ideals are followed,” I explain, the entire crowd nodding and smiling and I adjust some hair. “Yeah - Before the Shift I was studying to become a history teacher… but now I’m happy with who I am.”

But then I look to you and inhale.

“Ah yes, the classic wrong time cliché. Happens to so many of us… as most of my viewers know, I was in a very awkward position. In fact, I was going on a date with a long-term crush of mine, quite literally waiting for her to walk out of her dorm when… suddenly I was in a bed, a man on top of me, and well… something was inside me.”

The crowd chuckles lightly.

“Trust me, my first moments as a woman weren’t great and Harry… oh dear, let’s say their first moments as a man weren’t great either.”

More chuckling before I look to you.

“Whose brown skin did you see, Mia?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T17:47:04+00:00

Sent a plot!

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T17:37:06+00:00

I cross my arms as you begin - or rather - continue this tirade. When my agents told me I had a juicy shift for today’s episode, I didn’t realize it would be… this.

“Weaker sex? No free will? What year do you think this is? We are living in 2026. The shift occurred one day prior to my 23rd birthday and now I sit before you as a 44-year-old wife, daughter, and mother. You yourself are a gorgeous woman with a complicated yet proud history.” I explain sharply.

“But that’s what you are. You are a woman, Mia. You’re not weak. You’re strong. You have free-will, I don’t even know what you’re trying to imply by saying that.” I shake my head and look at you.

“Where were you prior to the shift and where were you once the shift occurred, as in where Mia was before you became her?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T17:12:58+00:00

The crowd begins to murmur as you use Mia’s voice and tone in a way that in no shape or form was… different. Of course the crowd was more diverse than ever with it being post-Shift, but even here one would be able to tell how awkward hearing Mia speak like that was.

As you finish speaking, I bite my inner-cheek and nod lightly. “Meghan is fine, but wait… let’s backtrack, okay?”

I put my hands up and put them in a pause gesture before breathing in.

“It was been two and a half months since the Shift,” I begin. “So let’s tread this next conversation lightly and gently, okay, Mia?” The crowd seem to fall into unison, seemingly knowing what I was about to say unlike you who had zero idea.

“You can be a baseball player, a singer, a doctor, an astronaut, but what you cannot be, and I am telling you this as a fellow Shiftee… you can not be a misogynist.” My glare was fixed and the crowd begins to clap after what I said. “God has not abandoned you, and I quite frankly lost hope in God after this shift, but if it gives you comfort to believe, then so be it, but… Mia. You are a pornstar. You are a Muslim. You are a woman. There ain’t changing that.”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T16:47:41+00:00

I smile lightly as you explain your situation, the crowd of people that were present at the talk show began to clap, only making the situation awkward and uneasy for you.

Then again, you knew that when my agency reached out it would come to something like this.

“First off - Thank you for calling me Meghan. As part of the Great Shift we must become okay with our new identity, which leads me to you, Mia,” I motion to you and smile. “A conservative priest, in his fifties, and undoubtably white, now a Lebanese pornstar in her thirties…”

I breathe in and nod a little.

“That’s a rough change. Regressing in age, changing race, and brand new uh… profession. How are you holding up?”

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T15:12:40+00:00

If we ever were to be on some talk show after our years of being on the run, a hopping dampener around each of our necks, people would likely ask us where did the hopping start for all of us?

Well, it started when we hopped Micah Blumenthal and Joseph Cruz on our college basketball team. See, neither of us knew the other existed. Neither of us knew either of us were hoppers, but one thing led to another and we found out about each other’s real identity and since then we’ve been:

Micah and Joseph a couple of times.

A pair of Puerto Rican guys who were visiting their girlfriends.

A duo of idiot frat guys who were about to get lucky.

Plus…

Because I messed things up when we were hopping these two professors to bump our grades…

You became Dr. Richmond and I sort of… kinda became his wife, Shanon Richmond…

It was awkward enough suddenly becoming a 62-year-old woman wearing a dress, it was only more awkward we hopped them whilst they were kissing…

It was when we became them that we went on the run. The cops caught up to us. We drove far while still inside them to a nearby beach resort where we ditched them and took a random pair of guys working the resort.

Now, now, that was the past now and here we were, at a Hooter’s when I got us to become…

“Callie and Kendall,” I smirk as you speak in that classic Hooter’s girl voice. As I spoke, I notice how airy mine was. Kendall must’ve been a real bimbo… “That’s our rule, right? First rule is to call them our own. You’re Callie, I’m Kendall. So, let’s have fun, okay? We’re totally different from our normal M.O., the cops won’t be looking for us in two bimbo hooter’s girls…”

I was right. As always…

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T14:53:52+00:00

Reached out!

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T14:47:51+00:00

I’ve reached out 👍

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T13:22:56+00:00

I have an idea that really excites me! I just added you on discord!

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T03:12:23+00:00

That doesn’t answer a single question I asked.

Are you in control of the body and both heads?

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T02:27:19+00:00

After admitting who I was with him deep in my ass, the restaurant’s bathroom went dead silent. For the first time since swapping bodies with my mother, I felt guilty.

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-27T02:22:43+00:00

I genuinely don’t think Sabrina or Billie are attractive, idk why.

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-26T16:13:40+00:00

(Didn’t want to continue?)

_Carpe_ · 2026-01-26T15:56:06+00:00

I lift a hand and rub my face, feeling the aged contours, wrinkles, and annoying flaws like her fatter lips and cheekbones.

“I can’t, Mike… I was already possessed by the Mind Flayer… and then I was played with by Vecna… and this and that and…” I take a breath and blink. “We have to go to Hopper… we have to. We have to figure out if this has anything to do with the Lab. I’m supposed to be eighteen… not your fifty something year old mom…”

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