A/N: Now, I saw some pics on tumblr and a post recently that made me write this. I have no idea if anyone already wrote a similar story, cause I've never seen one but I can't say that I read all of them. So if you're an author of a similar (or identical) idea, please don't be mad/offended or anything else, cause I had no idea that you wrote such a story.

Now, I have totally no idea where this story is heading, cause I just wrote down what was in my head. It's silly, it's ridiculous, maybe even ooc, but I had fun with writing this and I hope you will, too.

One more thing, this thing is not beta read, cause I was curious as to what may people think about it and didn't want to wait until tomorrow for my beta-reader to get up. So, yeah, all mistakes are mine. And I would absolutely appreciate any review - I'd like to know what you think. Have fun!

The bed was comfortable. So extremely comfortable, almost unbelievably so. She moaned in delight and turned slowly on her back. Stretching she smiled, noticing that the was huge enough so she didn't even reach the side of it. So much bigger than the one belonged to her.

Wait, what?

Her eyes shot open and for few, extremely long, seconds she was simply staring at the white ceiling above her head. White, not cream. With a stylish chandelier attached to it. Her brows reached her hairline, while her sleepy mind was trying to process the information. She flinched when she accidentally moved her fingers and felt the soft silk underneath them. As a matter of fact, her whole body seemed to be covered by silk. But that was impossible. She was wearing her panties and tank top only when she got into the bed the evening before. There was no way she would change her clothes AND the bed while sleeping. She wasn't a lunatic or a sleepwalker, now was she? It must be just a silly dream.

With that thought she smiled and turned onto her side in order to get more comfortable, willing to stay in this blissful dream for a moment later. Unfortunately, that wasn't really going to happen. Once on her side, her eyes landed on the bedside table and the frame standing innocently on it, mocking her, laughing right in her face. She froze, dread consuming her. She couldn't move, couldn't take her eyes off the picture. Of the younger version of Henry, hugging and smiling with his equally happy adoptive mother.

And suddenly her body was in motion. She jumped out of the bed, almost falling face first on the floor. Eyes wide with panic, she desperately looked around, not understanding what was going on. The style, design, the tidiness, it all screamed one and the same thing. She had no clue why and how but there was no denying that she indeed was in the Mayor's bedroom.

Her heart was racing as she took few steps back, terrified. If the brunette found her in her bedroom, well she could already start saying her goodbyes, there was no way she'd survive the Mayor's wrath. But then some thought came to her mind. Why in the first place was she in this room? Who brought her here? Why she was wearing the silk pajamas? She looked at her body then and noticed some odd details, like her breasts looking as if they were suddenly bigger. She had a weird feeling that she was shorter. And her hands... They just didn't look like her hands.

"What the..." she started but then halted immediately as she heard her voice. Low and husky. Absolutely not like hers. Absolutely like...

In two steps she was before the large mirror standing in the corner. Her eyes went wide. That wasn't even possible. But still, staring back at her was no one else but Regina Mills. She gasped and so did the Mayor. She took a step back and so did the Mayor. She reached up to touch the soft hair, barely reaching her shoulders. And so did the Mayor. She suddenly went weak in her knees and the last thing Emma Swan saw before the blackness surrounded her was the Mayor mirroring her fall.

In the meantime, Mary Margaret's apartment

It was a loud scream that brought her immediate attention. Enough to put her on edge and make her run up the stairs with million thought rushing through her mind, all of them focusing around her daughter being hurt. Although she was absolutely safe in her room in the apartment, Snow couldn't help but picture some thief or even worse, murderer, breaking into Emma's room through a window with a long knife in his hand just to-

She shook her head violently, blocking the horrifying images from her mind. Without stopping or even slowing down, she threw her body against the door and fell right into the room, ready to save her daughter from the murderous….

Mirror?

That's where she found her blonde daughter, in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall. Snow frowned confused. There was no thief, no attacker, just her and Emma who was staring at the mirror with a pure panic on her face. Her green eyes dropped to her hands but were back on her reflection in a no time. There was something odd in her posture, too. Her back was straightened nearly painfully, shoulders tensed extremely and her hands were shaking. The panic was slowly fading and surprisingly was replaced with anger, or rather even rage while her fingers clenched, forming fists.

"Emma, honey, what's…" she asked carefully but changed her mind immediately as Emma snapped around and welcomed her with growing fury.

"You…" Snow couldn't help but gulped when her daughter approached her quickly with such an odd, nearly murderous gleam in her eyes. "I don't know how but I am sure that you are behind this, again! Why, why must you always interfere with my plans, you-"

"Emma, dear, I don't understand, what are talking about?" Snow asked, afraid now for her daughter's sanity. "Something happened? You don't feel well? Do you want me to make you some cocoa? Or maybe you want to talk to Archie? I can call him for you, if that's what need," she offered quickly, taking a careful step back.

Instead of answering, Emma took a deep breath and stepped back, closing her eyes and bringing her hand to her temple. It was odd and unsettling as the blond Sheriff had never acted like that. Snow thought that maybe she was just having a bad day. Or maybe she just had a bad dream, a nightmare of sort. Whatever happened must have shaken her daughter right to the core as she started pacing like a tiger in a cage, murmuring to herself words like "impossible", "magic", "idiot" or even "murder". Snow was worried about her but didn't want to cause another rage attack, so she kept her mouth shut and just stood there, observing her oddly acting daughter. It only took her a minute to collect herself and after a heavy sigh, she reached for the wardrobe. And her face twisted in disgust as she opened it.

"She will suffer," Emma muttered to herself and this time the words were out of Snow's mouth before she could stop them.

"Who? What happened, Emma? Did so-"

"I don't remember asking you to stay," Emma shut her with a simple cold glare. Snow swallowed again. "Now, if you excuse me, I would like to get dressed," she hissed and the brunette found herself nodding quickly and leaving the room hurriedly. Whatever happened to her daughter, she should let her calm down before approaching her again. It was clearly too dangerous to even try to get any answer out of her now…

An hour later

There had been a lot of terrible moments in her whole life, starting with her mother and her idea of raising a daughter but having breakfast with Charmings? Well, that was something she would never ever wanted to experience again. As much as it pained her, she had had to at least try to act normally – which in this case means smiling like an idiot and telling jokes that were on the intelligence level of a hamster – to not raise any more suspicious. Her panic attack in the morning had been already enough to keep Snow's worried eyes on her for the whole breakfast. It made her sick to even think that she'd been forced to eat an omelet made by the person she hated the most.

The worst thing was that she had no idea how it happened that she ended in Miss Swan's body. This is absolutely not how the spell was supposed to work. She wanted the Savior to suffer not jump into her body and do whatever she was currently doing with it. And unfortunately she expected the worst. For a brief moment she considered heading straight to Rumpelstiltskin to demand some answers but she had to check on her body first. She definitely didn't trust someone like the Sheriff with it. A insanely as it sounded, it was her body and she was the only one with a right to it! No one was allowed to use her body, not even the Savior!

Yet what had possessed her to take this ridiculous yellow deathtrap of the Sheriff's was still beyond her. Maybe it'd been Snow running after her with this hideous red jacket assuming that she'd forgot about it since the keys to the "car" had been in the pocket. This is why she was currently sitting before the steering wheel, praying to whoever was listening that she would get to her destination unharmed. It was kind of odd to drive such a vehicle; after all, she was used to the automatic transmission in her trustworthy Benz. It was difficult to drive and it was annoying to see all those faces smiling to her, thinking that she was the irritating and infuriating Sheriff. Yes, she couldn't really deny that Miss Swan had a tone and even a bit attractive body but this she would keep for herself. Besides, she couldn't really grow accustomed to this body if she was willing to murder painfully the owner of it once she gets her own back.

Getting to the mansion took her far longer that she liked. As soon as she stopped this ridiculous vehicle, she jumped out and slammed the door as hard as she could. As it turned out, Miss Swan was way stronger than she expected and for the tiniest of seconds she was afraid that she broke the door. Fortunately – or rather unfortunately – the deathtrap was still in one piece what infuriated her even more. Clenching her fists again, she rushed to the door and was slightly surprised to find it unlocked. Yet she didn't waste her time on dwelling on that, instead made her way inside. The mansion was absolutely quiet, not what she expected at all. One glance at the bottom of the stair confirmed Henry's absence – his backpack was gone, so he must he already on his way to school. But the question was, where did Miss Swan took her body? And what was she doing with it?

The answers to both of those questions were really simple – to the study and nothing. She'd always kept the door to the study closed as she had never liked to see Henry in the same room where she'd kept her precious cider. But this morning the door were ajar. She walked inside with all the confidence of the Evil Queen and found her own body sitting near the fireplace with the legs on the couch and the arms around the knees, wearing only the silk pajamas and the loose dressing gown. The sight halted her for a moment; after all, it's not an everyday experience to see herself sitting on the couch and staring at the empty fireplace with an empty glass in hand.

"Hi, Regina. I was waiting for you," her own body said and she flinched unwillingly at the sound of her own voice calling her by her own name. It was absolutely unsettling.

"Miss Swan," she tried to make the Sheriff's voice dangerous and it was low but still lacked something. Whatever it was, she shook her head and slowly stepped closer and sat on the other couch, facing her body. She just couldn't think of it as Miss Swan.

"I send Henry to school earlier. I," her body shrugged. "I didn't know how to talk with him, you know, I- I don't know how to be you and I didn't want him to see that something is off, but he already noticed, I don't know how, but he asked me if everything was fine and the tone of his voice, I- I just- This is just ridiculous!" Their eyes met suddenly and she found herself quite fascinated by this lost and so confused look in her own dark eyes, now widely open, looking, asking for some help. "Regina, what happened to us? Why I woke up in your body and you're in mine?"

She partially knew the answer as it looked like she was to blame for that. Of course she didn't want such a situation to occur but well, it happened and now she had to find a way reverse it. But first, she had to stop staring at her own eyes, so fascinated about what she found there. For once they were so open, so trusty, all the walls were down. And as much as it terrified her, she wondered if that was how Miss Swan had seen her on that unfortunate day when they had met. If she'd seen this terrified woman so afraid about her son.

"Well, Miss Swan," she said after clearing her throat and forcing herself to look away. It was so odd to hear the Sheriff's voice every time she spoke. She got up slowly, approached the cabinet to take a glass and filled it with cider. She watched the alcohol for a moment as if swirled in the glass before taking a large sip. "I imagine you already noticed what happened, Sheriff. As for why… Well, I wanted to make you pay and it seems that my spell somehow went out of a hand…"