You run into your friend, Sheila. It looks like she’s headed toward the beach.
She has long brown hair, which is now pulled back into a ponytail. There are sunglasses on her head and she’s wearing white shorts over her blue & green one-piece swimsuit. She’s wearing some sensible sandals and carrying a big bag and a beach towel.
“Hey, John, how’s it hanging? Want to join me at the beach?”
You blush a little. You’ve always had a slight crush on Sheila although the two of you have known each other for ages.
You agree to join her at the beach but you need to go home and change and pack some beach things. She agrees to come over to your house since it’s on the way to the beach.
You arrive at your house and nobody’s home. “Perfect” you think to yourself.
Sheila drops her things on the living room floor and plops herself on the couch and turns the TV on making herself comfortable.
You change into your swim trunks and get a small duffel bag to put some sunscreen, towels, extra clothes, and other things for the beach. You look at the Part Swapper on your bed and look at yourself in the full-length mirror on your wall. A sinister grin is planted on your face.
You call Sheila to come up to your home. She eagerly comes up. “What’s up, John?” she asks.
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