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Paul woke up and turned off the alarm. He opened his eyes and saw a small, manicured hand in front of him. "What?" The voice he heard wasn't his. It was soft and feminine. He got up and squinted at the mirror, noticing long hair around his shoulders. "Why can't I see anything?" He ran his hand along the bedside table and found a pair of glasses. That's when it hit him. "Am I..." He put on the glasses and stared at his reflection. "Melissa?"
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Bill woke up next to someone else. That hadn't happened in almost three years. He looked at the other person, who was still asleep in the bed, and recognized him as Sam. "Where's Charlotte?" Bill asked himself. He jumped when he heard a familiar but unexpected voice. He looked at himself and realized he was Charlotte. He tried to hide his confusion when he heard Sam roll over and wake up.
"Good morning, honey," he mumbled, yawning.
"Um, good morning, Sam," Bill said in Charlotte's voice. He was very uncomfortable with Sam being his husband and calling him honey, but of course he couldn't say that. He just forced a smile and got out of the bed.
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Ted woke up and held up his hand, trying to block out the sunlight hitting his face. "Why is it so bri-" He stopped himself when he heard the voice that came out. "What?" He looked around him and caught a glimpse of his reflection. He gasped when he got closer. "Ugh, why do I look like Paul?"
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Melissa woke up to a particularly annoying alarm. She turned it off and reached for her glasses, but they weren't there. When she opened her eyes, she could see perfectly, for some reason. She felt something on her upper lip and put a hand to it. "No." She heard a voice that filled her with dread. "I'm not," she said, shaking her head in horror and disbelief. "I- I can't be..." She got up and found a mirror, confirming her fears. She was Ted. She gagged and turned away, refusing to look at his face again. "Disgusting. Just disgusting."
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Mr. Davidson woke up alone. "Carol? Where are you, dear?" He heard a gentler voice than he was used to. "Carol?" He looked around and saw his reflection, noticing that he didn't need his glasses to see it. Staring back at him was his employee, Bill. His confused thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from the hallway.
"Who's Carol?" A teenage girl asked, walking into the room with a puzzled look on her face. He remembered Bill had a daughter, but he was drawing a blank at her name.
"Nobody," he said. "Good morning... Honey."
"Good morning, Dad," she replied with a smile. "Now get up. You'll be late for work." She left the room humming.
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Charlotte woke up to a woman gently shaking her. "What-?" Charlotte said in a deeper voice than she had expected. She cleared her throat and tried again. "What are you doing?" The same voice asked.
"I was waking you up. You had me worried for a second there, Ken," the woman said with a small chuckle.
"Sorry." Charlotte wondered why the woman had called her Ken. Wasn't that Mr. Davidson's name? She tried to look at the clock, but it was too blurry to read. She squinted and saw glasses next to it. She put them on and looked at herself. She was Mr. Davidson, like this woman, who she guessed was Carol, had called her. This was going to be interesting.