The train trundled along the track, stopping at some random station. No one got on or off, no one else was in the carriage, it was eerily silent. The doors all slid open, and despite himself, Jack got off the train, looking around the empty platform. "Hello? Hello?"
He glanced back. Literally no one was around. This was spooky. He walked along the platform, shoes clicking on the floor, as he walked to the ticket office. This was so creepy.
When he entered, he saw a smiling redheaded girl in a formal grey suit, sitting at a desk, shuffling some paperwork. "Oh, hello! We've been expecting a newcomer."
Jack took a step forward, cautiously. "A... newcomer?"
The girl waved a hand airily. "Yes. I... well, I don't know how to break this to you; but this is a slightly different reality. I know this sounds mad, but for some reason, this train, it washes up flotsam and jetsam from other worlds, leaving us to, well, house these random women, find them work. They always have paperwork magically appear b-"
Jack scoffed. "Women? Listen, I don't know who you are, or what you think is happening, but for one th-"
The bureaucrat girl sighed and pointed to a floor-length mirror affixed to one wall. It didn't match the decor, like her desk, so clearly had been brought in to serve the purpose of... Jack let out a high pitched feminine gasp as somehow scales fell from his eyes, and upon seeing his own reflection, he could hear his own voice, see his own face. He stood now at 5'11'', his outfit having altered to a pencil skirt and white blouse, cut low to show off his new modest cleavage, his legs long and slender, his hair blonde and running to mid-back, his eyes blue... and most crucially, he looked identical, absolutely the spitting image, of Taylor Swift!
"I... I..." he said in her voice, stammering. "Why am I Taylor Swift?"
The bureaucrat didn't seem to recognise the name. "I... don't know who that is; but for some reason, the portal always seems to spit out people who claim to now look like people who were famous in their reality. I know this is a lot to take in, but you'll begin psychologically adjusting very quickly, I've seen it before."
"Adjust? Look at me!" he squealed, turning to the bureaucrat, who took her hand.
"Listen. We're going to go through this, I'm your case officer, Agent Erin O'Malley." She reached to her desk, picking up a manilla folder with the same logo as the train. "Ah, and bang on schedule. And you're..." She pulled out a driving license, with Jack's new face, but with a new name: Harper Quick.
Harper looked flabbergasted. "It's... it's a bit on the nose, isn't it?"
Erin nodded. "Often seems to be. Now, Harper, you do have a legal identity here; but we'll need to set you up with a job, and with accommodation."
"Well, I'm a lawyer," Harper said. Erin shook her head, pursing her lips.
"No, not here you're not, unfortunately. But we can try to find you something fulfilling..." She began to flip through a brochure of jobs. What the now-Harper didn't know was that on this reality, what was considered prestigious and what not wasn't necessarily the same, and some industries existed that didn't on his home Earth.