I’m 5’4′, 125 pounds, long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and whenever I intently ‘forget’ to shave, as was the case at the time, a nice bushy...beard. I’m 28 years old, but most people only guess me for 19 or 20, when shaven. Good genes, I guess. Skinny build with an average endowment, cute full lips that look like they were made for sucking and a cute round bubblebutt. I had just moved into an apartment with a few c***dhood friends about 2 years ago and everything had been going well. We got. The seeming impossible happened - the cursed spell worked!People swapped with movie stars, politicians, celebrities, their neighbors, their bosses, with lawyers, doctors, - and so on. Old with young, sick with healthy. But as bad as this was - it didn't stop there - naturally more than one person wanted to be Julia Roberts (1,000,016 at last count) soon billions in the world who were not who they had been. Someone for example wanting to be Sharon Stone soon found themselves in the body of. Kristen hugged me followed by my Father, and then Jessica. The music was turned on and drinks were passed round. My Father said I’m proud of you son, and I introduced Kristen to him. He looked her up and down as if examining her and said “well done young man she’s a keeper”, and gave her a hug. He made his way out the door, along with a few of the members I didn’t know yet, although they seemed to know him. Once again my Father surprised me. The party kicked into high gear and Kristen kept. "OK, here, I'll time it," I said, "I'll ask you in sixty seconds. Get ready."I used my time well, it turns out. My original half-baked idea had been to ask a generic "do you like sex?" as the opening question. But I thought about our interchange before takeoff, and decided upon a theory as to what might have prompted her to offer to play now. When my minute was up, I was ready with a better question. I leaned over next to her ear; the roar of the engines would keep my words from carrying even.