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"Oh my gosh, Tiffany, like seriously, I'm not wearing your clothes. You're totally cray cray if you think I'm gonna rock these girly outfits of yours!"
Charles whined, eyeing his old bod that Tiffany was now stuck in. She shot him a serious look, trying to cover up with some clothes to not look like a total airhead in this situation.
"We have to do this, Charles. We don't know why this happened and we will have to pretend to be each other for a while. Trust me, this is the best solution. After our transformed bodies and we became each other, now for some reason I seem to have become smarter"
"Don't feed me that crap. I'm still me, and seriously, stop talking all smart and stuff!"
Tiffany pondered her old body, remembering how she used to think the same thing about Charles—that he talked like a total smarty-pants. Now, though, she realized she was talking normally. But one thing was crystal clear to her: Charles now sounded like a dumb blonde, and she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before.
"Hey! Quit giving me that look! Even if I agree to squeeze into your pink, super-tight skirt and the rest of your, like, ridiculous clothes, it doesn't mean you get to play me. Tiffany, you're like, so not equipped to do my job."
"Oh... This is not very pleasant to hear, but you're probably right. Listen. Apparently we exchanged not only our bodies, but also... knowledge or something like that"
"What? No way, that's total baloney!"
"Well, for example, now I know exactly what to do in your post as CEO, and you, Charles, tell me now, do you know anything about the deal with Walters?"
"Of course I do! The Walters deal is... it's... it's this mega thing that's gonna make us a boatload of cash!"
"What exactly?"
"Hey! Don't even try to tell me you know more about this deal with that guy... what's his name? You... you chatted with him. Ugh, why can't I remember anything about this deal? What's going on?"
"Okay, now tell me, Tiffany, what's your go-to beauty salon for those fabulous manicures and glamorous makeovers?"
"Oh, you know, the one with the super shiny chandeliers and those, like, comfy pink chairs. What's it called again? Glamorama Deluxe or something? They do that thing with the nails, you know, the one that makes them all sparkly and stuff. It's, like, totally amazing!"
Charles, like Tiffany, didn’t even notice that she called him Tiffany. However, after he finished his speech about beauty salons, he covered his mouth and barely audibly said
"Oh my gosh... like, seriously, how do I even know this? Am I, like, really turning into you? Eek!"