Leslie and you have been a couple for a year now. As an anniversary gift, you had planned a trip to a beach resort, but since it was peak summer, the prices were absurd. You eventually gave up on the idea, but days later, Leslie showed you an alternative: a "swap vacation." It seemed to be a program where people could enjoy new places by swapping bodies via a special helmet and a PC program. The service worked by having the client purchase a helmet and initiate a body swap with someone at the desired vacation destination. After an agreed-upon amount of time, they would swap back.

You thought it was insane, but Leslie was genuinely intrigued. Besides, the cheapest service tier was so affordable that it seemed worth the try. You sighed, knowing she wouldn't give up, so you bought a helmet each and paid for the service. You scheduled an entire week at a resort in Rio. When the time came, you lay on the bed with your helmets ready. Leslie looked at you and giggled.

"Ready, babe? Because I sure am! I can't wait to be a hot, curvy Brazilian babe. I've always hated being so skinny!"

You sighed, and then your helmets activated. You fell unconscious. A few minutes later, Leslie woke up. She took off her helmet and realized it had worked; you were now in a room at the resort. She laughed until she noticed how raspy her voice sounded. Then, she realized her back and knees were killing her. She looked down to see a huge, saggy chest and a body covered in wrinkles. She looked into the mirror and saw her new, wrinkled face; she touched her gray, dry hair and screamed.

"What the hell! I'm old!"

You then woke up in your new body. You were shocked to see that you weren't just elderly, but also obese and bald. Leslie looked at you, surprised.

"And you, babe, are a bald fat guy! ...Shit, this explains why it was so cheap! We are stuck like this for a week?!"

Her panic was interrupted when she looked through a window at the beautiful beach, the resort pool, and the many luxury restaurants outside.

"Well... at least the place is nice."

She looked back into the mirror, noting she was wearing a bikini that exposed all of her wrinkled skin and saggy chest.

"Damn, chill with the clothes, granny. The ID says we're a couple named 'The Johnsons'... oh, I'm scared to know how old we actually are."