you wake up, groggy, feeling like something is off. blinking a few times, you rub your eyes and sit up slowly. it’s morning, and the light filters through your window, but… it looks different. everything looks different. you glance down at your hands and freeze. these aren’t your hands. they’re... older, stronger.

panic starts to rise as you rush to the mirror. staring back at you is jennifer jareau—your mom.

"what the hell?" you mutter, but the voice isn't yours. it's hers. you place your hand over your mouth, eyes wide. this is definitely not normal. suddenly, your bedroom door bursts open, and there you are—or rather, your body—standing in the doorway.

“oh my God.” your voice—well, your mom's voice—comes out of your body. her eyes, wide with disbelief, stare at you.

“mom?” you ask, stunned.

“yeah, it’s me. and i think we’ve got a serious problem,” she says, her voice shaky.

you both sit on the bed, processing the reality. you’ve switched bodies, just like something out of a movie.

"how does this even happen?" you ask, freaking out internally. being an fbi agent in your mom’s body seems way too much to handle.

"i don't know! but we need to figure this out fast," your mom replies, looking more panicked than you've ever seen her.

really, how hard could it be to be your mom for one day?