Addison stepped off the train from St. Louis at the Memphis station, took two steps across the platform and stopped as a yellow and green sparkly cloud formed around HIM. When the cloud dissipated SHE was sitting on the sofa in the common room of the apartments in Brooklyn. It was early morning, but Hannah was there, dressed and ready to go to work.
“Addison?” Hannah seemed to be waiting for something.
Addison looked at her. “What were we doing? I just shifted.”
Hannah smiled. “Oh… we were talking about making dinner for everyone. The other Addison says he is a good cook.”
Addison leaned back into the sofa. Changing her position triggered sharp discomfort to the foremost region of her chest, distinctly revealing some notable irritation.
“Woo…” She cupped herself with her hands to relieve the sensation.
Hannah shook her head. “Your girls are angry, right?”
“Furious,” Addison looked around at the otherwise empty common area, then lifted her shirt to check. “What’s been going on?”
Hannah replied. “Let’s just say the girls have been running wild and unbridled since you left. He couldn’t accept the idea of wearing a bra.”
Addison rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I told him and he tried it a little, but…”
“He could’ve picked a softer fabric…” Addison abandoned her examination. “Just irritated and sore. Nothing to worry about.”
Hannah smiled. “I feel for you. It’s bad enough swapping with myself…”
Addison shook her head. “Have you ever thought about the… nuance of… having boy bits? Sitting… is different. Everything… Hannah, I don’t know about this shifting business… It’s…”
Hannah finished her thought. “Intrusive…”
Addison nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
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