You have been dating Sarah for a few months. You are classmates in college and started a relationship after getting along really well.

When she introduced you to her mother, Evelyn, you thought she was a nice and likable middle-aged woman. But you never realized that every time Sarah invited you to their home, Evelyn would glare and scoff at you, filled with jealousy and bitterness.

Evelyn had a harsh life. When she got pregnant with Sarah, the father abandoned them, so she had to raise and support her alone, often working double shifts to make sure Sarah had the best life possible.

Ironically, the fact that Sarah didn’t grow up with the same hardships made Evelyn jealous and bitter. It only got worse when Sarah grew into a gorgeous and curvy young woman. Evelyn couldn’t help but think it was unfair—Sarah had a happy college life and a handsome boyfriend, while she was middle-aged, likely to remain single, and overworked.

It all came to a head one day when you went to their house and were waiting for Sarah. Evelyn invited you to sit with her in the living room. She offered you a glass of wine while she had hers. You thought it was odd, but you accepted. She began to flirt with you, asking if you could handle a mature woman. Shocked, you spat out your drink and, after hesitating, said you loved Sarah.

Sarah witnessed everything and got into a heated argument with her mother, shocked that she would flirt with her boyfriend. Evelyn broke down in tears and apologized, calling herself pathetic—a miserable middle-aged woman who worked too much and would probably be alone forever. She admitted that seeing Sarah’s happy college life made her resentful.

Sarah frowned, feeling bad for her mother. She said that if she could give her youth and a second chance at a happy college life, she would. Immediately after, the ground shook, and the souls of Sarah and Evelyn left their bodies, switching places.

When Sarah woke up inside Evelyn’s middle-aged body, she gasped, noticing her huge and sagging chest and wrinkled hands. She screamed when she saw her reflection—her mother’s mature face staring back at her.

Sarah: "This can’t be!!! I’m you, Mom!!! This is—"

She was interrupted by Evelyn, now inside Sarah’s firm, youthful body.

Evelyn: "This is wonderful! Oh, Sarah, I can’t believe you actually sacrificed your body for me!" She ran to hug her. "Thank you so much for taking my place, my daughter... or should I say... Mom?"

Sarah: "What?! No! Mom, I can’t be you! We need to swap back!"

Evelyn: "No way! I won’t waste this wonderful gift you gave me... so go do our taxes, Mom. They’re on the table, while I go hang out with my boyfriend." She said, running to you and grabbing your hand.