"I can't wait for today to be over" Sara Sykes said to her friend Amber as they walked to 7th period English.

"Oh I know. It's supposed to be so nice this weekend. We're still on for the mall tomorrow, Right?" Amber asked as she ran her fingers through her hair and shifted her books from her right hand to her left.

"Of course, I am so there" Sara replied as they walked into their last class of the day, American Literature with Mrs. Kemper.

"Girls, you know I hate to hear you mangle the English language like that" Gina Kemper said with a smile as the two girls entered her classroom.

Gina Kemper had a very good relationship with Sara Sykes. They lived on the same street and Sara often babysat Gina's two children. She liked both girls whom despite their apathetic attitudes that were standard issue among all high school sophomores, they were both good students. Sara just smiled slightly "Yeah, like, I'm like sooo like totally like sorry Mrs. Kemper, like it'll really not ever happen like again"

Gina just smiled as she sat behind her desk and Sara and Amber took their seats among the growing crowd of students. It was tough keeping the attention of any students, let alone teens 50 minutes away from the weekend.

"All right, settle down everybody. If you'll all get out your copies of The Great Gatsby, I hope you all read chapters 2 and 3 like I assigned. And who can tell me the symbolism of the Green Light at the end of Daisy and Tom's dock that Gatsby keeps focusing on"

Gina Kemper was used to the blank stares that greeted her question. She had been teaching for nearly 20 years now and she remembered her own blank stare when asked the same questions. Gina was 41 years old yet still attractive enough to sometimes catch her male students looking at her. She was flattered now where when she had started teaching she was just disgusted. She thought that a compliment was a compliment and she should take every one.

Gina stood about 5'5"and was very trim and fit. She had an olive complexion, dark brown eyes and jet-black hair. She had taken to dying it to keep the gray from gaining a permanent foothold and she kept it at collar length. She had long hair growing up but after her first pregnancy and the fascination that her infant son had with pulling it, she cut it short and had kept it short. Today she wore a simple royal blue blouse, black slacks and black heels. She covered up the lines that had begun to creep in around the corners of her mouth and eyes, but was very proud of her looks. She was an attractive lady, proud of her job and her family.

Sara Sykes had taken her seat in the third row, second seat from the back. She liked Mrs. Kemper. She was a good teacher who seemed to remember what it was like for students. She was also nice around the neighborhood and she paid well to babysit. Her kids were the best behaved of any kids that Sara had watched. Sara was 15 and wouldn't be 16 until summer vacation was well in stride. She didn't mind, her friends could drive and she was in no hurry to get a job anyway. She played soccer in the fall and was pretty good, but sat out other sports. Most nights she was just content to hang out or chat with her friends watch Netflix or YouTube and do homework.

She was a good student, if a bit disinterested. Sara was 5'9" and on the skinny side. She wished she had bigger breasts and she hadn't given up on getting them yet. Her older brother called her chicken legs and bones and she pretended that she didn't care. Most girls can think of only losing weight, Sara actually worried about not gaining weight. She had often been teased about her build. Called Scarecrow, she was still learning to ignore the comments. Teen years were cruel. Sara was a pretty girl. Her height gave her natural poise and posture among her slouching friends. She had long blond hair that today she had pulled up into a ponytail.

She had bright blue eyes, a slim nose and naturally straight teeth. She was conscious of her occasional acne like all teen girls and generally worried about her looks but she didn't need to worry. She was wearing jeans, an orange T-Shirt and Nike sneakers. She flipped her hoop earrings back and forth watching the clock.

Sara chewed on her pen and doodled on her notebook folder. She drew a flower, then tried to draw a picture of the Demogorgon from Stranger Things, but didn't do a good job. She had read the chapters but she missed any symbolism of dock lights. Why couldn't they just be dock lights to keep idiots from driving their boats onto the beach? Why did everything have to be symbolic in these books? She was in no hurry to join the conversation today and luckily Mrs. Kemper didn't call on her today. Finally the bell rang and the day and week were at an end.

"Have a safe weekend, we’ll talk about chapter 3 on Monday, no new reading, but if you want to read ahead, " Gina said to her already fleeing class.

"Have a good weekend Mrs. Kemper" Sara said with a smile as she walked past her teacher.

"Thanks Sara, you too" Gina just sighed. It was another long week. She looked forward to getting home and relaxing through the weekend.

Sara and Amber finalized their plans for the weekend as they went to their lockers. There was party that night and the mall was waiting for them on Saturday afternoon. They were on their way to Amber's old beat up car when they realized Mrs. Kemper was in front on them on the stairs to the parking lot.

"Looks like the teachers are trying to escape in a hurry too" Sara said loudly. "Yeah, good thing we can see just how dedicated our noble teachers are to their jobs" Amber added.

Gina was smiling broadly as she turned around "I'm just going to my car to, um get, like my purse" she said laughing.

Sara and Amber both laughed as well.

"I want to be a teacher when I'm old that way I can leave at 3 and get the weekends off forever" Sara was still laughing.

"Hey, who are you calling old?" Gina said laughing even harder.

Sara stumbled a bit on the last step as she was pushed from behind and she ended up falling into Gina's arms.

"Whoa" Gina said as she caught Sara "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a clumsy dork" an obviously embarrassed Sara said while looking at her shoes.

"Well, have a good weekend girls" Gina said as she reached her car in the first row. She got into her car and felt a strange tingle, like her body had went to sleep suddenly. She shivered and started up her car without another thought. She drove home only thinking about what to make for dinner and how her kids were.

Sara shivered and shook for a second as she headed to her friend's car. "What is your problem?" Amber asked somewhat annoyed.

"Nothin', I just got a chill," Sara said defensively.

They drove to Sara's house listening to the music really loud and singing along. After Sara went in, she grabbed a bag of chips and flopped on the couch. She flipped through her phone before she added a sandwich and Pepsi after a few minutes. She was zoned out by the time her younger sister Natalie came in. Natalie was 11 and the baby of the family, their older brother Joe was already at work. Joe was 19 and a freshman in college; he still lived at home because it was cheaper and worked at the movie theater part time. Their parents wouldn't be home for at least another hour.

Sara went to her room to start getting ready for the party. She picked out a tight white shirt and tight black pants with black sandals. The party was starting early because there were no parents around at the host house. Amber was already back to pick Sara up.

She ran down the stairs and yelled to Natalie "Tell Mom and Dad I went out already. I already ate, I'll be back by Midnight and tell them I'm just out with Amber" She was already out the door when Natalie replied.

Gina had made it home in time to beat her kids’ bus, a rare occasion. She had two sons, Kyle, age 8 and Kevin, age 6. The boys ran to her and she gave them both a big hug leading them into the house. The boys settled in watching cartoons while Gina made a casserole. Her husband Steve would be home in about an hour.

Gina changed into jeans and a white T-Shirt after the dinner was in the oven. She flipped through her own phone and half-watched cartoons just winding down from the week. She was nearly asleep when Steve came in.

"Hey Hon, how was your day?" Steve asked as he came into the living room.

"Just fine. How was yours?" Gina replied as she got up and gave her husband a slight kiss on the mouth.

"Same ol', hey boys! How are my guys?" Steve said already moving toward the couch where Kyle and Kevin sat.

"Dinner should be ready in about another 20 minutes"

"Hmmm, I'm sorry Gin, what was that?"

"The casserole will be done in about 20 minutes"

"Oh. Yeah. It smells great."

Gina and Steve had been married for 12 years. They loved each other greatly but had fallen into the comfort zone of so many married couples after so many years. They took each other for granted. After dinner, Steve watched a baseball game with the boys while Gina read a book. After the boys went to bed, Gina and Steve watched a movie with Gina dozing off on her husband's shoulder. She was fast asleep by the time the movie ended and Steve carried her up to their bed. He undressed her carefully, fully appreciating her toned body as he eased her jeans down her legs. They came off smoothly down her trim thighs and calves and over her small, slender feet. He was afraid he would wake her if he took off her shirt so he placed her under the covers wearing the T-Shirt and her panties.

Gina was fast asleep. She sleep like a rock, barely moving but she was troubled by strange dreams about school.

Sara and Amber had gotten to the party early but it was already crowded when they got there. It was a typical party, loud music, crowded house and people puking way too early in the evening. Amber and Sara got into the party spirit, drinking and dancing in the growing crowd. Sara was really enjoying herself until the guy who looked in his mid-30's puked all over her back. After finding a replacement shirt, an oversized sweatshirt from a sympathetic classmate, Sara headed into the back yard for the rest of the party. Amber was surprisingly sober when Sara found her at 11:30. Both were tired and nearly deaf and Sara really wanted to get home and take a shower, the smell had lingered around her all night.

They made it home in time for Sara's curfew and even though only her brother was in the living room, she knew both her parents would still be awake upstairs.

"Looking like quite the partier, Sis" Joe said looking over his little sister's clothes. "Nice shirt. I guess that's what all the kids are wearing to the parties these days"

"Thanks Joe. So sympathetic it hurts" Sara said as she took off her shoes and went to kitchen for a glass of water.

"Hope you weren't drinking" Joe said loudly.

"Shut up Jerk. We both know Mom and Dad are up but you don't have to scream"

"Ah, take it easy sis, they're cool. Although Mom was a bit ticked you left so early tonight."

"Yeah, well, we didn't want to miss anything, besides Nat was fine and stuff"

"Well don't be surprised if she wakes you up early tomorrow. You know how chores magically appear when she's mad at us"

"I guess I'll be ready for that" Sara said as she ascended the stairs. "I'm going to shower before I hit the bed."

"So is that smell of puke yours, or someone else’s?"

"Someone else, I was just in the splatter zone."

Joe just laughed and went back to watching Iron Man 3. Soon he heard the water in the shower kick on.

Sara washed for 15 minutes, suddenly grossed out about the puking incident. She let the hot water run down all over her body. The pulsating water consumed her on the top of her head. Her hair when wet lay almost to her narrow waist. She once again wished she was fuller in her breasts but she liked her long thin legs. They were strong from years of soccer despite her brother's nicknames. Sara Sykes was very tired when she got to her room. It was a typical 15-year old's room, a disaster area. She knew where to step to avoid the piles of clothes. Posters of various bands covered the walls and her laptop and a TV adorned a shelving unit along the one side. She put on a fresh pair of panties and a plain white T-Shirt and curled up in bed. She fell asleep instantly and was consumed by dreams of school.

The Next Morning:

"GINA MARIE SYKES! Are you going to sleep all day?!" Gina heard a female voice calling her name but its origin failed to resonate with her. She clamped her eyes shut tightly. "I must still be dreaming" was all that passed through her groggy mind. The door to the room flew open. "Wake up young lady! You have chores to do if you want to go to the mall with Amber this afternoon."

Gina froze. This was a very strange dream. She slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by relative darkness. It took yet another second for her to realize she was looking into a wall of hair. A lot of long black hair was matted in front of her eyes.

Gina lifted up her right hand slowly and grabbed a handful of hair and pushed it out of her eyes. "What in the world is going on, I haven't had long hair in almost 10 years" she thought.

"Get up O Precious middle child of mine. Just because you go out partying with your friends on Friday night doesn't mean you get to skip your chores on Saturday morning, you drew mopping duty. I want to see you out of that bed and downstairs in less than 15 minutes."

Gina traced her eyes to the source of the voice and saw her neighbor Lydia Sykes standing in a doorway. Gina just squinted in confusion. "Why is Lydia Sykes talking to me like I'm her daughter?" she thought.

"Lydia? I must be dreaming" Gina managed sleepily.

"Lydia? Well aren't we a grown up. When did you stop calling me Mom?"

Gina was very puzzled. This was one Hell of a dream. She looked down and around at her surroundings. She was sitting on a twin bed. The floor beneath her feet was strewn with clothes. Gina looked back at her feet. They were her feet but they looked different somehow. Smoother, almost younger somehow. Her eyes traced up her legs. Also they were her legs but they were smoother and leaner, as no marks blemished their lines.

"Well...what are you staring at the floor for young lady? Get up and get going. And clean up this room while you're at it. It's an absolute pigsty in here."

This broke Gina's concentration and she again looked at Lydia Sykes, with even more confusion in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you on drugs? Is that why you can't seem to comprehend your Mother's language?"

"No, I'm not on drugs…I…I just seem to not be able to wake up"

"Well rise and shine sunshine" Lydia said as she shut the door behind her.

Gina shook her head and was instantly drawn to the sensation of long hair flowing over her shoulders. "What is going on" she mumbled with panic in her voice.

She trembled slightly as she slowly stood up. She looked down at her thin smooth legs. Her hands dropped to her stomach. It was flipping wildly at what was going on. Her hands rested against her flat stomach. Another confused look crossed Gina's face. Her hands lifted up the white T-Shirt and exposed a perfectly flat tummy. "No Way!" Gina thought. "My stomach hasn't been flat like this in years, I must be dreaming"

Her hands ranged further up to her breasts. She could tell she wasn't wearing a bra even though she knew she had been wearing one when she fell asleep. Her breasts were extremely firm, perky even. They seemed smaller in her hands. Gina stared at her hands. They too were smoother than she could remember.

Gina looked around at her surroundings. "Where am I?"

She was standing in a mess. Her eyes scanned the walls to reveal posters of bands she knew of from her students. She saw a shelving unit against the wall that had a laptop and a TV on it. She saw the dresser against another wall with a mirror on top. Gina took in a deep breath and began making her way to the mirror.

"OW!" Gina had stepped on something sharp. She grabbed her foot annoyed at the pain then annoyed by her hair falling over her face into her eyes. She flipped her head back and felt the hair whip back out of her field of vision.

She realized she had closed her eyes again once she reached the mirror. Her eyes popped open and Gina was amazed at what she saw before her eyes. Gina gasped in shock at the visage in the mirror. It was her; but yet not her. It was her 25 years ago. Gina was looking at her teenage self in the mirror.

Gina's mouth hung open at the amazing sight, "This can't be happening, Oh My, What is going on here" She reached her hand first towards the mirror then brought the hand back and ran the smooth fingers down her cheek. She felt a slight bump under her finger, a pimple. Gina then brought her other hand to her face and watched as the hand felt her other cheek, slowly working down. With her hands resting at the nape of her neck, Gina realized she was hyperventilating. She wanted to scream, but she was too afraid.

"This is impossible. I am Gina Marie Kemper, age 41. I was born September 15, 1976. I was married to Steve Kemper on July 9th 2005. I have two sons ages 6 and 8. I, I am a teacher at Truman High School, I can't be looking at a teenage version of myself." She realized she could recount facts until she was blue in the face; she wasn't convinced of her own place.

Gina took a step back, then another. She looked around again; she was beginning to panic. She went quickly to the window. She looked out and saw her street, but she wasn't in her house. She could see her house, 4 houses up on the other side. She was in the Sykes' house. Lydia Sykes had called her Gina Marie Sykes to wake her up.

"This…this is some kind of Twilight Zone, some parallel dimension" Gina stammered. Gina saw a purse on the floor. She quickly grabbed it and opened it up. She found a Truman High Security pass. Everyone had to have one to gain access to the building. She grabbed it and there on the tag was a picture of 15-year old Gina M. Sykes, sophomore. Home Rome 209; D.O.B. 9-15-02.

"No, this can't be happening.” She flipped through the wallet, but like any 15-year old, there wasn't much there. There were 16 dollars and a bunch of pictures. There was a picture of what Gina recognized as herself now along with Amber Murphy.

"Didn't Lydia say I was going to the mall with Amber this afternoon? But Amber is best friends with, Sara Sykes." Gina gasped again. She found a picture of the Sykes family. She knew Dan and Lydia Sykes since she had moved into the neighborhood shortly after she and Steve had been married in 05. She saw a perfectly happy family portrait. There in the back row were Dan and Joe Sykes and sitting on three chairs were Lydia Sykes, a 10-year old Natalie Sykes, and Gina.

"GINA! You had better be cleaning that room of yours or you will not be going out with Amber this afternoon"

Gina gulped hard at the voice from downstairs. "But if I'm here, If I am now the 15-year old daughter of Dan and Lydia Sykes, then where is Sara?"

"SHHHH. Quiet boys, don't wake up your mother, I don't think she's feeling too good" Sara heard the voice from close by but was still confused from sleep and didn't recognize what it was.

"Is there something wrong with Mommy?"

"No, she's just really tired. Hey...why don't I take you two to McDonald's for breakfast and we'll let Mommy sleep."

Sara heard a child's voice and another male voice and both sounded familiar. "I must be dreaming," she thought as she kept her eyes closed tightly. She heard the door close and feet going down stairs then a car below her start up and head off.

Sara gently rubbed her eyes and then opened them. She was instantly confused by what she saw. She saw that she was lying in a King size bed and was looking into a bathroom off the room. "Did I fall asleep in my parent's room?" she wondered. "This isn't my room, but it isn't my parent’s room either."

At this she sat upright in bed. Sunlight streamed into the room from two windows across from her. "Where am I?" she said aloud, slightly disturbed at the sound of her voice. She thought she might be coming down with a cold.

Sara turned back and forth several times looking over the room. "Oh" she felt a stiffness in her neck and she seemed to have a pain in her lower back, "I must have slept wrong…where ever I slept." Sara was running through where she was. The room was familiar, just as the voices she had heard in her dream were familiar. She knew she had not fallen asleep at the party last night. She remembered going home and talking to Joe, then showering and going to bed in her own room. "Was I? Have I been kidnapped?"

Sara still hadn't moved from her sitting position in bed. She pulled back the covers and stopped when she saw her legs. They looked very different this morning. She had put on some weight. She wasn't suddenly fat. But her legs were fuller this morning. She ran her hands over the tops of her thighs. She had marks along the tops of her thighs. She rubbed her fingers over them thinking them temporary marks from the sheets being bunched up, but they didn't budge. She looked down her legs at her feet. The nails weren't painted anymore. She had just painted her toenails on Thursday and now they were totally clear. She ran her fingers over her toes. The nails were also thicker than usual. Her heels had a few cracks in them, her feet looked old. She noticed bumps along her legs, veins along the calves and a scar along her knee.

"I've never had these bumps, these blemishes before. What's going on?" Sara said in rising panic. Her hands flew up to her hair, her short hair.  “What the…What happened to my hair?"

Sara scanned the room quickly and ran to the bathroom she had seen from the bed. Sara did scream when she saw the image reflected back; then she fainted.

Sara woke up just seconds later lying on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. "What am I, Oh yeah?" Sara shut her eyes. "I have to be dreaming, I have to be dreaming. I'll sit up and everything will be back to normal. But if everything were back to normal I wouldn't be sitting on this cold tile floor, I'd be in my own bed.”

Sara stood up slowly, aware of the pain in her back. She gripped the edge of the sink tightly and looked hard at the face in the mirror. She shook her head violently back and forth at what she saw. Sara barely recognized the face in the mirror. It was old. It was her, but old. She saw blue eyes, dulled by years and lines deep alongside them. She saw her blond hair was now cut short. It was full on top,

Bangs covered her forehead, but the length stopped at her collar and it wasn't as shiny or as bright. It was a darker shade of blond, a duller color. She lifted up the bangs to reveal lines on her forehead. Her nose was the same as were her teeth, but her lips were dry and slightly cracked and lines marked the corners and reached down as she opened her mouth wide. Her hands traced her long neck down to her shoulders, where freckles and tougher skin were found on her arms. She flexed her hands back and forth. Like her feet, veins stood out on back now and the nails were thicker and shorter.

Sara's older hands went to her breasts. She was wearing a white T-Shirt and a bra beneath it. Her hands hefted her breasts. They were bigger; maybe 2 sizes bigger but she could tell that they now sagged if not for the bra.

Sara lifted up the shirt slightly and ran her left hand over her stomach. It wasn't as flat as before. She was still rather thin but the stomach was different. More of those slight lines marked the sides of her tummy and it stuck out ever so slightly. Her hands fell to her ass, a big lower and saggy compared to what she was used to.

Sara was crying slightly " What's happened to me, who am I?"

She cautiously looked around and walked back out from the bathroom. She went to a dresser across the room. There were various cosmetics strewn about the top. But it was the purse that got her attention. She opened it up quickly and grabbed the wallet. She gasped when she saw the driver's license inside.

Sara Ann Kemper, eyes blue, hair blond, height 5'9", weight 135 D.O.B. 8-18-1973 "No! Sara Kemper, that can't be, 1973! That would make me 44 years old!"

It was the photos that were stuck in the dresser mirror that now interested Sara. The first was her lying in a bed holding an infant. She could tell it was her since she was looking directly at the camera. She was not as old as she was this Saturday morning but she was still older than she had been last night. It was a hospital bed, it was the picture of her after giving birth to the child in her arms.

The second photo was much like the first. She was again holding an infant and there was a 2-year old boy perched on the bed next to her smiling broadly. "Kyle? Is that little Kyle Kemper?" Sara felt faint again and rested her head on the dresser. "I babysit Kyle and Kevin Kemper. I didn't give birth to them!" The next photo was in a frame. It was her again. The older version of her, yet this version was younger than the two maternity photos. This time Sara saw herself in a wedding gown, next to Steve Kemper. The date engraved in the bottom was July 9th, 2005.

"This can't be happening, I was, I was a month from my 3rd birthday on that date. That can't be my wedding date! I'm only 15, not 44!"

Sara got up and rifled through the drawers of the dresser. She grabbed a pair of shorts and ran downstairs. She had been in the Kemper house many times. She babysat for them regularly and this was the Kemper house. Sara went for the office.

Once in the office, she went through the drawers. She found bank statements for Steve and Sara Kemper. She saw bills with both names on them, insurance policies, the mortgage, and loan papers. Everything in the office was in her name and had her signature on them. Her life had been extended by 29 years.

She grabbed her phone. The pictures were everywhere...all pictures of her or Steve or both of them together; on vacations, at Barbeques at Christmases together and hundreds of pictures of the boys, her boys. Sara was with Kyle and Kevin in lots of pictures. Then, a certain photo caught her eye. At the block picnic last summer there was a group photo. That was where she picked out herself standing with Steve and Kyle and Kevin Kemper. Sara's eyes scanned right. There, second in from the end stood a young girl of 14 with long black hair, standing where she had been in her old image of this picture. Natalie was on the end. "No it can't be! That, that looks like a teenage…Gina Kemper!"

Sara staggered out of the office. She picked up a jacket that was lying on a bench by the front door. Her hand caught on the I.D. Badge on the lapel. It was a Truman High School badge. Sara gasped at the image on the badge. It was her, the new old her and below her smiling face it stated Sara A. Kemper, faculty.

"Somehow I'm living Gina Kemper's life. And if that picture is correct, she's living mine. But How? How did this happen? I went to bed a 15-year old kid. I woke up as a 44-year old woman with a husband and 2 kids. How did I wake up old? How did I wake up with a different life?" Sara sobbed slightly and sat down hard on the floor of the hallway, dazed and confused.

Gina slowly picked up a pair of jeans from the pile on the floor and stepped into them. She seemed more limber in this younger version of herself. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell anyone what had happened. No one would believe her. Reality had somehow been shifted around her and around everyone else too. "Why Lydia Sykes didn't even bat an eye to order me around like I've always been her daughter" Gina thought dejectedly.

"GINA! I don't hear you cleaning up there"

Gina knew she had to reply this time or Lydia would be back upstairs again to yell at her in person. "Uh, I'm picking up my room first, Mom"

"Good, if the health department saw that room we'd get 500 violations"

Gina did start picking up. Until she could figure out what was going on, she would be living in this room. She couldn't stand the mess either. She started going through the clothes, it embarrassed her to think of wearing some of these items. Low cut shirts that showed both cleavage and her tummy, low ride jeans, short skirts and even shorter shorts. Not to mention all the shoes, from insanely high platform heels to clunky boots to shower sandals. Clothes that as an adult and a teacher she had just shook her head at; she would now be wearing.

Gina hung up the shirts and folded and put away the shorts, pants and skirts. She stacked the shoes in the closet and threw out a mountain of gum wrappers and fast food wrappers. She carried 5 glasses and 4 plates downstairs, all dirty and needing washed.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Joe Sykes was polishing the banister. "Told you she'd be pissed little sister," he said with a wink and a smile. "I hear you got mop duty"

"Um, yeah Joe, I got mop duty"

"I see you also decided to rotate the dirty dishes in your room. E Coli germs will die by the millions if you clean up there. It'll be germ genocide in Gina's room"

Gina just smiled and walked to the kitchen. Joe Sykes was now her older brother. She had known Joe since he was just a 7-year old, now he was 4 years older than she was.

The mop was waiting for her next to the sink in the kitchen. She put the dishes into the sink and panicked slightly when she realized she didn't know where the Sykes kept their cleaning supplies. But as luck would have it, she opened up the cabinet beneath the sink and found all she needed. It was a good thing that all these houses were built the same. There were only so many places you could hide things.

Gina had moments of disbelief all morning. She simply had a tough time placing herself in this new life of hers. The thought that she was mopping a floor as a 15 year old version of herself. She had a Mom and Dad again, not to mention siblings, one older and one younger. She felt a wave of nervousness pass over her when she realized that at 15, she couldn't even drive.

She mopped the kitchen, then the 2 bathrooms and dumped out the water. Her mother then told her she had to clean the rest of the bathrooms and wash the dishes she had left in the sink. Gina felt humiliated being treated like a kid again. A woman bossing her around was something she hadn't put up with in nearly 20 years.

She heard her phone ring "Gina! Your phone is going off" her mother yelled.

"Can you see who is it? My hands are all wet?” Gina called out.

"It's Mrs. Kemper from down the street, she must want you to babysit. I’ll get it for you"

"I don't think so" was all Gina thought as she dried her hands and rushed to her phone.

"Hello"

Sara had gotten up from the floor after a while realizing what she had to do. She picked up her phone and saw her own number in the contacts reading Gina Sykes. She gasped when she heard her Mom's laughing voice on the other side. "Hello, Gina’s phone"

"Uh, hello, is, is Sara there?"

"No I'm sorry you must have the wrong num…I get it…very funny " Lydia said

"Uh, I mean this is Sara, is Gina there?" a very flustered Sara said.

"Hi Sara. How are Kyle and Kevin?"

"Oh, they're fine. Huh, how are your kids?"

“Just fine, but you know teenagers. It's like pulling teeth to get Gina to do any chores around here. How do you put up with her in your English class?"

"My, my English class. Yeah, right my English class. Well you know Gina is a great kid. A great student"

"HA. Yeah right. I've known you for too long Sara; you've never been good at lying. I'll get Gina for you"

Sara's mind was reeling as she heard her mother call for Gina like she had never been her daughter and Mrs. Kemper had always been her daughter. This was severely messed up.

"Hello" Gina said somewhat shakily

"Mrs. Kemper?" Sara replied.

"Sara? Is that you?" Gina said.

"What the Hell is going on?" Sara demanded.

"I have no idea, I don’t even know what should I call you?" Gina replied

"Uh, call me Sara. Mrs. Kemper sure doesn't sound right"

"I have a student I.D. saying I'm 15 and a sophomore at the school I teach at" Gina said through clenched teeth.

"And I have a faculty I.D. badge saying I'm 44. Can you imagine my shock at waking up in my mid-forties" Sara's voice was rising towards hysterical.

"Yes I can imagine that. I was in my early forties when I went to bed last night. Can you imagine my surprise to wake up to your Mom screaming at me to mop the floor and clean my room? I'm a kid again!" Gina was trying to keep her voice down to not raise suspicion but having a hard time. "Look, come over here. We'll talk about this face to face. We're not getting anywhere on the phone."

"Okay, is my husb…are Steve and the boys there?"

"No they're not. Now get over here!"

The phone clicked off in Gina's hand. "UH, I need to go over to the Kemper's for just a minute. I'll be right back" and Gina sprinted out the door slipping on a pair of sandals by the back door not waiting for a reply.

Gina broke out the door and took off running around the house and into the street. Her legs pumping and her hair flying wildly about her face, she was quite the picture of youth. She was nearly to her front lawn when the door opened and Gina skidded to a sudden halt.

Sara had hung up the phone and taken a few deep breaths before walking down the hall to the front door. She couldn't imagine what she was going to see or say to Mrs. Kemper. When she opened the door and stepped onto the front step she saw a young girl running full bore towards her. Sara gasped and clutched her hands in front of her mouth at the sight.

The two women stood 20 feet away from each other staring and not moving an inch. Both were too shocked at what was before them. Finally after a long minute of sizing up, Gina slowly began walking forward. Sara too took a few steps until they were before each other. The silence continued as they examined each other closely.

"Gina, WOW! Look at you! You, you're so young"

"Sara, you, you…" Gina stammered, suddenly self-conscious about being so much younger. She felt intimidated.

"I love your hair Gina" Sara said with a slight catch in her voice.

"Uh, Yeah, I had long hair when I was a kid. I cut it off when Kyle was born. I had forgotten what it was like" Gina said apologetically.

"I guess I'm supposed to have short hair as an adult" Sara said gently touching the ends of her hair

"I guess it comes with the age, I, you, we"

"What happened to us Mrs. Kemp, Gina" Sara said almost in tears.

"I have no idea honey," Gina said soothingly

"But, I, I can't be old, uh, I mean older. I'm just a kid. I don't know what to do. I can't have a husband and two kids" Sara had started to cry. "I don't want this!"

"I don't want this either. I don't want to grow up again either. I was happy with my life. The thought that Kyle and Kevin aren't my kids anymore is tearing me up" Gina was beginning to cry too. "But if I was happy as me and you were happy as you, then why are we now each other. And why doesn't anyone else see that this is totally wrong!"

"I don't know Sara, Your Mom treated me like I was her daughter" Gina said.

"And Steve and the boys called me Mommy. I'm no one's Mommy" Sara replied.

"I know, but I don't know how to switch back either"

"I went through the drawers in the office. Everything has my name on it. I'm in all the pictures."

At that Gina's eyes got wide and she ran past Sara into the open door behind her. She flew up the stairs into her bedroom. When Sara came in, Gina was on the floor in front of the dresser sobbing uncontrollably.

Gina was clutching the pictures of Sara and her newborns.

Sara and Gina hugged each other for a few minutes, neither of them speaking. Finally Sara consoled the young girl in her arms by saying, "We'll figure it out. We'll get back to normal, somehow"

"Are you sure! Promise Me!" Gina begged her.

"I…it'll be okay" Sara said uncomfortably.

"No, How can it be okay when I'm a kid and you're…" Gina sobbed.

"I don't know, but it will be." Gina said as confidently as she could.

The two walked slowly back downstairs. They had just stepped back out onto the lawn when Steve and the boys arrived. Gina immediately began crying again.

"Hey Honey. Hey Gina. Are you alright?" Steve said as he saw the neighbor girl and frequent babysitter sobbing against his wife's breast.

"She'll be fine Steve" Sara quickly replied. "You know teenagers, she's had a rough morning"

"Are you okay Gina?" 8 year old Kyle asked his babysitter.

Gina could barely nod in response at her son only recognizing her as the babysitter. Kevin was scared of big people crying. He had never seen his babysitter crying before and he ran past and into the house.

"Well if you need anything Gina, we're always here for you. I'm glad you and my wife are so close. I know sometimes you can't go to your parents and a teacher and neighbor can be a good friend. I hope you're not in trouble"

"No, honey, she'll be okay. Won't you Gina? Now you better run along. Have a good time at the mall and I'll see you in class on Monday" Sara said while staring into Gina's eyes.

Gina just nodded "Bye Muh…Mrs. Kemper. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'll see you on Monday. Unless you'd need me before that."

Steve hugged Sara close to his hip and they walked into the house arm in arm. Gina stood on the lawn another moment after the door closed. Her chin dipped to her chest, then she slowly turned and she dragged her feet down the sidewalk back to the Sykes house.

The Sykes house had quieted down in the meantime. Natalie was watching a movie and Lydia was typing on her laptop. Gina silently went up the stairs to her room. She glanced around at her surroundings and saw the décor of a child, inappropriate clothing, the life of a teen. Her phone went off in her back pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey Gin, how about that party last night girl?" Gina thought she recognized the voice of Amber Murphy on the other end.

"Uh, yeah, it was cool"

"Are you alright Gina?"

"Yeah. I've had a real rough morning"

"Mom's been on you again?"

"You could say that."

"Well get ready. I'll be over in 15 minutes for the mall. See ya!"

Gina clicked off the phone. She had to get ready for the mall. She just shook her head at the absurdity of it, but keep up appearances and all she told herself.

Gina took off the jeans and T-Shirt she had been wearing. She caught her reflection in the mirror again and marveled at how firm and toned her body was. It was no consolation to her at that point. She picked out a different pair of jeans and slid them over her trim, youthful legs. She slid a bra over her shoulders and somewhere deep inside her; she relished the thought of her perky young breasts. She put a black top on over it. She stood before the mirror amazed again at her youthful face. Her eyes were so clear and bright, her lips full and sensuous. The only blemishes she had to worry about now were pimples, not crow's feet. She fluffed her hair out with her fingers. It was shiny and jet-black. It cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. She smiled broadly for the first time since the switch had occurred.

"What the Hell" she said sarcastically. "When in Rome"

She put on a pair of socks and grabbed a pair of tennis shoes. She was tying them on when she heard a car with no muffler pull into the drive. Gina grabbed her purse and threw in the cell phone and bounded down the steps and out the front door.

Gina found that she fell easily into conversation with Amber. She knew enough about what was going on in school and who was going out with whom to keep up a modicum of knowledge. Anyway, the radio blared so loudly along with the lack of a muffler that they only talked at stoplights. As the day at the mall went along, Gina found out something amazing; she was enjoying herself.

She quietly chided herself. She had gotten wrapped up in the day. She had not thought about who she really was for hours. She and Amber were both broke, so they had just been trying on clothes, never buying anything. They ran into people they knew, both shopping and working in the various stores. Gina had actually started to think of them as friends and no longer as students. She had enjoyed trying on the risky fashions and slinky clothes. They felt so good on her young body and smooth flesh.

Gina and Amber were having some pizza in the food court when Shane Morris and his friend Mike came over to them. Gina knew Shane from her 3rd period composition class. She didn't know that Shane and Sara had been dating off and on. Now, Shane was very familiar with Gina.

"Gina G, What's up sexy girl?" Shane said as he sat down in Gina's lap.

Gina was shocked as Shane kissed her fully on the mouth and even more shocked when she let her lips part and felt Shane's tongue in her mouth.

"Shane! What?" she cried out.

"Ah, don't act like you don't like it. You liked it just fine last week during the movies." Gina blushed heavily; she was making out in a mall food court with a kid she taught. But she was blushing also because she had liked it. She was excited. Teenage hormones had come along with the body.

Sara meanwhile was spending the day with her 2 sons. As Gina had left, Sara had been looking out the front window as she walked away. Steve had come up and gave her a big kiss.