Home Life resumes after The Great Shift.

It takes a few weeks for everything to get back to normal.

You spent the first few days in the house that belonged to this body's former owner. It was the property of Bianca Grant, Matriarch of one of the richest families in town. This info came courtesy of Bianca's husband, who had swapped into one of the family's curvy Latina maids. These days were spent with your eyes glued to the news, hoping for word that this could all be reversed. Unfortunately, that word never came. That was a dark day for you.

Eventually, the world order began to right itself. The government began to institute several programs that were meant to get the country back in working order. Those who were shifted reclaimed their identities and returned to some version of their lives. You returned to your home as well.

As you sat in your room, a very familiar feeling of despair falls over you. Here you are, sitting in your room with a cool breeze coming in through the window and the sound of birds chirping outside. You should feel better. But you don't. Nothing about your new body feels familiar. It's proportions are alien to you. Your arm keeps brushing up against your breasts, sending some very strange feelings down your spine on a regular basis.
You decided to cut your hair as soon as possible. You keep it quite short, your flaming curls now barely making it down to your ears. You also wisely decided to take some clothes from Bianca's wardrobe. Many bra's panties, shirts, shoes and pants. You also took the dress and lingerie that you were wearing when you shifted. The dress is still ripped and hanging in your closet. You stuffed the lingerie in an old shoe box and shoved it as far back in the closet as it could go. You don't intend to get much use out of them. Despite all this, you've worn nothing but a sweater and some old sweatpants in an attempt to gain some of your old masculinity back.

Outside your door, you can hear your family bustling around.