Jess' Body. Ethan's Life

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Ethan screamed, stumbling back to look at himself in the mirror again. The Jess in the mirror did the same, eyes filled with panic and shock as she looked at herself, her hands feeling her new face. “WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?” She screamed.

Her voice was higher pitched than he remembered, but that wasn’t the strangest thing. She reached a hand up to feel her hair and was met with a mass of black locks. Her mind struggling to comprehend the reality she was in. She felt her face, her hair, her clothes, hands, chest, penis. Oh fuck, vagina. She began to feel faint.

"What the hell are you screaming about in the middle of the night!" Her sister barged into the room. "Jesus, Ethan! I have to get to work in the morning!"

Before Ethan could respond, her sister slammed the door shut and stomped back to her room. She wasn't phased by the sight of Jess' body at all. What the hell was going on here? She looked at the mirror one more time to confirm that Jess' face looked back at her.

She felt the ring on her finger and yanked it off, throwing it on the floor. This is all that ring's fault. It must be. She knew there was something wrong about it. She frantically searching for the ring box.

"WEAR ME, AND WITNESS A NEW PERSPECTIVE"

You've got to be kidding me. It's like a shitty episode of Twilight Zone. He opened his closet to find that all of his male clothes had been replaced with female cut tee shirts and tank tops. Jess was always a girly girl, but everything in Ethan's room was distinctly nerdy. The ring swapped his body with Jess but everything else about him seemed to be the same as before.

Ethan looked at her alarm clock. It was almost 7:00. In less than an hour, she'd have to get on a bus and go to school.