Interrupted while thinking of a plan

You let out a deep breath, trying to clear your head and think of a plan. Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings that now felt foreign with your new body. You walked over to your desk, running your hands through your long red hair, feeling the softness of it. It was a strange sensation, one that you weren't used to. You sat down in your chair, trying to focus. Today was Sunday your family should all be out of the house for a few hours. Monday you would just skip class and hangout somewhere.

One thing you couldn't figure out was why you? Who could have done this to you and why. You thought back to the past couple of days, trying to remember if you had pissed anyone off. You racked your brain, but nothing stood out. Maybe they targeted you on accident, a mistaken identity. Someone went after the wrong John! Maybe you could find the voice on the phone and clear up this misunderstanding. As all these thoughts race through you mind. Suddenly you hear the front door open. "Fuck, who's home." You mutter to yourself. Frozen in place, you hear the unknown person walking up the stairs.