You look through the small, dilapidated home and find a landline. You dial in your old phone number and wait impatiently for whoever's on the other end to pick up. Finally, after what seems like a century, somebody picks up.
"Hello?" a male voice asks.
"Who am I speaking with?" you ask in a shrill, high-pitched voice.
"Rosemary Finklestein- wait, what happened to my voice? Why am I a teenage boy?"
"Mrs. Finkelstein, I don't really know how to explain this to you, but, I think we somehow swapped bodies," you say.
"That's 'miss', not 'mrs.' to you, young man... what's your name, anyway?"
"Mike Thatcher," you say, "Listen-"
"That's all I need to know!" she exclaims.
"Uh, what?"
"Ten minutes ago, I was the ugliest woman in the world! Now, I'm a good looking teenage boy! Have fun in my body!" she exclaims, and hangs up.
Frantically, you dial your number again, but a voice on the other end informs you, "This number has blocked you."
You want to cry. You've become the ugliest woman you've ever seen in your life. You look at the mirror and your horrible reflection: http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140...
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