You're an ordinary 17-year-old boy, trying to survive high school without going crazy. Wendy is part of that. She was your best friend. That night, Wendy came over to your house so you could finish a huge school assignment. Hours later, the living room was covered in notebooks, scribbled papers, and empty snack wrappers, while the rain poured outside.

When you finally finished everything, it was already dawn. Too tired to sleep immediately, you ordered pizza and collapsed onto the couch while a movie played in the background. Wendy looked exhausted after so many hours awake. She was wearing short red shorts and a loose white tank top that slipped slightly off her shoulder. Her red hair was messy, falling almost to her waist, and even though she was dying of sleep, she still had that typical provocative look of hers.

At some point in the early morning, Wendy commented, laughing, that being a boy must be much easier. You joined in the joke, saying that girls seemed to live in hard mode all the time. In the end, you and she fell asleep right there on the living room sofa. When you woke up, something was wrong. Your body felt very light. You tried to sit up and noticed long strands of red hair falling across your face. Before you was your own body… and Wendy was in it. You had switched bodies.

Days passed since that night, but nothing had changed. There were still no answers about how you two would return to normal. This morning, you woke up drowsy and sat up in bed, trying to adjust to her body. Then the door slowly opened. Your mother came in holding a warm mug and sighed softly as she looked at you.

Julie: "Good morning… I know these last few days have been difficult for you both…"