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[WARNING: This ending feels a little dark by my standards.]

John was enjoying his vacation, seeing ancient sites, and taking everything in. As he sat on the edge of a fountain by an old temple, he never expected a woman to rush by and push him in.

As he pulled himself out of the fountain, the first thing he noticed was that he was a wet mess. It was hard to ignore how thick the water felt. Only about an instant later, he noticed his body was different. He reached his hands up to his chest where two boobs now sat; he certainly didn’t have those before. But the clothes looked familiar; they were the ones the woman who pushed him in had been wearing.

Instead of getting any sort of help with his situation, a man approached John shouting in a language he didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” John said trying to calm the man down, “Do you speak English?”

This seemed to only make the man angrier, but he did switch to English. “I don’t have times for your silly games today, Yara,” The man said to John, “First, you run away from me. Then, you push a man into this fountain, where your hijab has fallen off, exposing yourself. Now, you touch yourself in unclean ways and demand I speak in a foreign tongue? Your family always called you a free spirit, but I see now how I truly have to do to reign in my new wife.”

“Wife? Oh, hell no! I’m not -- I’m not her! I’m not Yara! She did something with this fountain that caused me to switch bodies with her!”

John’s talk of swapping bodies was met with a very hard slap on his face; getting out of this was not going to be easy.

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