Right. It's April first.
Buffy told me about this, last year.
So, of course I'm somebody else. I'm not going to panic or anything. Nope. Not even a little.
Breathe.
BUFFY!
Ok, I don't need Buffy to figure this out. I may not be a Slayer, but I think I'm smart enough to figure this out on my own.
So I'll start by looking around. I'm on a sofa, and there's loud music playing. There're cases of... beer stacked all over. And sheets on the couch. Great, I'm in a loser.
Um, short hair, a little heavier than I am... and ooh! I'm a boy. Kinda schlumpy dresser...
Hey, there's a mirror over...
O-kay. How'd I get over here this fast? Do I have superpowers? Can I move through time and space?
Hah. Buffy can't do that.
And oh, am I hot. In a girly kind of way, but still...
I should find Buffy, try to get my body back. And sit in my room again, while Buffy goes out to nightclubs and has fun.
Ooh, look, a door. Door plus music equals fun. Buffy equals stuck in room again.
Buffy'll be ok by herself for a while.