The next morning, both Lindy and Logan woke up in the wrong beds. Logan—now in Lindy's body—looked at himself in the mirror, still groggy from sleep.
"This is… not okay," Logan muttered, tugging at Lindy's curly hair. He winced at how soft and light it felt compared to his own.
Meanwhile, Lindy—now in Logan's body—was standing in the kitchen, staring down at her much taller, broader form. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she groaned, running her hands through Logan's messy hair. "This is bad. This is really bad."
Their morning was chaos. Lindy struggled with Logan's much larger frame, while Logan fumbled with Lindy's long hair, trying to figure out how to make it behave.
Finally, they met in the living room, where Logan was slouching awkwardly on the couch, trying to adjust to Lindy's body.
"Okay, I get it," Lindy said, rubbing her temples. "This is *your* fault. If you didn't keep arguing with me about stupid stuff like pizza, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Logan—still in Lindy's body—groaned. "This is *your* fault! I told you not to get so worked up! Now we're stuck like this, and we've got to figure out how to fix it!"
Lindy crossed her arms and huffed. "So what now? We go back to school looking like this?"
Logan shrugged, giving Lindy a helpless look. "What else can we do? We can't just skip school, so we'll have to pretend to be each other. Ugh, I can't believe I'm saying that."