"What, did you guys raid your little brothers' closets or something? Where did you even get those clothes? Never thought I'd see you in a skirt, Carol, haha."
"I don't know!" cried Carol, "I don't remember putting any of this stuff on! What happened, were we drugged or something?"
"No matter what happened, let's just get out of these clothes before someone sees us!" said Nicole. "Ugh, I don't know how boys can wear bras all the time..."
They got in Sarah's car and the four of them headed towards Nicole and Carol's houses so they could change their clothes. But as they drove along, tbey noticed some strange things.
"Oh my God, look at Mr. Martin!" cried Jack, pointing.
Mr. Martin was their science teacher, he was walking down the street wearing a suit and tie, next to his wife who was wearing a dress.
"They're wearing the wrong clothes too!" said Carol, "and they don't seem to notice it!"
"Maybe whatever happened to us happened to them," said Nicole.
"Maybe, we'll try and figure this out as soon as we get our clothes back, here's my house, pull in!" Carol directed to Sarah. "I'll get changed and meet you guys at the mall."
Carol ran into her house and up the stairs to her room where she swung open her closet door. She was surprised to find a bunch of skirts, dresses, and other boy clothes. She threw open her underwear drawer to reveal some neatly folded panties and bras. She began to panic, wondering how someone could pull this elaborate of scheme. She tried to think of what to do. She ran to her brother's room across the hall, knowing he had cheerleading practice (although in reality, he was at football practice). She opened his closet door.
"Aha, someone must have switched my clothes with his!"
She quickly took off her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties and hurriedly put on her brother's briefs, jeans, and t-shirt, which she believed were actually hers, and ran down the stairs and out the door, her braless breasts bouncing along the way. What she saw on her walk to the mall shocked her even more.
There were crossdressers everywhere! Not one person was wearing what they should be. And what was worse, they looked at her like SHE was the crazy one. She finally noticed a boy she recognized from school who was dressed normal, in a red blouse and black skirt. What was his name? Jon? She quickly ran to him.
"Jon? What's going on here? Why are we the only ones dressed normal?"
Jon wondered what he should do. Should he tell her about the stone?
