Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sherlock BBC and this story is loosely based on Your Name, a Japanese anime film.


Molly Hooper rubbed her eyes and mumbled sleepily, "What a realistic dream…" Half awake, the teenager found her way to the bathroom and began to get ready for school. Fearing that she would be late, Molly hastily finished her breakfast and rushed out of the house but not before giving her father a kiss on his cheek, as always. "Bye, Daddy."

"Have fun, kiddo," Mr Hooper said while kissing his daughter's forehead. He temporarily lifted his eyes from The Daily Telegram and muttered to himself, "Puberty, perhaps? Yesterday she left for school without saying anything, not even a 'Good morning' and today she's back to normal again. Mhm, puberty." The man concluded and went back to his reading until it was time to go to work.

Molly was walking in the hallway when her best friend, Meena caught up with her. "Hullo, Molls. Are you yourself again?" Meena pulled on Molly's arm then scanned her from head to toe with a serious expression. "What are you talking about, Mee?" The pair resumed walking to their classroom while Meena explained, or at least tried to. "Well, it just seemed that you were really not yourself yesterday. Your ponytail was a mess and you scowled, Molls, I don't think I ever seen you scowled before. You were even rude to Mrs Allen and very nearly got a detention for it though I totally understand why you did it; she can be an arse sometimes."

"What?!" Molly shouted and immediately covered her mouth when she felt all eyes were on her. "Are you sure that the person you are talking about is me?" Befuddled by what were supposedly her actions, Molly wanted to have a double confirmation. "Exactly. Anyway, it looks like you are back to yourself again so let bygones be bygones, eh?" Meena comforted her best friend and slung her arm around Molly's shoulder as the bell rang, signalling the start of first lesson.

"I hope I will not be hearing anymore of your sassy remarks, Miss Hooper?" So much for letting bygones be bygones. Even though Molly did not feel like it was her fault for she truly could not remember doing such a thing, Molly still apologised for the sake of appeasing the teacher. The last thing she wants is to be in Mrs Allen's blacklist for the rest of her school year.

School sucks.

With a sigh, Molly flipped through her notebook and stopped at a page when she saw someone wrote 'Who Are You?' on it. Molly looked around, thinking it was a prank but quickly dismissed the ridiculous idea as the other kids in school barely noticed her.

Could the day get any weirder?


Two days later

Sherlock Holmes got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. The reflection that stared back at the teenager was not himself, it was a girl roughly the same age as him. "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." As a budding consulting detective, the world's first and probably only, Sherlock came to the logical conclusion that he must have switched bodies with this girl. Said effect usually only last for a day, from the moment they woke up till they went to sleep, and it appeared to take place approximately twice or thrice a week.

With the curiosity of both a scientist and quite frankly, a hot-blooded youth, Sherlock fondled with her breasts. "Kiddo, you are going to be late if you don't…" The rest of Mr Hooper's sentence floated away as his daughter, who was actually Sherlock, turned around with her hands still cupping them. Closing the door, Mr Hooper scratched the back of his neck which was becoming warm from embarrassment after witnessing that scene, asked quietly, "That was puberty too, right?"

Being a single father is hard, especially when you are raising a daughter.

Molly woke up at around the same time and feeling somewhat odd, she sat up before looking down. The teenager blamed on her sleepiness hence the lack of thinking when she touched the bulge in the pants. It twitched and Molly hurriedly removed her hand but was unable to tear her eyes away because it felt real, too real. Before she could determine if this was also a dream or the alternate universe, the need to relieve herself was overwhelming so with a face akin to the colour of a tomato, Molly entered the bathroom. After the deed was done, she exited and blinked a couple of times, "That was…different."


Author's note: Hope I was not too awkward in writing the perspective of teenagers. Please enjoy!