Tiffany smiled as she entered the room. It is the bedroom of the elderly man, a man in his late seventies, filled with the warmth of a lifetime's worth of memories. The walls are painted a soft, pale yellow, a color chosen to brighten the room, which receives limited natural light through a single window dressed in simple, cream-colored curtains. The bed, a queen-sized affair with a quilted coverlet, sits against one wall. The quilt is handmade, its patches of faded fabric telling a story of comfort and care, each piece a reminder of years gone by.

Above the bed hangs a large, framed photograph of his late wife, a beautiful woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. Her picture is the centerpiece of the room, surrounded by smaller frames that hold snapshots of their life together: their wedding day, family vacations, the births of their children, and countless candid moments. Each photograph is carefully arranged, a timeline of love and family that stretches across the years.

On the bedside table, there's a small, worn Bible, its pages well-thumbed, and a pair of reading glasses perched on top. Next to it, a clock ticks softly, its rhythmic sound a comforting presence in the quiet room. A small lamp with a floral-patterned shade provides a warm glow in the evenings, perfect for the man's nightly ritual of reading before bed.

Opposite the bed stands a sturdy, oak dresser, its surface cluttered with mementos from the man's past. Among them is a neatly folded American flag, a tribute to his military service, encased in a glass display box. Next to it, a collection of medals and ribbons lie in another frame, their colors still vibrant despite the years. A well-polished brass compass, once a trusted companion during his time in the service, is placed beside them, its needle still pointing true. A black-and-white photograph of the man in his younger years, dressed in his military uniform, stands proudly in the center of these items, a testament to his courage and dedication.

On a small shelf by the window, various knickknacks and souvenirs from his travels are arranged. A carved wooden elephant from a trip to Africa, a delicate porcelain teacup from a visit to England, and a tiny Eiffel Tower from Paris are just a few of the objects that speak of a life well-lived and adventures undertaken with enthusiasm. Each item has a story, a memory attached to it that the man treasures.

But sleeping on the bed is not an elderly man at all. The person lying in the center of the queen-size bed is a sexy woman wearing blue-striped pajamas of an old man. The 27-year-old woman, has large firm breasts, a wonderful figure, long legs, and a pretty face, even though she isn't wearing a hint of makeup.

Jennifer had been the latest trophy wife of Tiffany's ex-husband, Aaron. But Tiffany put an end to that, by swapping Jennifer's life with Aaron's father, Frank. Jennifer would live out the rest of her life as an old man in a retirement home. Tiffany made sure of that by obtaining a job at the same home that Frank had been living in until she could arrange the life swap.

"Jennifer, it's time to get up," Tiffany called. "nap time is over."

Jennifer opened her eyes. She saw Tiffany and grinned. Tiffany was one of Jennifer's favorite aids at the retirement home.

"What time is it?" Jennifer asked.

"It's eleven-thirty. A magician is performing at noon in the common room, then lunch at 1:30, and you have physical therapy after that. You have to get dressed."

"Why can't I just wear my pajamas?"

"Don't be silly. Do you need me to help you?"

"No, I'm not that old. I can still dress myself," Jennifer said indignately.