Paris woke up and yawned, she stretched her arms. She didn't know that she had switched bodies with her friend Gaila. It seemed that she couldn't remember anything that had happened the day before. Almost as if she had passed out. After standing up, Paris noticed something different already.

"Where am I? Am I at Gaila's house…? And where's my accent?!" Her question was quickly answered when she looked at the mirror. It caused her to let out a shriek. "I must be sleeping! I must! That isn't me! That's Gaila, this isn't possible!" the woman cried out. She didn't know what to do, or where to go for that matter.

"If I'm Gaila, then that means that- SHE MUST BE ME!" Paris couldn't stand to think of what might happen. It was nothing personal, it's just Paris had to make sure that she looked good, even if Gaila was in her body. "This is absolutely horrible! I'm in Gaila's body, she wears this horrid skirt and doesn't even have black and white stripes on any of her socks or leggings! I think I might die…She's so lucky that she's in my body." And after saying that, the thought really hit Paris hard. "Oh god, Gaila is in my body! GAILA DON'T RUIN MY HAIR!" she cried out, running from the bedroom. Paris was sure to look good even when she was running, putting one foot in front of the other. She refused to look anything less than perfect, even in Gaila's body. She was almost at the front door when she noticed she was still in Gaila's pajamas.

"The poor dear, does she really wear this everyday?" she questioned as she had gone back to Gaila's bedroom, remembering that she was in pajamas. "All pencil skirts, what is this!?" Paris seemed disgusted by the outfit, but put it on anyways. "It'll have to do." With that thought she got dressed and huffed.

"This is very uncomfortable." Paris finally rushed to go see Gaila, there was no way she was going to let her hair get messed up! She loved Gaila; she really did, but her hair could NOT be a mess. She didn't even knock on the door, it was technically her house. "Gaila!" She called out as she rushed to the bedroom and opened the door. The sight of seeing her own body sleeping made her smile "Aw, I'm simply mignon!" (Cute, even though in English it means darling.) She kneeled next to the bed and stroked her hair. She then remembered why she was there and nudged Gaila.

"Gaila, please wake up. I don't know what happened, but I really need you to wake up right now." She spoke rather softly. However, when the woman didn't move she got frustrated "Dammit, Gaila! Get up!" she pushed Gaila off the bed and then gasped. "Oh no!" She ran over just to make sure she was okay.

Paris didn't know what happened, or why Gaila and her had switched bodies. It was a mystery to her. What would happen to them? Would they be able to switch back? Would her hair get frizzy? All absolutely horrible thoughts, but we can only find out in the next chapter of Dammit, England!

Author's note: Sarah's chapter! :) This is a collaboration story between my best friend and I. I don't know her username on here, but her Quizilla username is fuzzycats12.