The bridal shop awaits

“That's your big plan?” you ask, shaking your head. “You want to be our teachers? Do you even know their first names?”

It's a plan that does have its merits; with their names, you probably know enough about them to impersonate them reasonably. And the bodies are worth it, too. Martinez is a Latina who could have been a model or movie star; every guy in your class practically drools over her. Franklin on the other hand couldn't be more different. Short, mouse-brown hair, thick glasses, always so meek. You're amazed she's going on the party at all. But the idea of going wild in that shy shell is appealing.

“Sure,” Jimmy nods, walking over to the escalators. “Hannah Franklin and Julia Martinez. It's a pretty simple switch. We'll just wear our current looks underneath.”

“No way, I want them back as they were,” you say, meaning Jessica and her mother. Nobody is paying attention to your conversation; to everyone else it just looks like a classic mother-daughter fight in a mall. “Tonight, young lady.”

Jimmy snorts and rolls his eyes, just like Jessica when she's in one of her moods. “Fine, Mom, whatever. We'll restore them when we get to the hotel room, OK?”

You nod, Denise Hunt's hair bouncing around your neck. “Very well. Now, let's pay that shop a visit, shall we?”

“Fine by me. Though what kind of mall has a bridal shop, anyway?”

You have no idea; it's not like you've ever considered it. “This kind, I guess. How are we going to switch? We can't swap with the assistant – what if the dress needs a change? I don't know how to do that. And I'm not going to wait through a fitting.”

You look into the shop through the doors, the display room discreet behind a window display. “Looks like we don't have to,” Jimmy says, pointing inside. Four women are inside, checking out their dresses. Franklin is centre stage in her wedding dress, and – despite her glasses – looks stunning. As always, Ms Martinez's legs make you drool, and she looks incredible in her bridesmaid outfit. The other two women you don't recognise. One is taller than the others - slightly curvy with dirty blonde hair. The other is a stunning redhead, hair a long shower of curls.

“Who's it going to be?” Jimmy asks. “You pick two.” He passes you the pen.

“Wait, we're going in?”

“Now's the perfect time, Mom. Let's get you a new look.”

Jimmy's right – the assistant is busy and the women are heading back to the changing rooms. With utter confidence, Jessica's body saunters into the boutique and slips, unnoticed, after them. You follow, entering the changing rooms just as the group vanish into their individual booths.

Jessica's face grins. Jimmy's given you the choice of who to zap, both for you and him. You could zap Franklin or Martinez, and either be the hottest woman in school or a shy lady about to go wild before getting married. You don't know enough about the other women yet to pick them. So, you'll be one teacher, Jimmy the other. The question is: who do you want to be?