As Mark stood there contemplating the various buttons on the strange device, his mom, a thin, dark haired woman in her mid-thirties wearing professional business attire, came into the bedroom.
“Mark Kremzer!” she snapped in a stern, no-nonsense voice. “I told you to get ready for school. Now hurry up. And I do mean NOW, Mister. I will not be late for work again because you and your sisters can't get ready on time!”
Just as mom turned around to leave the room, Mark smiled mischievously and pushed a button on the device.
Mark pointed the device at his Mom and pushed the “Body Swap” button.
Nothing happened.
“I probably have to do it again to somebody else,” Mark thought to himself. “After all, one target couldn't exactly swap with itself.”
Mark pointed the device back at himself and pushed the “Body Swap” button again.
And suddenly he found himself halfway down the hall... and looking at hands with long slender fingers with dark red nail polish on them. Mark quickly inspected himself: he was wearing his mom's business suit – dark purple blazer, white silk blouse, matching dark purple skirt with matching high-heeled pumps. On top of that, he was wearing pantyhose!... he, Mark Kremzer, was wearing pantyhose.
For some reason that thought alone struck him as humorous and he inadvertently let loose a small giggle with his mother's voice.
“What's so funny, Mom?” came a familiar voice from his bedroom.
Mom must actually think she's me now, thought Mark. This crazy little machine from the future really works!
Mark spun around a bit awkwardly, teetering on the high heels, and slowly walked back into his old bedroom.
“Say... uh... Mark?” he hesitantly said, seeing that Mom (in his old male body) still had the slender remote control. “What is that in your hand?”
“This?” replied Mom. “I have no idea. Just found it here.”
“I... uh... think it may be mine,” Mark said. “Give it here, please.”
“Anything you say, Mom,” answered his old body, handing back the remote. “I'm ready to go now.”