Pulling into the driveway, I parked behind the cars that were there. I was a few minutes early, so I pulled out my phone and checked my emails before going on. There wasn't anything important.

I have been tutoring Adalina for several weeks now in math. She was attending her last year at middle school, eighth grade. I exited my car and walked around to the back to take my bag of supplies, which contained pencils, calculators, papers, and miscellaneous tools I needed for tutoring, and the textbook that was required for her class.

I was wearing a blue button-down shirt with tan slacks, and black shoes and socks. I could have come in jeans and a T-shirt, but I believed that looking professional was important. After all, I was a teacher and should look properly dressed.

Carrying my book and supplies, I walked up to the front door and knocked. I could have pressed the Ring Doorbell, but I wouldn't use it unless there wasn't any answer.

The door opened. Adalina had opened it. She was wearing an oversized purple T-shirt. The shirt proclaimed, "This is my only PURPLE shirt." in scripted letters across the chest. The shirt descended to her thighs, making it seem sort of like a shirtdress. She wore it with black leggings and purple socks. She didn't wear any shoes.

"Hello."

"Ready to learn?"

"Sure, why not."

I followed her into her home and we took our usual seats at the counter. She took the rightmost seat and I was to the left of her.

"What have you learned this week?"

"I don't know. You take a polynomial and you break it apart."

I knew what we had done before, so I knew what she must be talking about. "Factoring?"

"Yeah, that's it. We're having a test tomorrow."

"OK, let's go."

I got out the book and we went over some problems. I showed her the procedure. She was having trouble. I patiently showed her the various techniques on had to factor various types of polynomials. She wasn't getting it.

During the lesson, Adalina's phone rang.

"One second I have to get this, it's my friend Sherry. It'll only take a second."

I looked at her with a bit of annoyance.

"Yeah, I'm going through with it...That's right. You'll see it tomorrow....Bye."

I only heard one part of the conversation.

After the phone call the lessons resumed.

"I have an idea," she said.

"What," I asked.

"You take the test for me." Then I was blinded by a bright flash. The next thing I saw was my body sitting next to me, wearing the same oversized shirt that Adalina had been wearing.

"What did you do?" I said. My voice didn't sound like my own. It sounded much higher pitched.

"I swapped us. Now, you can take my test for me."

"I will not!"

"What are you going to do? You have my body now. I swapped us."

"I looked down at myself. I was swimming in my clothes. My shirt cuffs were extended past my wrists and halfway down my hands. I pushed them back to see my hands, they looked much smaller and smoother than they had been.

"This can't be," I said rhetorically.

"We have to hurry, mom will be home soon."

"I'll tell your mom," I said hopefully

"If you ever want to be yourself again, you will do what I say!" There was a menace in her voice. Technically it was my voice.

"What's that?"

"We are going to swap our clothes. Then no one will know anything is wrong.. Tomorrow you'll go to school like me, and take my test. We'll swap back tomorrow after school."

"I'm not going to help you."

"You have no choice."

"I'll tell your mother."

"That won't work. She won't believe you. She didn't believe the babysitter either."

"You did this before?"

Adalina nodded with a droll smile on my former face. I didn't know I could look so cruel.

"Let's get changed!" Adalina demanded.

"Where?"

"My room."

She walked to the stairs. I followed her. My smaller feet had a hard time staying in my large shoes. I had to hold my pants up with my hand. Adalina's oversized and stretchy clothes didn't have any problem with her new larger body. Realizing the futility of keeping my shoes on my feet, I stepped out of them and then held them with one hand, while my other hand kept my pants from falling down my legs. Not that my pants weren't still too long for my shorter legs.

I had never been to this part of the house. As a tutor, I limited myself to only the foyer and the kitchen where I worked with my students. I didn't want to see the upstairs or any of the bedrooms. I didn't want to even use the bathroom of any of my student's houses. I could wait an hour and relieve myself after.

I entered the girl's bedroom. It was painted coral and had ivory accents. There were two windows in the room, one opposite the door and adjacent to the full-size bed and one over a desk to the right of the entrance. There was a comfy chair in the corner and another chair in front of the desk. The bed was made and all the clothes were put away. Posters and paintings on the wall added a soft homey touch.

"Now what?"