Luke swung his feet out of bed. Yawning, he stretched and pulled his clothes out the drawer.
As far as he could tell, he was the only one awake in the house. Despite not sleeping much, Luke always had the most energy in the morning. While Flora and the Professor stumbled about like zombies, Luke was bouncing off the walls.
Even so, in the silent household, something seemed…off. Luke couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He left his room, still mulling it over in his head, and walked into the bathroom, his clothes in his arms. He dumped the clothes on the floor, and turned on the light.
He rubbed his eyes at the sudden light and walked over to the mirror.
"WHAT?"
Luke stared at the mirror, but what stared back wasn't Luke.
It was Flora.
"What on earth…?" He mumbled, not wanting to wake the others.
He shook the mirror, trying to see if it was a clever trick. But nothing happened. He pulled the mirror off the wall and looked behind it. Nothing.
Luke closed his eyes tightly, and opened them again. So did the reflection of Flora.
Luke raised his arm. So did the reflection.
Luke stuck out his lip. So did the reflection.
Whatever Luke did, the reflection did also.
"This can't be happening," Luke grumbled. He ran into his room and looked in his full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
The person that looked back looked just like Flora. Except in Luke's pyjamas, which were far too small for her.
"No…"
Luke looked down at his feet, which seemed smaller. His legs were much longer and very skinny, his hips we're curvy, and, when he reached up to feel his hair, it was longer, silkier and not sticking out all over the place.
He looked like Flora.
Shaking his head, he crept into Flora's room, his heart pounding against his chest.
He looked at the body lying in the bed.
As he crept closer, he looked at the person.
That person looked just like Luke.
Luke swallowed a scream, and shook Flora, he presumed it was her, violently.
"Luke," She moaned, her eyes slowly blinking opened.
She looked at Luke and her eye went wide. Her mouth hung opened slightly and Luke knew there was a scream going to follow.
"Ssh," He said, realising his voice sounded much like Floras.
"Is this a joke?" Flora raged. Her voice was deeper, and much more like Luke's.
Luke shook his head.
"You look like me," He said in horror.
"WHAT?"
Flora jumped out the bed. Sure enough, her pyjamas were hanging off Luke's short body. She frowned furiously, and ran into Luke's room to look into the mirror.
"Ohmigod…" She stared wildly at her reflection. Luke walked in, and as they stood side-by-side looking into the mirror Luke realised how much Flora towered over him.
"We swapped bodies," Luke said shortly.
"Well, DUH!" Flora said, her deep voice rising slightly.
"What are we going to do?" Luke asked, "People are going to think I am you and you are me, and if we tell anybody they won't believe us!"
Flora looked around thoughtfully.
"I guess we will have to live each other's lives until we figure something out,"
Luke groaned, "I don't want to be a girl,"
"And I don't want to be a guy!" Flora snapped.
Luke rolled his eyes.
"What do you do until we find out what to do?" He asked. Flora shrugged.
"You live in my room, wear my clothes, go to my classes and basically be me and I will do the same with you,"
Luke sighed, "This is so messed up,"
Flora nodded, "It's crazy, now go and put on my pink school dress,"
Luke left his room and went to go into Flora's.
"Oh," Flora called after him, "No peaking!"
"No peaking where?"
"Where do YOU think?" Flora rolled her eyes and disappeared into Luke's room.
Luke sighed, and ran his hand through the thick brown hair on the top of his head.
He shook his head, "Messed up…"
He pulled out Flora's pink dress and stared at it.
"It's only for a while," He reassured himself as he stared at the pale pastel pink dress with disgust.
Peeling of Flora's pyjamas, he noticed something red running down his leg. He pulled open Flora's bedroom door and whimpered,
"Flora,"
Flora appeared out the bathroom, wearing Luke's clothes. As she was now dressed as Luke, she looked the double of him.
Pulling the blue cap onto her head, she stared at him angrily.
"What?"
"What's this?"
Flora come into the room and laughed.
"That's easy. It's periods,"
"What?" Luke said, growing pale.
"You don't know?"
"No…"
Flora sighed, and rotted about her room for a pad. Handing it to a confused Luke she explained the process.
"Ew," Luke said shortly.
Flora rolled her eyes for the millionth time.
"Just get dressed."
She left.
Luke pulled on the dress, which complimented Flora's slim, and curvy figure.
Pulling the hair back and tying it in a loose ribbon, Luke left the room nervously.
Flora was already in the kitchen when he came down.
Luke sat across from her in the kitchen.
"Ah, good morning Flora," The Professor said.
Luke didn't answer, and drank his orange juice.
"Yes, Flora," Flora hissed, kicking his leg.
"Ow, oh, sorry, yeah, hi Professor," Luke said in a hurry. The Professor raised his eyebrow but said no more.
It was going to be a long day.