Chandler stood back, a safe distance from his two friends. He was holding a couch cushion out in front of him, which he had grabbed in his panicked state, when the loud commotion began, mindlessly thinking that some how, he could use it for protection. He was now realizing that the fluffy cushion was not the most effective line of defense in this situation, but he couldn't bring himself to put it down. He waits, overcome by confusion over what the hell has gotten into the two of them, and why they are both acting so unlike themselves.

Phoebe is pointing at Joey, her hand trembling, eyes expanded in horror, for a reason that Chandler still did not understand.

"You! You...what the….who the…why do you look like…" she suddenly turns to Chandler. "Chandler, you let this guy in here!?"

Chandler stares blankly at her. "Uhm….I'm sorry? Was I not supposed to? I could go and kick Monica out of her home if it'll make you happy!"

"Who is he!?" Phoebe demands. "Why does he look so much like me!?"

Growing even more baffled, Chandler looks from Phoebe to Joey, and back again. "You know, I…really don't see it. "

Joey's paranoid expression drops. His eyes narrow, tilting his head in confusion as he studies Phoebe.

"Wait a second….Joey? W-Why do you look like me!?"

"What do you mean!? I'm Joey! I look like Joey!" Phoebe answers. "I'm the real Joey! You…you're an imposter! The FAKE Joey! Chandler, shoot him!"

"Oh my God.." Joey sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Are you serious? Go look in the mirror!" he commands.

Hesitantly, Phoebe slowly steps backwards towards the bathroom door, which she opens. After she steps inside, Chandler waits, staring at Joey and waiting for some form of an explanation. He soon gets one when Phoebe comes back out of the bathroom, in a state of shock.

"Oh my GOD! I'm….I'm….." she raises her hand, rapidly gesturing from herself to Joey. "And…and YOU!...What!? WHAT!?" she presses her palms to the side of her head, as if whatever she's trying to understand is just too much to fathom.

"I know!" Joey cries out. "Don't you get it!? I'm Phoebe! And you're me! I mean…you're Joey!"

"Woah, woah WOAH!" Chandler interrupts, dramatically waving his hands. "Am I the only one who's completely lost here?"

"No.." Phoebe mutters. She sits down in the recliner, her head still resting in her hands. Chandler has to admit that her gestures do seem rather "Joey-like". He knew his roommate better than almost anyone.

"Ok, see, Joey and I have seemed to switch bodies, somehow within the last 24 hours." Joey explains to him, with a shrug as if this were as common as getting their orders mixed up at a restaurant. The only person whom Chandler can think of that would be as remotely bothered by this "situation", is Phoebe.

"Ok…so let me get this straight…" Chandler begins. He gestures, first to Joey "You're Phoebe. And you're Joey?"

They both nod. Still, Chandler cannot even begin to wrap his head around what he's just been told. Unless they were just messing with him. Of course… what other explanation could there be? Feeling foolish, Chandler smiles.

"Alright guys…you got me." He lets out a laugh. "Long ways to go for joke, but it is a good one, I must admit."

Chandler continues laughing until he realizes that he's laughing alone, and both of his friends look on in confusion.

"Chandler…we're not kidding." Phoebe tells him.

"Oh, come on…guys, enough is enough. I like a good joke as much as the next person, but the idea is to make someone laugh, not give them a migraine! I mean, come on! What you're proposing, isn't possible! It only happens in movies!"

"Chandler.." Joey begins. "do you really think that 'Joey' could come with a scheme this elaborate just for a joke?"

"Ahh!" Chandler points to his roommate and nervously takes a few steps back. "Joey said 'elaborate'. In perfect context! Something is definitely not right here! Wait a minute … wait a minute!"

Chandler continues walking backwards until he reaches the kitchen, with a plan in mind, that may determine whether or not they're telling the truth. He stands on one side of the bar and motions for them to come closer with his hand. "Both of you, come here."

On the counter, is a box which contains the remnants of a pizza he and Joey ordered for lunch, several hours ago. Of course, that wouldn't matter to Joey.

"Alright.." Chandler begins. He addresses his roommate. " 'Phoebe'…if that is in fact your real name.."

Chandler opens the lid of the box. There's 3 slices of pizza left. "I just thought I'd let you know, that I was going to take these slices of meat-lovers pizza, with ham, salami, pepperoni, bacon, extra cheese…and throw them in the trash. That is unless, you'd like a slice?"

To his amazement, Joey makes a face of disgust. "Ew! No! Do you know how many animals were needlessly murdered, just so that you could eat that? I hope you come back as a pig, in your next life!"

Rendered speechless by Joey's reaction, Chandler turns to Phoebe, who is already halfway through one of the slices.

"Dude! I can't believe you were gonna throw away perfectly good pizza!" she mumbles, speaking with her mouth full.

"Hey!" Joey cries out, and smacks the slice out of her hand. "Don't put meat in my body!"

Chandler staggers back in horror, his hands gripping his hair as it suddenly hit him. Joke or not, Joey Tribbiani would never turn down a slice of pizza. And Phoebe Buffay, with the exception of the few months of her pregnancy with the triplets, when her cravings became unbearable, would starve before she would eat meat. They weren't joking around, after all. This was serious, that much he understood. But how was this possible? The question itself, threw Chandler into a state of panic.

"Oh my GOD! OH MY GOD!" he cries out. "This…this is real! How is this real!?"

"Dude, we told you!" 'Joey' tells him.

"But….but…but HOW!?" he demands. "Explain to me the 'how'!"

Joey reaches for another slice of pizza and shrugs. "I dunno…probably Phoebe and all her witchcraft or whatever."

"Ok, first of all.." Phoebe begins. "I'm not a witch! Secondly, I didn't have anything to do with this! Believe me, I'm just as stumped as you are! All I know is that a few minutes ago, I was about to make love to my boyfriend, and then, I passed out, and I woke up here."

Joey takes a moment to glare at Chandler, for giggling at what Phoebe just said. Even at a time like this he can't help but find humor in hearing Phoebe's distinctive speech pattern, and mannerisms, coming from Joey's body. He clears his throat.

"So, what about you….Joe?" he says, trying to get used to calling them by their actual names. "I mean, what do you remember happening before you woke up as Phoebe?"

Joey shrugs as he takes a moment to recall. "Well..I remember going out for drinks with this really hot girl. And I could have sworn that I came here afterwards, but, uhm…" he pauses, and clears his throat uncomfortably. He takes a deep breath. "Look…I didn't really wanna talk about it, but…I remember waking up in this really nice apartment, and I thought that it belonged to the girl I was with, but, I mean…I don't know how wasted I was last night, but she was no where to be seen. Instead, there was this guy there. Well…Aiden, actually."

'Phoebe's' face (which is actually Joey's face), lights up, with sudden interest.

"Ooh! Did he say anything? He's not mad at me, or anything, is he?"

Again, Joey appears uneasy. He reaches for the back of his neck, forgetting about Phoebe's long hair, and strokes it, instead. "Well, I dunno how to break this to ya, Pheebs, but, uh….I think your boyfriend is gay."

Phoebe frowns. "What!? No he's not!"

"Oh yeah? Then why did he try to kiss me!?"

Phoebe rolls her eyes. "Because he thought you were me! Duh!"

Joey ponders a moment and nods, as though it suddenly makes sense. "Oh..huh. Maybe I shouldn't have hit him, then…"

"You hit my boyfriend!?" Phoebe angrily demands, towering over Joey in a much more intimidating manner than what would be possible if she had her own body. He holds out his hands in defense.

"Look, I kinda panicked! I didn't wanna kiss him! It was with an umbrella. The soft end. He was only on the ground for, like, 10 seconds, tops. I dunno…I kinda ran out of there, afterwards."

"What!?" Phoebe shrieks. "Oh God! I better phone him and apologize! No wait…I can't, because I sound like you! Ugh! YOU are going to phone him and apologize!" she orders Joey, shoving her finger in his face.

"Woah, hold up!" Chandler interrupts again. "So, let me get this straight, Joey… you came all the way over here from Phoebe's boyfriend's place…and it never once occurred to you that you were in a woman's body? You didn't notice that you were wearing a dress!? Or that you have breasts?"

Joey looks down, looking horrified at first. "Oh God, you're right…" He places his hands on Phoebe's breasts and gives a rather 'Joey-like' smirk of amusement, before Phoebe slaps one of his hands away.

"Hey, don't touch those! They're not yours!"

"They are now! Man, I've always wondered what it would be like to be able to just look down and see boobs!"

Chandler sighs. "Great.." he mutters to Phoebe. "He's never going to look up, again. We'll have to get him a seeing-eye dog to avoid walking into traffic, or lamp poles.."

"I think I'm gonna go look at myself naked." Joey announces, walking towards the bathroom. Phoebe catches him by the wrist to stop him, shooting him an icy glare.

"Well, I'm gonna have to shower some time!" he points out.

Phoebe rolls her eyes. "Well, you better not touch anything!"

"I can't make any guarantees, sweetie." Joey says, giving her a wink.

"Urgh!...I'd hit you, but I don't wanna hurt myself!" Phoebe exclaims. "Look, this is ridiculous! We need to figure out how to get back into our own bodies!"

"How, when you don't even know how you got out of them?" Chandler asks. "I mean…is there anything specific that either of you remember doing last night? Anything out of the ordinary?"

At first, both of them shake their heads.

"No.." Phoebe says. "But this does kinda remind me of the time when that old lady died and her soul entered my body…Ooh! Ooh! Maybe we both died!"

"Well, I don't remember dying.." Joey ponders. "You know what, though? I do remember coming here last night. I remember I started feeling really weird, and then there was this sort of weird shock all of a sudden. Like the time I stuck a paper clip in the electric socket, when I was in 10th grade.."

"10th grade?" Chandler repeats, in disbelief, and shakes his head.

"Oh my God…I remember that, too. I felt the same thing last night! The shock. I remember I felt it right when I touched the…" she pauses, her eyes widening. " That's it! The stones!"

"What stones?" Joey questions.

"The ones Miss Tabatha, the voodoo lady gave me! I put them in my dress, here…"

Without warning, Phoebe puts her hand down "her" dress, causing Joey to react with surprise.

"Hey, watch it!"

She gives a snort. "Now you know how it feels to be sexually harassed by a guy!"

Joey gives an indifferent shrug. "Actually, that wasn't so bad."

Unable to resist the opportunity, Chandler inconspicuously reaches over and pinches "Phoebe's" bottom. He jumps a few feet away from him as Chandler laughs.

"Dude! Come on!" Joey says, clearly offended.

"Guys, enough playing around." Phoebe says. "We have a problem.."

She opens her hand to show them a single blue stone. "I lost one of them. Where's the red one?"

"Oh, those.." Joey says. "I found one of them in Central Perk, after you left with Aiden. I was gonna give it back to you."

"You have it!?" Phoebe asks hopefully. "What did you do with it! We need them both or they won't work!"

"Check my jacket pocket." Joey tells her.

She reaches into Joey's coat pocket and pulls out the red stone. She lets out a sigh of relief. Looking over her shoulder, Chandler stares at the stone. There is something oddly memorizing about them. Almost like they're glowing.

"Do you even know how they work?" he asks Phoebe.

"Well, yeah…kinda." She says. "Miss Tabatha says that they're supposed to help you find your soul-mate. Obviously, that's a load of crap, though. I mean, she didn't say anything about them switching people's bodies!"

"So call her and ask how to change us back!" Joey tells her. "I mean, as much as I like your body, Pheebs, I kinda want mine, back."

"Hang on, I have her business card.." Phoebe picks up Chandler and Joey's phone and takes the card from her purse. After a moment, she hangs up, and lets out a sigh. "I got her machines. She's out of the office until Monday. She must be on holidays."

"Monday!?" Joey repeats. "So, I'm stuck being a chick until Monday!?"

"Hey, I think it'll be good for you!" Phoebe tells him. "Since you seem to think you have this great understanding of women, it wouldn't kill you to walk in our shoes for a while."

"Not as easy as it looks...trust me." Chandler says, shaking his head, as he recalls his own experiences of trying on women's shoes, at his father's insistence. He takes note of the odd looks he's getting for his comment. "Oh, you're giving me dirty looks right now?" he says to Joey.

Joey lets out a groan. "Great…you know, I have an audition, tomorrow, what am I supposed to do about that?"

"Well, I'll go to it, as you." Phoebe explains.

"Wait, so does this mean that you two are going to be living each others lives until Monday?" Chandler inquires. "Like, working each others jobs and living in each others apartments and everything?"

Phoebe shrugs. "I guess…I mean, I can't really afford to take time off from work…"

Joey suddenly looks up, eyes wide with fear. "What about Aiden?"

"Oh, don't worry. He's on a business trip until next week."

Joey gives a sigh. "Thank God.."

"I mean, who knows...maybe we can figure out how to switch back on our own, but in the mean time, Chandler..nobody can know about this, alright? Not Monica, or Ross, or anybody!" Phoebe tells him.

His jaw drops open in protest to the idea of being sworn to secrecy over something as exciting as this. "Oh, come on! You know how the others are with secrets! Don't you think they'll find out about this, eventually?"

"Chandler!" Joey says. "I didn't tell anybody about you and Monica, when you started dating, and that drove me nuts! You can keep quiet about this! Besides, if you tell anyone, they're just gonna think you're crazy!"

"I hate to say it, because I'm pretty open-minded, but he's right." Phoebe agrees.

Chandler looks from one friend to the next before he lets out a defeated sigh. "Fine.." he mutters, unhappily.

"So," he says. "Looks like you're going to be my new roomie, for a while, Pheebs."

It's still strange for him to address 'Joey' as 'Pheebs', but he reasons it will get easier with time.

"Yeah, I guess I'll have to go stay at your place with Rachel." Joey says. "Where do you live again?"

"I'll take you there." Phoebe volunteers. "I wanna get my guitar and stuff, anyways. You're still not allowed to touch it."

"Why not? These are your hands, aren't they?" Joey argues, as the two of them head out the door.

Leaving Chandler to worry about how difficult it's going to be not to let it slip out to the others. He was, after all, able to keep his and Monica's secret affair secret, for quite some time. However, keeping something like this from Monica, was going to be even more difficult.

"I'll meet you downstairs." Joey tells Phoebe in the hallway. "I better go check my mail before I go."

Phoebe closes the apartment door behind them, and starts to follow him, when the door across the hall opens, and Rachel steps out from Monica's apartment.

"Oh, hey, Joey."

Assuming she isn't talking to her, Phoebe keeps walking until she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Joey?"

Phoebe turns around, remember that she is in fact, addressing her, and becomes nervous about the fact that she's going to have to make Rachel believe that she's Joey, without raising any suspicion.

"Oh, right. That's me!" Phoebe says. "Uhm...how you..doing?" It comes out as more of an awkward question, than the flirty, overly-confident way that Joey usually says it to women. Rachel, thankfully doesn't seem to notice.

"I'm good, I'm just hanging out with Mon. So are we still on for the party on Friday night?"

Phoebe pauses, trying to chose her answer, carefully as she has no idea what she's talking about.

"….Yes." she says, after a few seconds.

"Great! I've got this new dress and all, you know, I've never been to a premiere party, this is going to be so much fun!" Rachel says beaming with excitement

"Wait, what?" Phoebe clears her throat. "Uhm…tell me again, aboutthis 'premiere party', which…clearly I already know about, but forgot, because…because..well, I'm Joey. I forget things. "

Rachel gives him a strange look. "Sweetie, are you feeling ok? You're acting a little..odd."

"Yeah, fine." Phoebe answers, quickly.

Rachel gives a shrug, seeming to accept this answer. "Well..it's the premiere of that movie you were in a few months ago, remember? You played the hospital patient or something? You had 3 lines! Well..not that it matters, what matters is they invited you, and you said you'd take me!" Rachel grins.

"What!? No I didn't!" Phoebe cries, feeling immediately offended. "Why would I ask you to go and not Phoebe!?"

Rachel gives her a puzzled expression. "Well..because you said Phoebe was probably busy with her boyfriend that night."

"That's ridiculous! He didn't…" Phoebe stops to correct herself. " I didn't even ask me! Her."

Rachel raises her shoulders. "Well…would you rather go with her? I mean, you did ask me already, but…" She pauses, and gives a small groan and lightly stomps her foot. "But I really wanna gooo! Bruce Willis is in this movie!"

Phoebe rolls her eyes. Joey may easily fall victim to Rachel's spoiled demanding act, but Phoebe would have none of it. "Really? You think whining at me is going to work, Rachel Green? I don't think so."

"Come, onnn, Joey!" Rachel pleads, folding her hands in front of her face. "I mean, couldn't you take both of us? I already have the dress, and the shoes, and I really, really, really wanna go!"

Phoebe sighs, looking at her, with consideration. If she took "Phoebe" along, she'd technically be taking Joey, who she was currently annoyed with for not even considering her as a date, before Rachel. However, it wasn't Rachel's fault, and as Phoebe, she wanted to make her friend happy.

"Fine." She finally gives in. "I'll take you both…"

"Oh, thank you, thank you Joey!" Rachel says.

"But I'll have you know," Phoebe says, raising her finger. "That normally, Phoebe would be my first choice, because I like her a little bit better than you."

She sees the hurt look on Rachel's face and reconsiders her words.

"Just a little, tiny bit better, but, y'know…she is pretty awesome. See ya later."

She proceeds downstairs to take Joey to her place, and also figure out from him, why he decided to ask Rachel and not her to the party.