Epilogue
Squinting against the morning sun, Monica blinked. Since when was the window in our bedroom this huge? She rolled over…and crashed onto the carpet.
Carpet? When she laid down last night, she was snuggled between the sheets. How…why…
And then it clicked.
"Chandler!"
Monica sprung to her feet and dashed into the bedroom. She was about to go shake him awake when she passed the mirror. Her eyes widened.
She was herself again.
Staring back at her was her own reflection. She ran her fingers through her own long hair, then wrapped her own womanly arms around herself in pure happiness. Never in her life had she been so blissfully happy to be herself.
"Chandler, get up!"
"Five more minutes…" Chandler mumbled, then his eyes shot open. The voice he spoke with was his own masculine voice! He hopped out of bed and ran next to Monica in front of the mirror. "Oh my God!"
"I know!" Monica cried.
"Oh my God!"
"I know!"
"This is great!" Chandler exclaimed, unable to take his gaze off the mirror. "It worked! I don't think I've ever been so glad to be me!"
"Come here, you!" Monica grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his lips.
"Oh…" Chandler moaned. "Yup, that definitely would have been weird when we were switched."
"I love you," Monica laughed, kissing him again.
"I love you too," Chandler breathed, then after a second commented, "You know, I don't think us switching bodies was so bad."
Monica thought for a moment. "I guess so. It wasn't totally awful being you, and we did fix our problems. Though I think I could've done without going to your work."
"Yeah, but at least you only had to suffer the boredom for one day," Chandler joked.
"Stop doing that!" Monica pleaded. "Chandler, you work hard all day. I saw what you had to do – it's not easy! I haven't seen anything like that since the last time I took math in college!"
Chandler shrugged. "In your defense, Ross told me you took remedial math…"
"Why do you do this?" Monica demanded. "Why do you always degrade yourself like that?"
"I don't know…" Chandler sighed.
"There must be a reason."
"I guess…I guess I didn't want people to think I care enough to put effort into a meaningless, suck-ass job," Chandler finally admitted. "I didn't want to be thought of as one of those people who actually care about the W.E.N.U.S. or A.N.U.S…."
"I see your point," Monica interrupted. "But you shouldn't be worried about that. Stop worrying about what other people think."
Chandler stared at her. "I'm sorry, have we met? My name's Chandler."
Monica chuckled, then realized he did have a point. "If you can't do that, then wouldn't it be better for people to think you work hard at what you do, no matter what it is?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"It is important!" Monica insisted. "One of the reasons I even thought you might be cheating on me was because I thought your work was easy! 'Hey, if it's so easy, why's he staying so late?'"
Chandler raised an eyebrow. "You really thought that?"
"Can you blame me?" Monica retorted, a bit defensively.
"I could, but it would be wrong." Chandler put his head on hers when she leaned on his shoulder. "I'm sorry…about everything."
Her head still resting, Monica sighed. "Yeah, I am too. The whole assistant thing, and the nagging…thanks for putting up with me."
"Any time, babe."
Monica's gaze fell on the unmade bed. "You know…we have a good hour before we have to meet the guys for breakfast."
"Nothing like a good round of sex to start your day," Chandler agreed. "Especially when you're the right gender."
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"Good morning, sunshine."
"Huh?" Rachel opened her eyes, pushing herself to a sitting position on the couch. Her head ached in protest from the night before. "Ouch."
Ross sat down next to her, holding a tray with her breakfast as well as two aspirin and a large glass of water. He indicated the pills. "Thought you might need these."
"What?" Rachel blinked a few times, clearing her vision. She yelped when she saw Ross' face staring at her. "Oh my God! You're you! I'm me!"
Ross grinned. "Yeah, and you know the best part?"
"What?"
"I'm not the one with the hangover," Ross reminded her. "I was afraid I'd wake up like you, but lucky for me, the alcohol effects got switched when we did. I have no idea how, but…oh well."
"Yeah, lucky you," Rachel muttered.
Ross tilted his head. "Think about it. How mad at you would I have been if I woke up with a hangover when I didn't even drink?"
"I guess you're right. I deserve it." Rachel took the pills with one big gulp of water. She looked down, and was almost a little surprised to see her pregnant belly. Closing her eyes, she sighed, "Oh, forgot about that."
"Hey, look on the bright side, it's only a few more months," Ross comforted.
Rachel lied back down on the arm rest. "I know, but after not being pregnant…it was kind of like going on a vacation that you never want to end."
"Don't I know it," Ross noted. "It feels so good to be me again that I want to run ten miles. In fact, I think I will."
"Go ahead. Thanks for breakfast." When he was almost at the door, Rachel noticed that there were at least eight pancakes in the stack. "Wait, weren't you going to eat too? There's enough for three people here!"
Ross paused, wrinkled his brow, then nodded. "Oh, sorry about that. It's just that the last time I made pancakes for someone was Monica in high school. Old habits are hard to break."
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Phoebe was sitting at the counter at Central Perk when Ross jogged in.. She got up and studied his face. "Are you still Rachel?"
"Nope!" Ross shook his head. "The Rossitron is back!"
Phoebe smiled with satisfaction. "Oh yeah, it's definitely you. Rachel wouldn't be caught dead saying "the Rossitron.'"
Ignoring her, Ross spied an attractive woman pass outside the window. "Hey, that's a hot girl! I'm going to go hit on her, because I can!"
"Well, it's official." Joey came in a few minutes later. The two moved to sit on the couch to hold the spot for the others. "I'm not the star of a movie anymore. The newspapers claimed that the computer made a mistake and I wasn't supposed to get the part in the first place."
Phoebe put an arm around her friend. "Aw, poor Joey. At least everything's back to normal. Ross just came in here, and he wasn't pregnant."
"Good, 'cause Ross was kinda starting to worry that he was gonna have to deliver the baby," Joey laughed..
Phoebe's gaze has shifted to the door. Rachel was coming in, followed by a dejected Ross. "Okay, there's Ross and Rachel." She checked her watch. "Hm, Monica and Chandler are running a little late."
As Rachel joined them on the couch, Joey asked, "Hey, Rach. How you feelin'?"
"Pregnant. Enough said," Rachel answered.
Monica and Chandler soon completed the group, he on the easy chair and she on the couch. Phoebe raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Good morning. You two sleep in?"
They traded looks before Chandler replied, "Let's just say we were celebrating the fact that we were in our own bodies."
"Right…" Phoebe cleared her throat. "Uh, guys? There was a reason I wanted you here. I, uh, just wanted to say how sorry I was, and can we forget the whole thing ever happened?"
The rest accepter her apology, and Monica added, "But I don't want to forget this ever happened. It was...interesting."
"I'll say," Ross murmured.
"Actually, I enjoyed it," Rachel put in.
Chandler smiled. "It was a learning experience for me. Now I can make pasta!"
Phoebe was beaming. "So…you're not mad at me anymore?"
"No, in fact…thanks Phoebe," Monica replied. "You really did help us. When this first happened, all I could think about was wanting my body back."
"Right," Ross agreed. "But if you think about it, would we really have been able to solve our problems any other way?"
Phoebe thought for a minute or so. "Hm, maybe I should keep a bottle of the stuff on hand at all times…"
Joey put a hand on her shoulder. "Pheebs, I love you, but if anything like that happens to me again, I might have to kill you."
"I think what Joey's trying to say is…" Chandler added. "If you ever do anything like that to us ever again, you're going to have to find new best friends."
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That's it! The end! I finally finished it! Yay! Don't worry, though, I'm sure I'll start a new Friends chapter fic soon…