“Umm, getting back.”
“What?” Hudson growled. “You don’t know how to get us back?”
“No, I do. Everyone just hold still,” Dayna said.
“Stop resisting,” Aunt Liz said.
“I can’t help it,” Dave grumbled. “She’s tugging on my soul, and it sounds like she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“Got it,” Dayna said. Then we were sucked out of this plane and back into reality. I opened my eyes. Since when was I sitting on the armchair next to Aunt Liz?
She turned and frowned at me. “Why are you sitting over my shoulder like that, you overgrown mutt?”
I squinted. My eyesight was a little blurry. Must be from the tea. “What?”
Hudson suddenly stood upright and spun in a circle. His movements were a little too graceful. What on earth was he doing?
“Well, this is different. I feel hungry for meat,” he snarled.
Umm, that was an odd thing to announce.
“Oh shit,” Sebastian muttered. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
He pointed her finger at a woman. Wait, no. He pointed his finger at a woman who looked exactly like me. “I told you not to resist.”
My twin snapped to her feet. “What did you do?”
Sebastian looked around at us. “We’re in the wrong bodies.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine hearing that sentence not only spoken, but spoken truthfully.
Hudson’s hand landed on his crotch. “My, my, Principal, you are packing something insane down here. No wonder Cora screams your name every night.”
Rebecca? “Hey! Hands off my man’s junk.”
He turned to me and winked.
“Honestly, I am not surprised by this turn of events,” Dayna’s body said as she placed one foot on her opposite knee and leaned back.
I choked and shielded my eyes. “Close your legs. I do not need to know what panties my aunt is wearing.”
“Cora?” Dayna said with wide eyes.
I nodded.
“YouFreaky Fridayedus,” Sebastian said from Liz’s body.
“Sister, put us back,” Rebecca said.
Aunt Liz? I massaged my temple. “This is very confusing.”
“I can feel your hearts pumping like a siren call,” Rebecca, AKA Liz, said. “It’s distracting.”
Harry, who had been quiet until now, floated forward. “Everyone gets a soul swap, but me?”
“This is not something you want to be a part of,” I advised. It was very disconcerting.
