It's Georgia! (Texas)

Georgia and Texas stared at each other as if it was the weirdest case of looking through a twisted mirror. Both were in each other's body and getting a good look at the other through the others eyes.

"Well, well. If it ain't the sheriff. Or should I say, former deputy?" Georgia asks with a smirk.

"Oh, quiet you varmint. You know full well that you don't belong in that chair." Texas spat back.

"Hmm...is that a fact? I mean, the little plate says Texas. And I am Texas. So maybe it's you who doesn't belong on that chair." She chuckled. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the sheriff. And I got a lot of new changes to add to this town."

Texas glared at her. "Not on my watch!" She charged at Georgia with the intent of tackling her. While she does have her pistol with her, she didn't want to damage her own body to the point where she couldn't heal.

Georgia thought the same way, and leapt to the side and dodged Texas's attack. "Gotta say, your body ain't half bad. Sure, it's not nearly as good as mine, seeing as how much ass I got while you..." She rubbed her rear and felt it. "Don't have as much. Not to mention your gas doesn't even smell like anything or is as strong as mine!"

"I take pride in that!" Texas stood up and tried to deliver a sweeping kick to Georgia, whick she nimbly ducked under before giving Texas an uppercut.

"But since your body is so small and quick, you can't land a hit on me!" She teased. Georgia was right. Texas wasn't used to moving around in her body with all the added mass, but Georgia was moving around like a professional since it simply took off mass instead of adding it all on.