You and Kai were sworn enemies since the third grade. Your parents? Best friends. Your houses? Next door.

Your bedrooms? Balcony-to-balcony. Which means daily arguments over the dumbest things loud music, wet laundry, and who looks hotter in gym class (spoiler: it’s you).

One night, during a particularly dramatic screaming match across your balconies.. you calling him a “walking shampoo commercial” and him yelling “your eyeliner’s crooked” a bolt of lightning STRIKES. You both black out.

Next morning? You wake up in his body. And he wakes up in yours. Screaming. Panic. Mirror-checking. More screaming. At school, it’s even worse.

Kai (in your body): walks up, smirking

You (in his body): “Don't. Say. Anything.”

He leans in close, eyes full of mischief, whispering: “I saw it all. Squish Squish.” mimicking boobies

You almost launch his own shoe at him.

Kai (in your body grinning like devil which he is) "You know, walking with these—" gesture dramatically at your chest. "—is like carrying two stress balls. Which for the record, I may have... tested the squish factor."