K.C. groaned, pushing herself up from the floor. "Ugh… what just happened?"
A familiar voice gasped.
"OH. MY. GOSH."
K.C. turned—and found herself *staring at… herself.*
"Wait, WHAT?!" K.C. and Marisa shrieked at the same time.
K.C. scrambled to a mirror and nearly screamed when she saw *Marisa's reflection* staring back.
Marisa, now in K.C.'s body, grabbed her own face. "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS!"
K.C. ran to grab the gadget and frantically pressed buttons. Nothing happened.
"Great," she muttered. "We're stuck like this."
Marisa groaned. "I AM NOT BUILT FOR THIS, K.C.! I can't fight bad guys! I can't even do a *push-up!* What if the Organization calls you on a mission?!"
K.C. crossed her arms. "And what if your mom calls you to talk about *fashion trends for three hours straight*?"
Marisa gasped. "Oh no. This is a *disaster.*"
As if on cue, K.C.'s mom, Kira, knocked on the door.
"K.C.? Sweetie, dinner's almost ready."
K.C. and Marisa exchanged *panicked* looks.
"Oh no," K.C. whispered.