"Excuse me," a girl said.
Officer Danielle Chase turned towards the voice and saw a teenage girl wearing a pink sundress. "Yes?"
"I'm looking for Alec Bartlett."
"Oh, Bartlett?" Danielle said. "Yeah, he's not here."
"He's not?" the girl asked, frowning. She looked pretty disappointed about it.
"No, he's out helping people that got switched. He figured that since he was already switched himself, he'd be the ideal person to help them. You know, since he can't affect them and they can't affect him."
"Are you switched?" the girl asked her.
"No," she answered. "And thank god. I ..." Suddenly, everything she saw got immersed in a bright white light.
And then suddenly, she found herself sitting down in front of a TV, on which a football game was playing.
"Oh, just my luck," she said bitterly. "And right in the middle of a sentence too." Thanks to Vic's wish, Danielle never even suspected the girl (Vic) of being the one that caused her to switch bodies, even though she saw her reach out and touch her. She just thought that someone else got touched and she was one of the random people in town chosen to swap with them.
She looked at the can of beer in her hand and put it aside. Then she looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing a wife-beater shirt (which was stained with both sweat and spilled beer) and a pair of boxer shorts. Just from what she was wearing, she suspected that she was a man. It disgusted her that her bare breasts were touching this man's dirty shirt, so she pulled it off and threw it to the side. She didn't want to walk around topless, but if anyone saw her, it would be okay, because she looked like a guy now.
She sighed. "Well, I better see what this guy looks like," she said to herself, then stood up from the chair.
After a brief survey of the apartment (which was very small), she walked into the bathroom.
"Oh god," she uttered, looking at her reflection. The man was maybe in his mid to late forties and was balding. And he had a paunchy gut on him. This guy seriously needed some exercise. But judging by what she had seen so far, the guy probably was too lazy for that. And too much of a drunk. During her little tour of the apartment, she had found a collection of empty beer cans in the kitchen.
She didn't know if it was possible (this phenomenon had only been going on for a few hours, so no one knew everything there was to know about it), but if she was going to be stuck with this man's body, she was gonna try to make him look a little more fit. Because right now, he looked like a slob.
Danielle's eyes gazed down at the man's boxers, realizing that at some point she was going to catch a glimpse of him being naked, like if she were changing clothes or something. She pulled down the boxer shorts and winced, seeing the man's penis and balls just hanging there between his legs. She had seen that sort of thing before, but not in a mirror's reflection of herself. She moved her hand down towards her crotch and watched the man's hand move as well, which seemed to lightly caress the shaft of his penis. Of course, Danielle didn't feel anything, as it was just an illusion. But it still sent a shiver down her spine, and she immediately pulled the boxer shorts up and tried to forget what she just saw.
She shook her head, trying to get her mind off of the fact that she'd probably be stuck looking like this slob for the rest of her life (it was very hard to do), and then she left the bathroom and walked back into the kitchen.
She grabbed the phone to make a call. The captain told everyone that if anyone swapped bodies, they should call the precinct and inform them. That way the person who swapped with them couldn't pass themselves off as a police officer. That was a crime, you know.
She made the call, gave her name and badge number, and informed them that she would be back in as soon as possible.
After ending the call, she headed into the man's bedroom to find something to wear. But then she stopped. She had figured that she swapped bodies with this guy because she was randomly chosen to switch with him. But if that were true, then someone must have touched the guy here in the apartment. Danielle had walked into every room, but hadn't seen anyone. There was no one there but her. So that meant that she was touched at the precinct after all. But the only person close enough to do it was that girl. And she couldn't have done it. She was way too innocent for that. She wasn't sure how she knew that, but she did. But thinking it over more, she figured that someone must have touched her from behind. That must have been it, since she couldn't see them if they were behind her.
Satisfied that her curiosity was fulfilled, she continued into the bedroom and got dressed.
