Note: This was written when I was 13. It is very much a product of my little tween mind at the time. Please approach with caution. *** Shay Barron is not afraid to be herself, or to be criticized for it. When she meets Forrest Rivers, he realizes that the hard way: She steals his milk. Forrest falls for Shay, surprising even himself. But Shay is already taken, by Westley Harrigan, who might just be the worst boyfriend ever. No one who knows them can figure out why they're still together. Westley and Shay's relationship takes a turn for the worse. Although Maddie and Jasmine didn't know what occurred, they take Shay out for a Girl's Night. Something goes terribly wrong, and Shay wakes up in the body of another girl--Serena Magnus. Shay's logic is that if she's in Serena's body, Serena must be in Shay's body. But where is Shay's body? Will Shay --or Serena-- ever be able to go back to normal? But a shocking discovery changes everything, and both Shay and Serena's lives may never be the same.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.