That night, the girls met up at their favorite spot—the swings at the park. They sat in silence for a moment, both still in the wrong bodies.
"I get it now," Riley said softly. "Being you isn't easy, Maya. People expect you to be rebellious, but they don't see how much you *care*. You just don't show it the way I do."
Maya nodded. "And I get it too. You don't have it easy just because you're the 'good girl.' You always have to be the responsible one. It's like people don't let you *mess up*."
They looked at each other and *smiled*.
"I guess we both learned something," Maya said. "Maybe next time we argue, we should *think* before we say things we don't mean."
Riley chuckled. "Yeah, maybe."
Just then, the world around them flickered, and they both felt a strange sensation. A moment later, they gasped—because they were back in their own bodies!
They looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Well," Riley said, swinging her legs. "I guess we don't have it so bad after all."
Maya grinned. "Not as bad as we thought."
They sat there for a while, knowing their friendship was stronger than ever.
And from that moment on, they promised never to take each other—or their differences—for granted again.
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The End.*