Rick, now a heavy set mailman jogged after the newly swapped skater punk. The former mailman watched over his shoulder as Rick in his old body falling farther behind, it was only when he heard the elderly woman yell, "Look out!" that he turned and saw the baby buggy.
He looked down into the crib and suddenly saw his skater punk body sommersaulting over him. Darn, he was now a baby. He tried to speak, but all he could do was cry. The skater punk's body went limp and lay on the sidewalk. He started to cry.
Just then, Rick caught up. He quickly sized up what had happened, and asked if the nanny's little boy was all right.
Indignantly, the woman replied, "SHE is a little girl, and I think that thoughtless youth nearly scared her to death. Look at the way she is bawling."
The former mailman was bawling much louder, after hearing that he was now female. He had already begun envisioning all the things he would do with his new found youth, but playing with dollies hadn't been one of them. He had always considered women inferior, and now he was one of them.
Rick reassured the nanny that her charge would be allright. He knelt over the fallen skater's body as if to examine him. Rick slipped the ring off his finger and on to his own. He turned to the nanny, and said, "The boy will be fine, but could you call the paramedics, I think that I am having a stroke...oooooh!" Rick hammed it up clutching his head before wishing he was the skater punk again.
The baby's perspective shifted again. She was no longer laying on the ground, she was falling toward it again.
"Ooof!" gasped Rick in the skater punk's body as the mailman's form fell on top of him knocking his wind out.
The nanny whipped out her cellphone, and dialed 911.
Carefully, Rick slipped the ring off the mailman's finger and slipped it into his pocket. The last thing wanted to do was to end up as a little old lady. He started to push the mailman's body off of him, but the old woman stopped him.
"Don't move! That man should remain where he is until the paramedics get here!" she ordered. Rick obeyed because the sirens were drawing closer. He remembered there was a fire station on the corner up the street.
"What happened here, ma'am?" asked the burly young fireman.
"Well, that boy ran into me and scared the life out of my charge."
"You, the baby or the boy injured?"
"No, but the mailman who came over to check on us said he was having a stroke."
"Right!" the fireman said opening his first aid kit. He leaned over the prostrate youth and mailman.
"Can you get him off me, please? He just wet himself!" Rick said in an exasperated voice.
"Keep calm, kid," said the muscular fireman.
"You know, I always wanted to be a fireman when I was growing up," Rck said, as he slipped his hand into his pocket in search of the ring.
Rick eyed the gold ring on the fireman's left hand, "So are you married?"
"Yep, just got married this weekend in Cambridge, MA. Short honeymoon, and back to work."
"Does your wife--" Rick started, but the fireman's older partner interupted.
"Dan, called the hospital they're prepped."
"Thanks, Roger, this guy's vitals seem good, but he can't speak, and seems to have lost motor functions. I'm getting the same responses, I'd expect from that baby. Poor guy!"
Rick watched them load the mailman's body into ambulance, and once Dan was seated in the front seat of the fire truck, Rick made his wish.
The engine roared to a start. Rick turned to look at Roger who was driving.
Roger said, "I can't believe you and Steve really tied the knot this weekend."
STEVE! Dan is gay, oh great move, Ricky! Sheesh, I hope at least he's the top. Mentally, Rick kicked himself. He glanced in the rear view side mirror. The skater punk was standing with a dazed look waving goodbye.