Sam ended up sending me to a Asian foods store that was just a few streets over so I could by some tea packets and fortune cookies. Apparently he'd found some ritual online that a couple people said would put you in someone else's body. Doing the ritual in reverse would somehow undo the switch, so we were going to give it a shot. I thought it seemed like an unlikely fix but we weren't having much luck so I decided to just go with it.

After a short cruise I was walking into the store and being greeted by a giraffe of a man with a really thick accent. "Hello, how can I help you? Welcome to Hwan and Mya Foods, we have a sale going on today only."

"I need to buy some fortune cookies and tea, and if you have any of those disposable foam cups?"

The man, whose name tag indicated he was the Hwan at 'Hwan and Mya', gestured at the wall behind him which was chock full of tea boxes. "We have a wide variety to choose from, please take a look around. Cups would be in aisle five. We do not sell cookies here but I can send you to my daughter Mya, she carries them in store for customers."

I glanced over the teas not having a clue what kind we needed. "Well what do you recommend? This is for a party, my, er... niece, is having an Asian themed birthday party."

He nodded, "Well then you will want this." He selected a fancy blue box and a matching green box and handed both to me. "The best in store, and on sale."

I took both and thanked him, heading off to find the cups. After I grabbed a sleeve I headed back to the checkout where Hwan gave me the directions to his daughter's shop.

I headed back out to the car and tossed the goods on the back-seat, more than ready to grab some cookies and get this over with. About five minutes later I pulled up to the building number Hwan had mentioned and looked around in confusion. The building wasn't a candy store or specialty shop like I had suspected... it was a hair salon... Crap. I thought to myself. Just the kind of place I didn't want to walk into while wearing Sam's meat-suit. If anything happened it would be my fault and I would never live it down. I still hadn't lived down the Nair situation after all this time...

I figured there weren't too many other places in town that had what we needed so I took a deep breath and headed inside. A striking woman in a pink dress greeted me at the counter. "Hello, welcome to Sun's Salon, do you have an appointment?"

"Actually I'm looking for Mya, her father sent me. He said you have fortune cookies here? I need to grab just a few for my niece's birthday and he seemed to think Mya could help me out."

She smiled brilliantly, "Actually I'm Mya, and my dad is correct we do keep fortune cookies out, but they are for customers only. He's too nice, thinks we can just give things away for free, but unfortunately some of us like to make money."

My stomach knotted, this wasn't going as planned. Just as I was about to try and convince her with Sam's "puppy dog eyes" trick, she stood and started talking cheerfully, "Lucky for you we do take walk-ins and Bridget isn't busy, she can take you right over there."

I looked over to where Bridget was standing and felt a little queasy. She was super gorgeous but Sam would kill me if I went for this, even if it was for the cookies. This will be good for him. My brain chirped, trying to rationalize the situation. What's the worst thing that's going to happen, he will get over it, trust me. "Uh... okay," I muttered finally, following Mya over to the chair where Bridget took over.

"Hi I'm Bridget and I will be taking care of you today, have a seat."

I sat, feeling like this was probably the worst choice I'd made in a while, and tried to remember that if I got the cookies we might be able to switch ourselves back. That was what really mattered, the case. After all, Sam would probably have been more mad if I came back to the motel empty handed. Right?

I closed my eyes and waited for the disastrous events to be over when all of a sudden Bridget was spraying me with water and running her hands all over my head. My first thought was "crap she's a hunter and she thinks I'm a demon..." but then I remembered where I was: a hair salon. Not a barber's shop. This was probably how they did things here, which was unnerving but relaxing at the same time.

I opened my eyes hesitantly. Behind me Bridget was all smiles and flirty winks. "You have really pretty eyes," she commented, starting to comb through Sam's unruly hair.

"Um, thanks?" I replied lamely, watching her smile brightly as she kept working. Once she was finished combing she walked around the chair evaluating the task at hand.

"Well you have really nice hair so I'm just going to clean it up. It's pretty thick so you won't miss it much if I take off a little length."

I glanced at Sam's face in the mirror. With his hair wet and combed straight down it was just a little longer than collar length. I sincerely hoped Bridget was right, because that meant maybe Sam wouldn't kill me... But that was doubtful.

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"He's going to kill me," I muttered, glancing over at the passenger's side visor, where I knew Sam kept a photo of Jess taped on the underside. Sometimes I wished she was here at times like this. Sam was never mad at her, so she could have gotten me out of the dog house. I shifted in my seat to look in the rear-view mirror and felt the cookies almost crunch in my pocket. I sighed and leaned back, dreading going back to the motel.

It really hadn't been that awful, Bridget had worked some sort of magic and made his hair look clean and sort of softish. But Sam was certainly going to notice because two inches were missing so his hair curled at his neck and not around his collar. I pulled the hood up on the sweatshirt I was wearing and started the car, I was going to have to face Sam sooner or later...