From football practice to pilates

 “Hey, D, over here!” Marcus beckoned from the car window, getting the attention of his friend as he walked out of the lecture hall.

Derrick looked around for the source of the noise, his eyes widening as they settled on the white woman calling him over with the nickname only his best friend used instead of his full name.

“You gotta be joking, i dint think you were serious! how long has it been like this? You’ve been terrible at football practice and acting weird the past few weeks at school but i just figured you were freaked out about final exams, not… this! Who is she.. you.. whatever I’m supposed to call you!”

Marcus sighed, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind his ear in a habit that was starting to feel more and more natural the longer he did it.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you over the phone before you thought it was a prank call and hung up on me! It’s this white lady who lives in some house down the street from me! Remember that electrical storm a few weeks back when the power went out? I don’t know how it happened, but we were both in the wrong place at the wrong time or something and it switched our bodies - One second I’m taking a shower after practice, the next I’m three houses over in her body taking a damn bubble bath!”

“Shit, man. What did you do?”

“Bro, this is so fucked. You know how you’ve seen me going to class and practice the past couple weeks? It’s been her in my body!  We got together to try and find a way to switch back the first night, but when that didn’t work, we figured it’d be best to lay low and act like each other until we came up with a plan. I mean, it wasn’t like I could show up to practice with her 120 pound ass anyways. Well, she made me promise to keep up her whole routine in her body so nobody one would notice something was off - I’ve been living this white girl’s life for like three weeks now while we try to find a way to swap back! I went to Pilates yesterday! I’m meeting up with some of her white girl friends in a couple hours for brunch so we can all complain about how our boyfriends treat us or whatever the hell it is white women do there!”

Derrick took the information in, his usual smile disappearing from his face as he tried to come up with a response.

“Damn, no wonder you’ve been avoiding talking to me. Here I thought you were mad about something, and it turns out it’s just a white girl trying to act like she’s you! What’s her name even? What’s up with the clothes?”

“Man, don’t even ask. Unless i get this fixed I’m gonna have to start going by “Elena Andersen”. And as far as the clothes, believe it or not, this was the less revealing choice compared to some of the other stuff in her closet. You should see the other options i was choosing between, girl practically lives in either sports bras and lululemon or sundresses!”

Derrick cracked a smile.

“….I think I’d like to see that, actually”