I snuck out the back, where a hand grabbed me, spun me round and handcuffed me. Suddenly I was pushed up against a wall as my rights were read.
Soon I found myself in a police station, worry and stress causing time to slip passed as in a dream.
"what is this" a man demanded pointing at the device I had used earlier, when suddenly it vanished... "what was that?" He demanded looking around the room. "My guess is magic" I sighed, "I think whoever I swapped with has worked out how to use the stone" I continued. "What stone" he asked thumping the table I front of me.
"Well, it's a long story" I began. "I am Joanne Simpson and I blew up Washington, in the bag you will find the trigger used" I continued. But stopped suddenly.
"I am Jo Simpson, I am a woman.... I am not a man, I blew up the president and should be arrested" I continued, as the man smiled, checking the camera was recording. "I was on my way to Mexico to escape the law, this is my body, I am a woman" I screamed
What was happening, the door opened and in walked another man with a suitcase. Placing it on the table. It was opened in front of me.
Inside were clothes, huge bras and panties and a passport, the guard opened it, "Says here you are called Stephanie Jones" he said throwing it on the table, "this one says Joanne Simpson though" he smirked.
"That is my bag and those are my clothes" I shouted, again annoyed at the words escaping my lips.
"I had a fake passport to escape the country in case anyone discovered I was responsible" I added... Shock filling me.
