I blinked and suddenly I was standing in a bright, somewhat familiar environment. Then I saw my hands.
They were pudgy and looked like they belonged to a black woman, and definitely not me. I looked down. I saw a red McDonald's uniform and two gigantic breasts under my several chins. A gargantuan belly poked out from under the breasts. A faded yellow nametag on my right breasted said "Latasha, Worker".
Before I could process what was going on, I heard people start shrieking from all around me. Realizing I was standing at a McDonald's cash register, I turned around and waddled as fast as Latasha's bulbous legs would allow me. What I saw almost made me throw up: a pimply-faced girl whose arms were in the deep fryer.
"What are you doing?" I shouted in a voice that was definitely not my own. I waddled behind the girl and helped her get her arms out. They came out with horrific burn marks.
"Damn!" I shouted, "Why the hell were you sticking your arms in there?"
"I don't know... one minute, I'm at a board meeting, the next, I'm falling into a deep fryer! Sorry, I didn't get your name, "she says.
"I'm Nick, "I said.
"Nick? Your nametag says Latasha."
"I know, I know. Also, I'm a fat black woman. See, a few minutes ago, I was falling asleep in class, and now..." I gestured to my elephantine body.
"Yikes, looks like my swap could've gone a lot worse, "says the girl.
"Gee, thanks, "I mumbled, "So do you got any idea what's going on?"
"None at all, "the girl says. Her nametag says "Wendy".
"What's your real name? "I asked.
"I'm Leon, "she says.
"Ok, let's find out what's going on here, "I said. I waddled back out to the register section and found the restaurant in complete pandemonium. People were fighting, shouting things like "Give me my body back!" I saw one mid-thirties woman stripping down in the middle of the restaurant.
"Looks like we're not the only ones to swap, Rob,"I said,"everyone else here swapped, too."
Rob looked around. "You're right, "he said.
"Come on. We should go,"I said.
"You're right, "said Rob. I waddled out of the McDonald's restaurant and had to walk sideways through the door so I could fit.
"This body is a nightmare, "I mumbled.
"Hey, this body ain't exactly ideal, either, "says Rob.
"Fine. Wanna trade?" I asked. Rob frantically shook Wendy's head.
"Ok, maybe one of us has a car here, "I said.
"I checked Wendy's I.D. She's only fifteen, so hopefully your body does."
"Ok, let's see if I can find any keys."
It was an effort just to reach into one of my pockets and find the keys. When I got them, I was huffing and puffing.
I pressed the button and we heard a car unlock. It was a small, silver car.
"That can't be it,"I said, "Latasha can't fit in there."
"It seems like that's it, "said Rob.
I opened the small car's driver door and squeezed my enormous body into the seat. Once I was situated, I had to ask Rob to close the door for me because I could hardly move.
"Ok," I said, meaty hands on the wheel, "let's get out of here."
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