“... wouldn’t beleive it.”

You state. “You wouldn’t beleive me if I told you.”

“Well... try me.” He says. He looks and sounds just like you did. It’s uncanny. But he is cuter somehow. He has more presence. This could be that submissiveness and amped up libido you gave yourself.

“Well. Um. I was John Smith. But what I wrote on that typewriter... it happens.” You explain.

“No. Paul put you up to this, didn’t he Bambi.” John says.

“I’m not joking. Try typing ‘Bambi and I swap minds’” you suggest.

“Hah. You’re funny. Ok. I’ll play along...” he types away and you wait with mixed hope and expectation. There is a blurring sensation and you suddenly find yourself in your old body, holding the typewriter. And you can read again.

“Oh thank god...” you mutter.

Bambi is clearly shocked. “What did you do!? How? Oh no. You were telling the truth!? Please. Swap us back! I’m a dude!”

You laugh. She is you. Kind of. It’s weird.