Kyle decided on who to swap with, aimed the device, and hit the button. He felt reality shift and his hair and clothes change as he ended up in a different location. He was now standing deeper in the park. He was surrounded by a bunch of different football players talking about drinking. Kyle was about to say something to fit in when h saw the player he had wanted to swap with.
Suddenly, his hair fell in front of his eyes. His brown hair had grown past his shoulders and had become extremely curly. He saw that his nails were painted, and upon looking down, he realized he was wearing a cheerleader's uniform that perfectly fit his college guy body. He internally groaned as he realized the mistake he had made.
Looking back, he saw a red headed high school girl with his haircut and clothes get into his own car and drive away. "Great, just great." Kyle thought. "Now I'm stuck with the whole world treating me as a teenaged girl."
Suddenly they could hear a school bell go off in the distance. All the players and cheerleaders got up and started to make way for the school. Kyle wanted to look for another life to swap into, but his body was almost forcing him to go to school. As he was standing there, trying to resist this life's habits. another cheerleader came up to Kyle.
"Come on Barb. Like, I don't want to go either, but like, we gotta ya know?" The blond said while obnoxiously chewing gum.
Kyle wanted to brush her off but he found himself saying something else. "Like, one second Trixie." Kyle said. His voice was stretched to it's limit trying to sound higher pitched, while his tone was very valley girl. He had no idea how he knew the girl's name.
Kyle decided not to fight the urges and followed Trixie to school. He walked in, unsure of where to go, but as if on instinct, he walked into some math classroom just as everyone was sitting down. He sat in the back and everyone had their own desk as the teacher started the lecture.
With no eyes on him, he felt like he could resist the urges more. He figured he'd be fully able to do what he wanted if he was alone. Kyle had to figure out what he wanted to do next.