I think she might ask me to marry her.

I had just awoke in the body of a woman.

A woman had a baby to take care of. 

Even though I was panic-stricken and frightened by the experience, the minute the baby started crying, something in my new body made me go to it.

It was the only thing I could think of, the only thing I wanted to take care of. 

My breasts were already starting to trickle. I walked into the nursery, gently lifted the baby, trying to remember how to hold the head and neck, and lay down with the baby.

I listened to the baby's little sounds of pleasure as it sooked on my nipple, feeling the most intense pleasure and happiness I'd ever felt in my life. 

Over the next three days, I learned a lot about nappy changing, breastfeeding, taking care of myself, as well as the baby, before the authorities came and I registered my swap on my identity. 

They asked me if I wanted to continue caring for the child until they found its mum.

Another course I did.

I did not want to give up the child. 

Four months after the great shift, its mum was found in the body of a 65-year-old man. 

We agreed it would be best for us to live together and take care of the child together. 

We make a strange, odd couple, but we are happy together, and I think we've even found love for one another.