"Give it back!" He heard a deep voice that he recognized well.
"Excuse me?" Milton asked in a strangely sweet yet demonic voice.
The man on the other side of the phone began to cry. "I don't want to be old and fat and ugly...I want to be me again. I was never happy with myself, but it was better than this."
Milton was beginning to put two and two together. Apparently, this constant shifting was not only affecting him, but whoever he switched with. He could only guess that the black man he just was found himself in his original body, and now this teenage girl was in the black man's body he was just in.
"I don't..." Milton began, "I don't know what to do. Meet me after school, I guess. I gotta go, your mom is giving me crap. I don't know how this happened. Well, figure it out, though, I promise."
She sniffed, "Ok."
"In the meantime, call this number..." Milton gave him "Milton's" phone number to try and see if they could all figure this out & explained quickly what she did know. After exchanging goodbyes, she quickly got dressed and bolted downstairs.
