Jack was walking down the road when he was hit full in the face by a temporal Rift.
His Body was destroyed, but his consciousness was sent back in time to 1945 and into the Body of a good-time girl who had just spent the night entertaining and comforting the boys at the local USA air bases.
He looked down and felt the cold morning air across his Body, surprised by how cold and uncomfortable he was.
He picked up a jacket and tried to cover himself with it.
Headspinning panic rising, he said to himself in a voice that was sweet and delicate and not his own I am pretty sure this was not my Body 20 minutes ago.
He was pretty sure he had been a man.
He was pretty sure he was wearing a tracksuit and a hoodie, not knickers and a bra.
He found a dress and a handbag, and guessed it must have belonged to him.
He slipped on the dress, feeling slightly warmer, and picked up the handbag.
He found this woman's identity card.
Her name was Rebecca Johnson.
I was in England in 1943.
He was in a town called Witte Wood.
She worked on base at the local NAFI.
He also gathered from a couple of the airmen and service personnel that she was well known and well liked because of the favour she was happy to give out.
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