Tom sat on bed and bawled her eyes out. He was now a 'she' and likely stuck in this body for the rest of 'her' life. And she couldn't blame anybody but herself. Sure the real Sally had not even tried to swap back but it was Tom with 'her' impatience that had caused the mirror to topple. How was 'she' going to face her friends? How was 'she' going to face anybody? Was 'her' life even worth living?
There was a knock on the door. Tom had the presence of mind to say "Go away!". Annoyed that she now even sounded like Sally.
The reply was her own voice, that of a teenage male "Let me in. Everyone else has gone downstairs. We have to be ready to go ourselves in a couple of minutes. We need to talk"
"I suppose" Tom muttered. 'She' had nothing more to lose.
The door opened and Tom's former body entered. "You have really done it now! What were you thinking? How are we going to swap back?" Despite the words Tom's old voice didn't sound angry. The smile on 'his' face gave away that Sally wasn't really upset.
"You got what you wanted. Don't gloat"
"Best thing is that you did it to yourself. Enjoy your new life 'Sally'. By the way you look really pretty in that dress"
Tom's response was to bury her head in the pillow to stifle her screams of frustration.
"We need to keep this a secret" The former Sally said quietly. "Otherwise we will end up in the lunatic asylum. No one would ever believe that we actually swapped bodies. We will just have to make the most of our new lives. I've heard that Dad's new boss has a son 'My' age. I might be able to make a friend on day one of my new life"
"Good for you" Tom managed to reply between sniffles.
Just then they heard their mother call out. 'Time to go kids. Sally! Tom! Get down hear at once"
"Put these on" said Sally handing Tom a pair of white sandals. "They are not my style but they go with the dress you have on. I'd hurry if I was you or else you might find yourself grounded for a month"
Sally then left the room and called out "We are coming"
Tom thought 'she' had no choice but to put on the sandals - at least they didn't have heels. Tracy and Sally were correct. Mom was really mad. Sally's jibe about being grounded was actually quite likely. The sandals, unsurprisingly were a perfect fit and were easy enough to buckle up. Reluctantly Tom left Sally's bedroom and made her way down the stairs.