Peter often came over to your apartment just like usual. Tonight was no different. As you both lounged on the couch watching TV, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Curious, you went to check, only to find no one there—just a small, mysterious box lying on the floor.

"Probably a delivery mix-up," you thought, picking it up and bringing it inside.

Peter glanced over. "What's that, darling?"

"No idea," you replied, setting it on the table. Opening it revealed an ancient, weathered book, its cover etched with intricate patterns.

"Wow, that looks... old," Peter remarked, leaning closer. Intrigued, you both touched the book, but the moment your fingers grazed its surface, a strange sensation washed over you. Darkness followed.

When you opened your eyes, something felt... off. Looking down, you realized you were in Peter's body. Across from you, Peter blinked in confusion—your expression staring back at you.

"Are we... swapping bodies?" Peter asked, his voice—your voice—tinged with disbelief. Grabbing a mirror, he studied his new reflection, tilting his head this way and that. "Wow... they look adorable," he thought.