At another Swap Clinic the renter enters in through the front doors, getting there early to sign much of the remaining paperwork before they could take possession of the body they had so eagerly rented out.
Before long, I would find myself wearing their body, the body of a younger woman for the next week.
Sitting alone in my apartment I fiddle with my phone, my eyes darting up to the notification bar over and over as I await the pending pop-up. It was overdue, the email I had been expecting all morning.
I had tried to push the thought from my mind in any way I could. From cooking as a lavish breakfast as I could on my meager budget, to reading the various books on my shelf, to searching the job listings in the hope that I wouldn't need to even read the email I was expecting.
Sadly however nothing had worked, each task in turn slowly ending in me staring down at my phone screen in anxious anticipation.
Suddenly my phone buzzes. Despite having been waiting for it to do so the vibrations on my hands cause me to jump in my seat. Looking at the notification I swallow hard, slowly building up the courage to tap the notification that reads...
SWAP CLINIC: RENT-TO-SWAP APPLICATION
