The person that cheerleader Jessica Davis disliked the most was the Goth boy Trevor Blake. In fact, she didn't just dislike him, she despised him, and the rest of the Goth crowd. Everything about them was sickening, from how they dressed to how they talked to the type of activities they did. Witches, vampires and freaks - that's what Jessica and her friends called them.
As the teacher began to talk, Jessica started to become dizzy. It only lasted a few seconds, but when the dizziness cleared, she realized that she was on the other side of the room. How did she get there?
Then she looked down at herself and nearly screamed. From the look of things, she had Trevor Blake's body, as unbelievable as that sounded. She touched her flat chest and then plunged her hand down Trevor's black leather skirt. Underneath, she could feel the penis that was there. There was no doubt now. She was Trevor.
Just as she was about to vomit, realizing she'd probably be stuck in this disgusting Goth boy's body for a very long time, a girl jumped up out of her seat and yelled "What the fuck?"
Jessica looked up and realized that it wasn't just a girl, it was her. Or more specifically her body.
"Ms. Davis, please don't use that kind of language in my class," the teacher said.
"Davis?" her body said. "I'm not Jessica. I'm Trevor."
Jessica's eyes went wide, realizing that somehow her mind had been swapped with Trevor's. And now she had his body and he had her's.
