I hate the Alt-Shift so much! But I know that if I want to avoid the Re-education Camps, I have to pretend that I'm 36-year-old Brandi instead of 19-year-old Albert when in public company.
My new husband is unshifted but sympathetic. He hopes, as the authorities claim, that adopting our bodies' roles will help reclaim our "proper" memories. But he's allowed me one small concession: if I try to act like his wife during the day, he'd buy a new PS5 and let me play online to unwind at night.
He's such a sweet man, really. I can kinda see why Brandi fell for him…
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