Normally, you were in a good mood on Saturday mornings—no job to worry about, roommate out of the house with work, nothing pressing to think about for the rest of the day. But that was when your mornings were normal.
After what you’d just went through, this morning was anything but.
You were already in a bad mood from being woken up by some weird capsule crashing through your window at three in the morning—how someone got it through your third-story window, you’ve got no idea.
Why someone would throw a ball with a remote in it through your window left you even more clueless, if that was possible. It was too small to be a TV remote…too few buttons, too. And what was with that note?
”New U Industries”…”Re-Identifier?”…”Press the button and become whoever you point at???” This all sounded like something out of some poorly written science fiction story—who’d even put this much effort into some lame joke?
You could deal with a prank from some nutjob no problem, but then Mia had to stay the night on top of that—which meant you were stuck with her until your roommate got off his shift in the afternoon.
Mia was the queen bee on the local campus—athletic, pretty, popular, and very much not the type you normally hung around with. You knew she’d disliked you even before she started dating Jack, and while you played nice when he was around, the feeling was definitely mutual.
Now you’d have to deal with her “studying”—aka, gossip time with the girls—for the next three hours. And heaven forbid you do anything remotely noisy or she’d make up some sob story for her boyfriend about how you were mean to her.
“…Oh, you should have seen her face! I wish I’d been recording that, hahaha! And then—“ You could hear her chattering on in Jack’s room from the kitchen. Man, you loved him to death, but he sure had terrible taste in women…
Except…maybe you could solve one headache with another. You didn’t have anything better to do with your morning, so why not humor whoever came up with this “Re-Identifier” thing by testing it out on your buddy’s pain of a girlfriend.
You crept over to Jack’s room, the door open well enough that you could peek inside. Mia was too absorbed in her phone call to notice, lying on her back atop Jack’s bed and faced away from you.
Worse comes to worst if this went wrong, her opinion of you can’t get that much lower…You poked the remote through the gap in the door and pressed the button, the device letting out a barely audible click.
And before you could even blink, you weren’t kneeling at Jack’s door anymore.
You were staring up at the ceiling, something soft underneath you and a cheery, high-pitched voice chattering in your left ear.
“C’mon girl, spill the tea already! I can’t wait until tomorrow to hear this!!”
“Wh—huh??” You blurted out. “What just—“
“Oh no, don’t you pull that act on me! The voice in your ear said. “I know what I heard, Mia!”
“Mia??” You pulled the phone you were now aware you were suddenly speaking into away from your ear, holding it up in front of you to examine it. Your confusion quickly became alarm as you took in and recognized the seafoam green-cased iPhone you were holding in your hand—then pure shock as you noticed the matching green now adorning your fingernails. Mia’s phone case and favorite shade of nail polish.
Beyond that, you were now wearing one of your roommate’s shirts and a pair of his pajama shorts—the exact same set you’d seen Mia wearing just a minute ago.
Holy shit…there was no way this thing actually worked…!?
The phone continued to chatter at you, but you were long past thinking about it. The remote, where was the—
You tensed, and felt the shape that, despite only finding it less than a day ago was already becoming familiar, press against your other hand. After a moment of relief, you dropped the phone and slammed the bottom button, remembering what the note had said about its function.
And before you could even comprehend what had happened once more, you were back to crouching behind the door, dressed in your own pajamas again and the remote clutched in one hand.
You scampered back to the kitchen as fast and as quietly as you could, already thinking up an alibi to try and play dumb about…whatever you’d just done if Mia confronted you.
Instead, you heard Jack’s bed shift and Mia’s conversation continue right where it had left off.
“…Sorry about that, had to get comfy again. So, back to what I was saying…”
You…you could hardly believe it—every part of the note had been real! You’d somehow become Mia—you’d still been you, but everything else had been her; her clothes, her possessions…even her friend had seemed to think you were her! And after you’d hit the reset button, Mia had gone on like nothing had happened…as if you hadn’t even used the remote on her…
…You didn’t even care that your quiet, pleasant morning was canceled; you had a device that could let you be anyone—that you knew worked—and you were going to have some fun with it.
Only question was, how?
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