Micah crouched on the dock to untie the sailboat’s moorings, wind whipping his hair into his face. It'd been years since he had hair, and had never grew it out to such a length. Should he cut it afterwards? 'No, no,' Micah shook his head, 'one thing at a time.' If all went to plan, he would have the rest of his life to decide how to style his hair, and the rest of this body.

It was pure chance that Micah booked his vacation with Exchange Island, but it well-reviewed and slots filled as quickly as they were released to the public. He had hoped to be swapped with another man, ideally someone the polar opposite from his weedy self. Tall, muscular, an upgrade “down below”, the works. When Micah was instead put into he body of a woman, it was just another disappointment for him to get hung up on. That’s how he felt then, but after about two weeks experiencing the pleasure of the female form, he knew going back to his old body- his old [tpb]life[/tpb]- wasn’t an option.

Quiet, reserved Micah didn't think he had it in him to do something this drastic, but here he was, stealing one of the resort's boats and sailing off to the mainland, laying low until the authorities would give up on the search. He had no close family or friends back home, and the prospect of starting over in his dream body was all too enticing to give up on. 

Micah was starkly aware none of this was fair, but he rationalized: the Island must have a backup body or something as insurance for the (hopefully soon-to-be former) owner of the body he was running off with. With any luck she'll get a body even better than her original. Although if he thought her body wasn't perfect, he probably wouldn't be willing to give up his entire life for it. No, he distracted himself long enough. Micah looked to the horizon, steeling himself, “can’t lose my nerve now, gotta shove off now while it’s clear. I’m doing this, damn the consequences…”[tpb][/tpb]