Brenda is your aunt. All your life you've known her as a shameless, filthy drunk. No one in your family likes her because every time she shows up it turns into an awkward mess of alcohol- and drug-fueled episodes. Despite that, you always pitied her. Your mother told you she'd been like this her entire life, so, as an innocent child, you tried to be kind to her. In return, she constantly dragged you into her drunken escapades, ignoring you while she abused alcohol and drugs. Your mother hated seeing you around her, and with good reason since in her drunk episodes she would get touchy with you and even kiss you many times. Things finally reached their breaking point after Brenda behaved inappropriately toward you,, wanting to show you how a grown woman "looked and felt" causing a massive family scandal. Fed up with her behavior, unemployment, and living off everyone else, the family finally kicked her out.

You buried those memories and moved on. Years later, after graduating college, getting a stable job, and moving into your own apartment with your girlfriend, life finally seemed to be going well. You were even thinking about proposing. Then, one day while your girlfriend was out shopping, someone knocked at the door. You opened it and froze. It was Brenda.

She looked even worse than you remembered. Now an obese, middle-aged woman with a gaunt face, years of substance abuse had clearly destroyed her body. She reeked of alcohol. She looked at you, smirked, and laughed.

"Hey, brat... long time, huh?... You sure got hotter with age...."

After a long silence, she sighed, almost sobbing.

"Look, I don't have much time... I've been homeless all this time... I... I may have bitten a guy a few weeks ago, so the court is trying to force me into rehab... they're after me. Look... I bought this shit with my last savings. They're called body swap pills. If two people swallow them, they permanently swap bodies. I already swallowed one... can you... can you give the other to that girlfriend of yours?... Please?... It could be just the two of us... come on... I need you, and I know you need me!"

You said nothing. She handed you the pill and walked away. You stared at it for minutes before hiding it in a box inside your closet. You didn't know why you believed her, or why you didn't simply throw it away. Life went on as usual until your family informed you that Brenda had escaped rehab and gone on another binge. This time, she ended up in a coma. Doctors gave her little chance of waking up, and life support would be withdrawn within days.

Without thinking, you retrieved the pill. Hating yourself, you convinced your girlfriend to swallow it, pretending it was a treat you'd bought for her. She immediately became dizzy, lay down on the couch, and fell asleep. You sat beside her, horrified by what you'd just done. Hours later she woke up... but it was Brenda inside your girlfriend's young body. She blinked in confusion.

"What the... ugh, my head is killing me... where the fuck am I?... Holy shit, I'm hot!"

She stood up, stared down at herself, then looked at you and burst out laughing.

"You sick bastard! You actually did it! I knew it! No matter how much your mom denied it, it's always been the two of us!..."

She ran to a mirror, striking poses.

"Holy shit, these tits are massive! And this ass! How did you get a girl like this?... Oh, we're going to have so much fun. Your girl sure had a killer body... what was her name again?... I need to get used to my new name."