Dan woke up, feeling different. When he finally got out of bed, he realised this was Kyle's bed but it was missing...Kyle. He closed his eyes but they opened again quickly when he heard a squeal. As far as he knew, the only person who squealed was him ( it was a very manly squeal of course)... He ran to his bed and saw someone that made him scream. It was him.
"You're...me?" He whispered dramatically. "It's Kyle, Dan. Aren't I beautiful?" Dan looked carefully at his own body. "You're wearing booty shorts in my body" his eyes were wide, Kyle scoffed. "No, I'm wearing booty shorts in my body." "Just please don't go out wearing those" he begged before dropping and clinging to his leg.
"Okay, I'll wear... nothing" "Kyleeeeeeeee, I have a reputation-" "of being a nerd who sometimes dresses okay." Dan sighed, "please don't wear the booty shorts."
"You can't stop me" then 'Dan' skipped away, dressed in booty shorts and a flowery shirt. 'Kyle' sighed.
