The inside of a shower stall

When the odd blurring passed, I found myself looking at a wall of white tiles. Hot water ran over my bare skin and everything seemed off somehow. The shower taps too high, the stall too wide. Confused, I span around, trying to get my bearings. My feet skidding on the wet floor, I threw out a hand to catch myself, and that's when I got the shock of my life.

My hand wasn't my hand! The skin was a rich dark brown, smooth and almost hairless, a sharp contrast to the pale freckled complexion and reddish hair I'd inherited from my Scottish grandfather. Nor was the arm it was attached to my arm. It was well-toned, but much too slender to be mine. I'd been using my staff discount to hit the gym for the past few months and while I was no Adonis I was quite proud of the way my guns had developed. But all of that seemed almost trivial compared to the chest the arm was attached to. The chest and the firm high breasts jutting from it. A woman's breasts on a woman's chest with a woman's arms and hands. And beyond all that nestled between what appeared to be a woman's soft thighs and covered with a thick thatch of dark hair was what could only be a woman's pussy, my pussy!

"Oh my god!" I screeched in eerie harmony with at least two other voices just outside the cubicle, "I'm a woman!"

I burst from the stall to see Mrs. Turner, the other two girls from earlier, and another me, or someone that looked exactly like the real me, all staring at each other in utter confusion.

"Wait, you're not a woman?" We all chorused together, "then who the hell are you?"

We all blinked at the question all five of us had asked in unison.

"I'm Callum!" We each insisted, the man with my face looking especially indignant at the suggestion that he could be anyone else, "No, I'm Callum... Aren't I?"

I certainly felt like Callum, even if I was stuck in this strange woman's body. I could clearly remember waking up that morning, jerking my cock, brushing my teeth, eating a hurried breakfast, and rushing to work to avoid another lecturer from my supervisor. The same as yesterday and the day before and many days before that. My whole rather ordinary life right back to when a little kid you couldn't fake that, I had to be who I thought I was. Which meant these others had to be faking. Why I couldn't possibly imagine, but I knew exactly how to catch them out.

"Hey!" I snapped, "pop quiz hotshots. What's my mother's maiden name?"

I rolled my eyes as the others echoed my words exactly. I didn't know how they were doing that, but it was getting irritating.

"Hey, I asked first." I protested before giving in and answering my own question, "Uhg, fine, it's Mitchell."

The fact that the others seemed to know the right answer as well wasn't enough to convince me, though, anyone could have found that out. We continued with our round of questions and answers, the questions becoming more personal, until we were talking about stuff like the colour of my first girlfriend's pubes and whether I thought my neighbour's wife or my ex's mom had the better ass.

Finally, I gave up trying to catch them out and threw up my hands in disgust. It was crazy but they all seemed absolutely convinced they were really me and honestly was it any stranger than the fact that I was a bare-ass naked black chick in the middle of the women's changing room.

That damn app, it was the only thing I could think of, it had changed me somehow, maybe it had changed all of us?

Without needing to discuss it, we gathered around our male self as he held up his phone.

"Congratulations" the notification now read, "your mental state has been successfully transmitted to the selected targets. Enjoy your multi-body experience with Gemini App"

I certainly didn't recall any App called Gemini, and neither did any of the other mes, but there it was. Clicking through the various options, it showed the current user as Callum Mcdonald and listed four "receivers" as being currently "connected". Letitia Reed, Karen Turner, with Britney and Kaitlyn Chase.

The about this app page didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense, reading like it had been run through a translation program by someone that didn’t speak either the original language or English. The parts we could figure out seemed to say that we were all Callum in a sense. My mind had been linked to each of these women, taking complete control of their bodies and forming a sort of psychic network.

Finally, there was an option to add new receivers or to disconnect existing ones, but both were greyed out with a sort of recharge bar slowly filling up beneath them but with no timer visible it was impossible to say how long the app was going to take to "charge".

It seemed I/we would be stuck like this for a while yet. We looked up from the phone to each other, each having the same thought...