What were the chances this would happen? We saw the news about people reporting cases of suddenly changing bodies after seeing a bright blue light, but those cases were in another city! All Jenny and I thought about it was making the usual party question of what kind of famous person would you swap lives with and laughing a bit.

But now it was our turn, after a fairly boring mall tour where we just looked some stores around and decided everything was too expensive, now our lives were going to change forever.

How it felt is very hard to describe, as if having a sudden trippy dream where your conscience is apparently thrown into a colourful funnel, until you snap out of it and realize how alien reality feels now in all kinds of ways.

Now I felt.. less healthy in a way, more fragile, vulnerable and also a bit colder. Opening my eyes I could see why, I was now a female teen! internally my brain was now making sense of my smaller stature and thinner build, and looking down I saw my now dainty manicured hands, breasts that I believed were slightly bigger than Jenny's and the reason I felt colder, now I was using a crop top that exposed my midriff and ripped jeans that exposed part of my thighs and knees.

"W-wha..." I noticed an overweight man close to me, seemingly also in shock.. It couldn't be, could it? His voice sounded a bit nasal, and he was wearing a black blazer and beige pants.

"Is that.. Jen?" I asked fearing the worst, noting my new girly voice and starting to become a bit anxious

The man looked at me as if someone died as he nodded slowly before losing control.

"Oh God... Why? Why us? Why this?" Jenny became angry and  I calmed her.. or him, down, but for some reason this was affecting me a lot. I felt like I wanted to cry.

A quick pocket search confirmed the identity of the man Jenny swapped bodies with, a 44 years old male, and confirmed that I was in the body of his 18 year old daughter.

"Does that mean they have our bodies? We should search them" Jenny asked, but I had no idea if that was the case, or if it there was something we could do once we found them. That news report didn't gave any positive conclusions, just treating the victims as if they were crazy, so we needed to be careful.

"I don't know, maybe we should know more about them first?" I suggested, not really knowing what to do at all. A part of me was already resigned to believe this was permanent.

What happens next?