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The first thing Erica noticed was how quiet it was, since she usually hears or smells her father making breakfast downstairs. She got up and noticed how her head felt lighter than usual, so she touched the back of her head to feel her bonnet but stopped when she instead felt short straight hair.
“Wait, why am I white…?” She muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her pale freckled arm. She looked around and saw the familiar room of… MELVIN SNEEDLY? She jolted out of bed and ran to the nearby mirror, seeing herself in the mirror.
She screams, “WHAT THE F-”
Melvin’s sister walks in holding Danderella. “Hey Melvin, have you seen my-...” Katie stares at Melvin (Erica), with a weirded out look on her face.
“Bro, you good?” Katie asked. Danderella gets out of Katie’s grip and jumps out, walking over to Melvin (Erica). Erica stared at Danderella, then feeling an urge to sneeze.
Oh right, Melvin has a bunch of allergies… Wait… Does this mean what I think it means…? Erica sneezed twice in a row and Katie picked up Danderella and said.
“Nevermind, I’ll just check later. Also get ready, we’re going to be late for school.”
Harold wakes up to the sound of an alarm going off, he falls out of bed.
“I don’t think I have an alarm…” He looked up at the alarm and noticed how it didn't look familiar to him.
“Why are there so many dream catchers in this room…? Is this even my room?” Harold notices how different his voice sounds as it seems like…
“Erica?” Harold then jolted up at the sound of a nearby hawk. He whips his head to the noise and sees a giant bird cage with a hawk inside that has ruffled feathers and his eyes sometimes going in opposite directions.
“Erica! Breakfast is ready!” Harold heard from downstairs. So… I’m Erica now… This is weird… Harold looks at his reflection, seeing Erica staring right back at him. I’ll just have to get through this until I see the others. Oh boy…
Melvin awoke to the sounds of birds chirping. His blanket was thick and heavy and he sighed, before slowly rubbing his eyes, reaching out for his glasses on the bedside drawer only to reach for nothing.
“What the… did I misplace my glasses again?” He muttered sleepily.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes were two cats right peering down at him.
“WOAH!” He said, jolting in surprise. The cats got closer and started to lick at his face.
“Get away from me kitties, I'm allergic!” He tried to protest, only to realise that the cats weren’t affecting him at all. “Wait...why am I not sneezing like usual?” Melvin said to himself.
He looked at the bedside drawer to a picture of George and Harold embracing each other. To the closet full of the exact same white button up shirt and red tie, and the drawings he’s seen Harold draw over the years taped to the walls. To the cat toys, pencils, toys and dirty socks that were littered on the floor, and the awfully familiar skateboard in the corner. And Melvin gasped.
“Am I…” He began, “in GEORGE’S BODY???”
George woke up.
And screamed.
“NOOOOO!!!” he cried.