A kid is staring back at you from the rear view mirror. Smooth faced, blue eyed, golden blond hair carefully styled-- is that reflection you?!?
Looking down, you see black, expensive looking jeans, fancy sneakers, a narrow waist, a new looking polo shirt...
You look back in the mirror and feel your face. The reflection does the same. Smooth, whisker-less skin... How old are you?! WHO are you!?!
You feel the lump of a wallet pressing into your backside and pull it out. Flipping through it, you finally locate a driver's license. Looking at the license you find yourself momentarily confused-- until you recall that for under twenty one drivers, the license is printed sideways. Turning it, you see that your body's birthday is... today. Today is ... your... sixteenth birthday.
'Man that picture looks young!' you think, wondering if you are just that out of touch, or this new you is a late bloomer... you're not certain that you can sense any pubic hair down there...
You look back to the license, and see that the listed name is "Jordan K. Lawton III."
You look back in the rear view mirror and see that you, or old body, to be more precise, is now sitting on the parking lot and a guy (who looks to be in his early twenties) is turning away from a gorgeous woman who he appears to have been kissing and looking in shock at your original body...
A large, blue SUV appears behind you and its driver starts laying on its horn. It would seem he doesn't think you have left enough room for his huge machine to exit the parking lot. (Never mind you are pulled all the way to the curb.)
"O.K., O.K., I'm moving!" you turn and shout. (Your voice sounds high, like it hasn't changed yet.) He probably can't hear you, but, with the sport car's top down, he sees you turn, and sees you putting the car back in gear.
You pull out in traffic, and realize you have to decide where you are going...