“Ohmigod... like where am I... who are you... and WHAT happened to my body!” shrieked the girl with her head on Bill's body.
“Calm down, calm down,” said Bill's Mom. “I think I might have an idea of what's going on here.”
She looked suspiciously at the dull, green rock still held in her hand.
“First things first, though,” continued Bill's Mom. “Who are?”
“My name is Audrey VanGelder,” said the girl. “I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for school this morning and... well, then suddenly I was here! What's happening? Who's yucky, male body is this?”
“You have the body of my son, Bill,” replied Mom coolly. “And I don't know everything that's going on here... but I strongly suspect this funny-looking emerald here is somehow responsible for everything.”
“What am I going to do?” sobbed Audrey. “I don't want my head on the body of your son! I don't want to be a boy!”
“Calm down,” said Mom. “I have a plan...”