Gary and Lorraine Meadows walked up to the front door of their house. The drive home was an uneasy one. Gary obviously wasn't used to driving a car while wearing heels. But there was more to it than that. His wife wasn't taking this body swapping thing as well as he was. And all the way home, she remained uncharacteristically silent. Perhaps she was taking the time to reflect on what had happened to her, to work out how she would be living her life from that day forward. Gary wasn't sure. And since she barely uttered a word, it would seem that he would be left in the dark a little while longer.
Gary reached for his house key, but then remembered that he was wearing his wife's clothes, not his own. Lorraine kept her keys in her purse. He turned his attention towards it, then opened it.
"I've got it," his wife said. It was strange hearing his own voice instead. But it was nice that she was actually saying something at last. He watched as his wife (who looked exactly like him) took a set of keys out of her pocket, then found the house key and used it.
A moment later, they were inside the house.
"Anyone here?" Gary shouted.
They heard some rustling noises coming from upstairs, then two figures moved down the steps. Both of them were girls, all dressed in black.
"Who are you?" Gary asked.
One of the gothic-looking girls said "It's me, Mom. Biff."
"I'm not your mother. She is," Gary said, pointing to his left. "We swapped bodies at the mall."
"That's so fucking weird," Biff said.
"Biff," his mother snapped. "Watch that language."
Suddenly Biff seemed perturbed. "I can talk however the fuck I want."
"You're doing it again," the other gothic girl said, looking at Biff.
Biff looked at her, then back at his parents. "Sorry. I ... I don't know why, but the more time that passes, the less I feel like myself."
"Well, we're here now," his mother said. "We'll help you through this."
As Sarah walked towards her house, the neighborhood around her seemed less and less familiar to her. Yes, she still remembered growing up there, but she felt like she was out of place, like she shouldn't have lived there, or something. Ever since she left the hospital, these feelings were becoming more and more dominant.
Once she arrived at her house, she knocked on the door. Because of what happened last time, she decided to proceed with a little more caution. She didn't think she'd get shot again, but she didn't want to take any more chances.
A moment later, the door opened. It was her mother. But was it really her mother?
"You're that ... that boy," she said, timidly. "The one that ..."
"Yes, that's me," Sarah said. "Can I come in?"
"Uh ... okay," said the person who looked like Sarah's mother, before letting her into the house.
Sarah walked into the living room and saw a blood stain on the carpet. That's my blood, she thought, looking at it. Then she turned and looked at the person who let her in. "Who are you?"
"Uh ... my name is ... Meg. Meg Scott. I'm a student at the Ashcroft Academy for Young Ladies. It's ... uh ... right outside town."
Sarah had heard of it. But all the students there were young, like anywhere from about ten to eighteen. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen."
It was so weird to realize that this 13-year old stranger now looked like her hot mother. Wait a minute, Sarah thought. Did I just call my own mother hot?
"What are you doing here?" a voice suddenly asked. Sarah recognized it immediately, because it was her own.
She turned around and saw ... herself, walking down the steps of the stairs. This other person wasn't wearing the cheerleader outfit that Sarah was wearing when she got swapped, meaning that the boy who swapped with her (whose name was Chris Benitez) changed clothes. And that meant that he was in her bedroom, riffling through her stuff!
"What are you doing here?" Sarah asked back. "This is my house."
"Well, now it's mine," Chris said back to her. "I'm Sarah McMillan now and you're an intruder."
"You've got to be joking. Almost everyone in town is being swapped with someone else. No one's going to believe that you're me. Especially since you don't even act like me."
Chris walked down the steps to the floor. "What do you mean by that?" the boy said, placing his hands on his hips, in a very Sarah-like manner.
That pose makes her look so hot, Sarah thought. But then she added But, man, I'd really rather have a boyfriend. I am gay, after all. Sarah blinked. Why did she think that? She wasn't gay. And why would it be gay for her to like guys anyway? She was a girl!
"Just get out!" Sarah yelled. "Or I'll call the cops on you."
"You wouldn't," Chris said.
"Just watch me," Sarah said, walking over to the phone. She picked it up and was about to call 911, but Chris tackled her, pushing her to the ground and causing her to drop the phone. Looks were deceiving, obviously. The boy may have looked like Sarah, but that was just an illusion. Underneath it was a muscular and athletic boy who tackled other people on a regular basis, since he was on the football team. Sarah didn't have a chance.
She looked up at herself for a moment later, then fell unconscious.
"This is my life," Chris said. "And I'm going to keep it."
Steve marched towards his house. After the swap, he found himself on the other side of town, so it took him a while to get here.
Once he got to the front door, he realized that he didn't have a key. Why would he? If he was supposed to be Trevor now, then he wouldn't have the key with him. He hit the door with his fist. He had just about had it. Not only did he have to walk across half the town, but he had to do it with people throwing disgusted looks and comments at him, something he wasn't used to. And now, to top it all off, the fucking door was locked.
Or was it?
After he pounded the door, he realized that it was open. Not just unlocked, but definitely open. He pushed the door open a little more and hesitantly walked inside. Was there an intruder in the house? Besides that Trevor freak that swapped with him, he meant. He looked around, but didn't see anything.
Sighing, he walked to his bedroom, knowing full well who he would see there. He opened the door, but was surprised to see that Trevor wasn't there.
"Hmm," he muttered. "I wonder where he went?" He was only a little curious about it. Mostly, he was relieved that the Goth boy wasn't in his house, going through his stuff. It sickened him to know that Trevor now looked like him. And that he looked like Trevor.
Jamie opened the door, using Julie's key, and the two of them walked inside the house.
"Listen. I brought you back here so you can take off all of those clothes and jewelry and give them back to me," Julie said, still dressed in the McDonald's uniform. "I didn't want us to swap clothes back there because a lot of that jewelry is expensive, not to mention that dress. I didn't want to run the risk of it getting stolen. With all these switched people running around ..."
"Hey," Jamie said, interrupting her. "I thought I heard something. Is someone else here?"
"Only our maid Sylvia. But don't worry about her. She's harmless."
Danny peeked around the corner at the two people who came in. One was an average-looking teenage girl dressed in a McDonald's uniform. But the other was an incredibly sexy woman wearing an expensive dress and lots of jewelry. He hated the fact that he looked like this Latino bitch, but now he saw it as an opportunity. No one would suspect someone like this maid to do anything ... bad.
