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Charles stepped forward with his heart racing. After waking up in an unfamiliar apartment, he stared into the mirror and saw a completely different but familiar person. His blonde hair was gone, and his eyes were no longer blue. He was a woman. Soft, flowing hair fell down to his slim shoulders as he turned to look at himself from his side. He had breasts and a curvy bum now. He spun around to look at the rest of his body in its sexy black lingerie. "I'm definitely her. I'm in Brit's body..."

He felt faint as he realized what had happened. They'd somehow swapped with each other after she left his place. She was a girl he picked up at the bar. He had to find a way to switch back to his own body. Charles left the bathroom and walked out into the living room where he saw the other woman's belongings. He picked up her purse and looked through it for her phone. "I need to call her. No ... I need to call myself." Instead of finding her phone, he found a driver's license with his picture on it, but the name said "Claire Jones." 

He frowned while he put the purse down. He sat on the couch, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. He had no idea how he was going to get back to his own body. He didn't even know where to start. He was so lost in thought that he could barely hear somebody knocking at the door. When he answered it, he was shocked to be standing in front of two police officers. "Claire Jones?"

"No, I'm not Claire Jones. This is a really big misunderstanding. She somehow put me in her body." The cops frowned at her confusedly before one of them shook his head. He held up a wanted poster, and to Charles' horror, the photograph had Brit's face. Just before Charles could step away, they began to read his Miranda Rights. Charles was a beautiful woman now, but his one night stand ended up becoming a life sentence for a murder he didn't commit.

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