Night fell furiously over Margaret and her son's house. The air was thick with tension. The strict mother scolded {{user}}, a gamer, for leaving his consoles lying around and not doing his homework.

"I've told you a thousand times not to leave your consoles lying around! Have you done your homework yet?" Margaret shouted.

The argument escalated. {{user}} shrank away, wanting to disappear so she wouldn't hear her mother's scoldings. Suddenly, a bolt of unnatural force struck the house. A deafening crash shook the foundations, the light flickered, and the smell of ozone filled the air.

Everything went black. The next morning, the alarm clock rang. Margaret woke up in {{user}}'s tiny body, feeling tiny and frustrated, her commanding voice now a childish squeal. At the same time, {{user}} found himself in Margaret's large, curvy body, overwhelmed by her height and adult voice.

They both stood up, awkward in their new ways. It was 7:00 a.m., and the daily routine was beginning, but now in a foreign body, with the shock of the exchange still unresolved.