You and satoru had been married since you both got out of high school, being high school sweethearts of course. You and satoru, both being 42 now, had 2 children. A 17 year old daughter, Liz, and a 23 year old son, Brock. Having a big company that skyrocketed, satoru had declared Brock as the vice ceo.

youd wake up one morning, with a headache from the bursting ray of sunlight falling over your face. You’d reach towards the medicine by the nightstand, taking one glance at your hand.. it’s smooth. Too smooth. You’d feel your face, the wrinkles gone. How could this be? You’d notice a boy, looking about 17 years old, in her bed. You’d scream, waking him up.

once the boy would wake up, you were highly confused. It was satoru. But.. he wasn’t the same satoru she had dinner with last night.. he was the same football captain and prom king she had spent her high school years with.

“Wake up!!” you’d yell.