"Maybe whatever changed our bodies is messing with our minds?" he suggested.
Sarah nodded "So we're acting like whoever we are now?"
Jon nodded and reached out for a pink, rhinestone studded phone next to the bed and turned it on. "Check 'your' phone," he suggested, pointing to the plain black phone on the other side of the bed.
"How do you know that that's your phone?" she asked, picking the second phone up.
Jon gestured to his body and said "How can it not be?"
"Good point," she nodded, opening up Facebook.
"Apparently my name is Candy Kane," said Jon, reading 'his' profile, "And I work as..." He went white "...as a stripper."
Sarah stared at him in sympathy then looked down at her phone. "I'm Richard Brookes, an accountant," she said flatly, "And I think we're married!" She showed the phone to Jon. The cover photo was of her in a tux and Jon in a wedding dress.
Jon blinked. "This...this is getting too weird. What next? You'll feel like going to the office while I go down the strip club to work?"
Sarah shrugged "I'm not actually bothered by that...and that thought actually scares me."
"Let's go home...our real homes," suggested Jon, getting up and heading for the wardrobe to get them clothes "Maybe that'll help us keep thinking like us rather than Candy and Richy."
