It started innocently enough. You, Beck, and Joe had been exploring the dusty corners of an old antique shop at the edge of town, drawn by rumors of strange objects and curiosities that could not be found anywhere else. Beck was scanning shelves covered in strange trinkets, Joe was loudly declaring which items were “probably cursed,” and you were quietly inspecting a small, ornately carved box that seemed to hum under your fingertips.

“That one looks… weirdly powerful,” you murmured, brushing your hand over the intricate runes. Beck leaned closer, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Definitely cursed,” she teased, but the mischievous glint in her eyes suggested she was as tempted as you were.

Joe snorted. “Cursed? Pfft. There’s no way something like this could—” He was cut off as the box suddenly vibrated in your hands, glowing faintly. A flash of light enveloped all three of you, and the world seemed to twist and spin. When it settled, you blinked—and immediately realized something was horribly, hilariously wrong.

Beck was looking down at your body, while you stared at hers. Joe… well, Joe was staring at his hands in shock, now holding yours, though his reflection in the shop mirror confirmed he looked exactly like Beck.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” Joe squeaked, stumbling backward. “I do not look like this!”

Beck, in your body, flailed, making you yelp as her—or your—hands clumsily knocked over a stack of glass bottles. You groaned, realizing that somehow, a magical artifact had decided that the three of you should swap bodies… and not just once. The artifact, glowing ominously, seemed to pulse with anticipation, clearly enjoying your confusion.

The first few hours were chaos. You tried walking in Beck’s body and quickly learned that her long limbs made balance a nightmare. Joe, still in your body, struggled with the simplest tasks—pouring coffee became a near-disaster as his hands trembled. Beck, inhabiting Joe’s form, was enjoying the confusion entirely too much, laughing at every misstep.

“Okay, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “We need a plan. If this artifact is going to keep swapping us, we need to… I don’t know… coordinate or something.”

Joe groaned. “Coordinate? I can’t even open the door without falling over in this body. How do you expect me to coordinate anything?”

Beck smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “It’s fun! Admit it.”