The sound of the front door swinging wide open was enough to make Mike jump. He instinctively brought his hand to his chest, as his heart rate jumped. That's when the absolute strangest thing occurred. He, or more accurately she, was staring at what looked like a clone of himself, a particularly scared looking clone at that.
"Is... is that my body," Mike asked, still not used to the alto coming from his mouth.
"Oh my god, are we in each other's body's," Mike heard his body reply.
Up until this point, Mike actually had no idea where, or more accurately who, he was. "I'm... I'm Mike. What's your name?"
"You don't know? It's me, it's Sheila Laimbeer. Ms. Laimbeer, your math teacher."
The words seemed to cause Mike's head to spin. Ms. Laimbeer wasn't hot. Ms. Laimbeer wasn't young. Ms. Laimbeer was... well, she was just Ms. Laimbeer. Mike remembered thinking she had a huge ass, thinking that she was the embodiment of a lifelong teacher, married only to her own work. Stumbling back down onto his bulbous ass, Mike held his head in in own hands. "Oh no... no... no... this can't be happening," he cried.
Ms. Laimbeer, in Mike's body, walked over to him, trying to console the teenage woman in his mid-40s. "What happened to us, Mike? How did we switch bodies?"
Mike sobbed as he explained the incident that seemed to have happened ages ago, when in reality it was only about an hour or so. "And that's what she said, she said she was going to make me an adult woman."
"Well, you're definitely an adult woman. What... what do we do now?"
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