Bursting through the door, standing in front of Maggie's full-size mirror, was a man that Mike had never seen before, but looked vaguely familiar, looking like he could be a distant relation of either himself or his late wife, but that didn't allay his fears considering that his daughter anywhere in the room and this... pervert was wearing her favorite pair of pajamas!
"Who the hell are you and what did you do with my daughter?" Mike demanded, then immediately clamped his hands over his mouth when he realized that his voice was wrong. "Was that my voice?"
"Dad?" the man asked, his eyes pleading with Mike, and it was at that moment that they both realized who the other was.
Mike stumbled forward, into the view of the mirror and spotted himself, looking a lot like his own sister, although back when she was in college, whereas Maggie appeared to be a man of a similar age to Mike.
"Did we switch bodies? Is this Freaky Friday?" Maggie asked.
"We didn't switch, because you don't look like me... You look like yourself... if you were a man in his fifties." Mike replied. "It looks like we swapped places, though. Look at this."
Mike reached over to the shelf that had previously held Maggie's most treasured possessions, a photo of her mother, her high school diploma, and a photo of her with her best friends, except while the photo of Scarlett remained, the diploma now had the name "Michelle" written on it, and the photo featured Mike's new appearance in the place of Maggie.
Mike scrutinized the face of the girl, she seemed in most respects to be similar to Maggie, except not her. Mike turned to the mirror, spotting a pair of smooth, toned legs with pink toenails poking out from his now oversized t-shirt and loosened boxers. Going up past the t-shirt showed a pair of hairless arms with dainty hands tipped with long, pink fingernails, and a pair of breasts pressing against the shirt. Past that were unkempt dirty-blonde locks framing a feminine face that scarily, was still undeniably Mike's.
"You look like Aunt Rachel!" Maggie exclaimed.
"I know." Mike swallowed hard.
On the flip side, Maggie now appeared to be the father of Mike, or rather Michelle, with big, hairy feet sticking out from the extremely tight pink pajama bottoms, leading into hairy legs, and the tightness of the garment left little to the imagination, sickening for both Maggie and Mike, while the shirt clung to every slightly overweight curve of Maggie's new "dad-bod" leading up to the head, where her face resembled what a much, much older brother might have looked like, had Maggie ever had one, with heavy five o'clock shadow, while her formerly blonde hair was now dark, closer to black, although much of it was now gray, with only a speckling of dark hair around mainly the temples.
"I'm so old!" Maggie whined.
"You're not that old!" Mike defended. "But that's not the point. What the hell happened to us?"
"The last thing I remember is that fight and then going to bed and waking up like this! I had to pee, I haven't woken up because I had to pee since I was a kid!"
"That's called aging, kiddo." Mike remarked. "I was still sound asleep until you screamed. And you woke up in here?"
"In my bed!"
"And I was still on the chair... Oh, what am I saying, how can this ever make any sense?"
"I don't know..." Maggie sat down on the bed. "Ugh, I can't wear these, they're so tight!"
"I hate to agree, but these loose clothes aren't a picnic either. Maybe we should change?"
"I think that makes sense. Feel free to take anything from the closet, I guess, since it's yours now." Maggie waved her hand towards the closet.
"Same to you..." Mike said as he hesitantly opened the closet while Maggie headed off to the master bedroom to do the same.
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