Room 423, Saturday morning

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam woke up to the sound of the world's dorkiest ring tone. She groped around for her hammer to smash it with, but it wasn't in reach, so she finally gave in and answered the damn phone.

"H'lo?"

"Fredward!" said the voice on the other end. "You're not just waking up, are you?"

Sam blinked. "Mrs. Benson? Freddie's not here right now."

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Meanwhile, Freddie had had somewhat of a freakout waking up thinking he'd been turned into a girl again. And then he realized it was a different girl, and once he realized what girl that was he'd hurried into a pair of pants (while trying not to freak out even more when he'd opened the wrong drawer and was suddenly staring at his girlfriend's underthings) and out of the dorm room.

When he got to his own room, he knocked on the door hurriedly. "Sam? Saam?"

Oh sweet chiz, what was up with his voice?

[hurtingzeebo]

Wonder of wonders, Sam actually got up and went to the door at that. "I'm going to call you back, Mrs. -- Mom," she said into the phone, then hung up while Mrs. Benson was still sputtering. She threw open the door and looked over . . . herself.

"You! Gimme back my body!"

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"You give mine back!" Freddie said.

Then his eyes bugged. "Wait, you talked to my mom?"

He was so dead. So, so dead. On so many levels.

[hurtingzeebo]

"It's not my fault! She called!" Sam shook the PearPhone at Freddie. It was already ringing again. "If you had a hammer in here, this wouldn't be a problem."