A teenage boy

For the next hour, as you laid there on the bed, you listened as Joanne, in the body of a 19 year-old boy (the passenger in the car that caused the accident) explained what had happened. "We were brought in, pretty bad, they took about 3 hours to get you out of the car with the jaws of life. I had been thrown from the car upon impact with the tree and they found me laying about 30 or so yards away in a ditch. I haven't seen the photos but it's pretty bad, we were lucky to be alive from what I've heard."

"And your body?"

She smirked a bit. "He was a passenger in the car, apparently he was riding home from college to visit his parents when his friend crossed the center line and smacked into us. Our car, in turn, crashed into the car that your body was riding in with her family and that impact caused us to go off road. Strange how this shit works, huh?"

You laughed a little and then closed your eyes. "Did the other driver...?"

Her voice dropped down a bit sadly. "No, he went through his windshield. The paramedics didn't even bother trying to help him after they saw how bad he was."

You nodded and then turned your head back and flashed her a smile. "Well, at least we're alive. Sounds weirder than I would've imagined...after Sarah..."

Joanne nodded and smiled again. "True...and now you have that family you wanted. I actually met them a few days ago, they were pretty shocked about all of this."

"Oh shit...I'm married..." you muttered and Joanne laughed a bit.

"I'll say." She nodded to the ample mounds on your chest that were tenting up the blankets. "Mrs. Miller's definitely stacked, that's for sure. Just be careful when you swing those puppies around, okay?"

You just rolled your eyes. "Not even a man for a week and already thinking about tits..." After the two of you stopped laughing, you turned and looked at her. "Do they know...?"