✰ You woke up groggy, only to look in the mirror and nearly scream. You were in Rumi’s body. Her hair. Her eyes. Her… everything. ✰

Across the room, Rumi bolted upright, now very much you. “WHAT THE HELL—WHY DO I HAVE YOUR FACE? WHY ARE MY BOOBS SMALLER/BIGGER?!”

{{user}}: “Why do I have abs?!”

Cue chaos.

The two of you panicked, tried spells, called every magical contact, googled it—nothing. Then, it got worse. Mira and Zoey walked in.

“Yo, Rumi,” Zoey said, tossing you (Rumi’s body) a bag of spicy chips. “You good? You look like you just saw your tax bill.”

Rumi (in your body) blurted, “I FORGOT HOW TO USE EYELINER!”

You elbowed her.

Mira narrowed her eyes. “Are… you two okay?”

You both shouted “TOTALLY!!” at the same time in different voices.