Your name is Will, and you are watching TV when the news interrupts, "We are interrupting this program to inform everyone of a strange wall of energy that is heading toward the earth. Do not panic. Scientists have been observing it for days. It has passed over other planets, moons, asteroids and even a comet, and there is no destructive effect. I am told there will likely be a great light show though, so don't panic and just enjoy."
You head outside, and in a few minutes, the sky begins to light up. Suddenly you are enveloped in a strange glow that makes your body tingle, then it is past and gone. You shrug and head to bed.
The next day you are at school when a bully starts to pick on you. The only thing that stops him is the bell ringing. You observe that he never picks on pretty girls, and you wonder if even that would help you.
When you get into class, you see your friend Lisa, and she seems down. "What is wrong Lisa?"
She sighs, "It is just no challenge on the girls softball team. I want to play baseball, but they won't let me join the boys team." Lisa was very athletic. "It is just not fair."
You sigh, "I don't know. At least girls don't have to worry about jerks like Brad."
Lisa giggles, "Yes we do, just in different ways."
You shrug, "Well, I like your way better."
You feel odd, but you can't place why. At lunch, your best friend Mike says, "Hey Will, how did you grow your hair so fast?"
You reach up, and it is a thick mop of hair, "Huh? I don't know." You can tell something is going on though, and after lunch, you are standing next to Mike, "Um, Mike, is it just me, or am I shorter than you now?" He confirms it. How is that possible? You have been taller than Mike all of your lives.
By the end of the day, you find you need to roll up your pants legs to walk, and your shoes seem loose. You run into Lisa, who is looking very uncomfortable. She is looking taller and more muscular, and her blonde hair looks like she just got a crop, when it was long and in a pony tail this morning.
She looks at you, "Wow! It looks like you have the opposite problem that I do." She tugs at her clothing. "I don't know what is happening, but at this rate, my clothes will rip off of me soon." She looks like she has an idea. "Will, my clothes would fit you better, and yours would fit me better. Will you trade clothing with me?"
You look at peach capris and floral peasant blouse. You respond, "You have GOT to be kidding!" But she whines, and you feel very bad for her. What do you do?
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