"This will truly be the best birthday of my life," I think to myself when I awake. I kick my sheets off of me and throw my legs over the bedside. I rub my face with my feet and then conti-...wait. I look back to the place where my hands should be placed and I am shocked to see that they are actually my feet. I look down to see my hands peeking out of the bottom of my sweatpants rather than my feet. "Happy Birthday, Harry!" This is the story of how my mother switched my limbs.All Rights Reserved
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