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Finally after all the time spent in Sweden, I was sitting in the airport and had nothing to wait for, except the end of the madness. A small feeling of sadness seized my soul because of the relationship with Elisabeta who despite my efforts turned to the friendship. She is a really great girl.

I sat waiting for Frank who went to buy something. Everything went well and according to their plan. Frank and Elisabeta were helping me every day to survive among Stacy's grandmother, or at least to hide that it wasn't Stacey. And I tried as best I could to be her, cursing every time Frank.

"Staceeey! Here it is! Look what I found!" - a happy female voice spoke next to me, and as soon as I turned my head to this, Stacy's mom hugged me in surprise.

"Ms. Parker! You scared me!" - I replied confused. "I mean, mom..."

She laughed, sitting down next to me, holding some box.

"Sorry, honey," she laughed. "How was the holiday? Did you like it? Elisabeta said that she and you are having so much fun. And also I liked that video."

Damn it, how was the vacation? Amazing, the greatest vacation in my life. Sarcasm.

I sighed and responded, "Just... Great, I missed Grandmother." I hugged her mom. Damn it, her boobs are pressed into me. This is awkward. "What do we have here?" I pointed to the box that she held.

She smiled and began opening it. "This is my treasure," she answered mysteriously. When she finally opened it, I noticed a book which was probably really ancient.

"These are magic books, or something like that," the mom explained to me. "See, here are magic spells," she opened the page and started reading something quietly.

I sighed, leaning my head back and staring into the ceiling. How do people live like this? Why are all events like from the movie about Sabrina? But the only thing missing here, are cat familiars and some girls from another country.

I closed my eyes and couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened to me during the holidays. Damn this trip and, especially, my idiotic best friend. But after a few seconds I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I awoke, everything was quiet. I felt warm hands touching and shaking me gently and then I heard a unfamiliar male voice trying to get me out of my deep sleep, "Miss? Miss? Are you okay? I need to check if you're alive..." I felt that the unknown person checked my pulse.

"Yeah ... I ... I am ..." I said while I slowly started waking up. My head hurt, and everything was blurred. Then I finally fully woke up and I immediately looked at a man standing right in front of me - it was a security guard with a puzzled look, "Miss, you must leave the airport. It's already midnight. Have a nice day."

"Leave? What the fuck happened? Is my flight already gone? Why didn't they wake me up? Who would not wake me?" I asked but then looked down and realized that it was Stacey's mom. What the hell? I'm a her? "What? Wait, where's my body?" - I stood up, looked at the seat I had been sitting in and I found Stacy's mom purse and immediately rushed to it. "Okay, okay, just get a phone and call Ms. Parker..." a note that fell out of my bag interrupted my words

"Are you okay, Miss? Do you need to sit?"

"No," I said in the voice of Stacy's mom and began to read the note,

"Hi sister! As you have just understand, we have switched bodies! As in our childhood. Only now it's your turn to be a mom - and I'm Stacy. Sorry that I'm being such a bitch, but this is the only way out! You hided from me so many years, but not anymore. Now I want to be a young girl again!

P.S. I'm surprised you didn't run away right away, haha.

Love, Stacy."

I stared at the note with a blank look, and then I looked at the security guard. "What is wrong, miss...?" he asked carefully, meaning my name.

"Sta... uh ... Mary Parker," I replied, smiling awkwardly saying name which appeared in my head. "Mary Parker... My name is Mary Parker." Damn it. I can't say not only my real name and even Stacy's name. "I'll be fine," I added, putting the note back in the bag and standing up. "I'll be on the way, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Miss Parker. Have a nice evening."

Damn it, why do all these things happen to me?..