No one I know now. I would wait until I was very old and, say, in the end stages of cancer or some other debilitating, fatal disease. Then I would swap with the prettiest of nurses, after which I would become a lifelong lesbian.
I wonder what it would be like to eat a meal while in the body of someone with opposite food likes and dislikes.
Not curious enough to go through the bother though, even if it’s a super easy snap of the fingers type of deal.
Here’s the cracked’ take on body switching.
To discover that your favorite food tastes disgusting when you eat it with someone else’s mouth? Horrifying, and maybe a little enlightening. Maybe they see colors different though, that would be a trip.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but my personal preferences are going over with me.
Was it a Jack Chalker story? IIRC, he was obsessed with that.
My mother has a chronic, intractable migraine; COPD; sleep apnea; and a host of other ailments. She’s not terminally ill, however. If I could be assured that she wasn’t going to die anytime soon, I’d trade bodies with her for a week to give her a body without pain for awhile.
First off, good for you ekedolphin. Parents are important. You provide what you can.
As for me, I’d like to change with my Wednesday Scrabble partner. A decent and honest fellow, but a complete country rube. Has lived in the same county for his entire life, and was brought up on manners and customs that are strange to me. I would enjoy one week in his shoes, just to confirm or deny that his “country rube-ness” is genuine or a put-on.
(Sadly, I wager genuine.)