Jake and Owen couldn’t have been more different.
Jake was a senior and the face of Elmsworth High—football captain, loud laugh, girls on his arm, and college scouts on the line. Owen, a soft-spoken junior in the drama club, was more likely to be found sketching in the back row than shouting in the bleachers. The only thing they really had in common was that they both ended up at the town’s Easter festival that afternoon.
They didn’t talk—not really. Just a passing glance at the craft booth and a polite nod when Jake picked up a strange egg a kid had dropped. It was purple, with glowing gold swirls that shimmered oddly in the sunlight.
Jake turned it over. “Looks kind of sick,” he said to no one in particular. “Might keep this.”
Owen, standing nearby, tilted his head curiously but said nothing.
And that was it. They went their separate ways.
That night, alone in his room, Jake finally took a closer look at the egg. It didn’t rattle like the others had. No candy inside. Still, something about it felt cool. Without thinking much of it, he cracked it open.
In his own room across town, Owen did the same. He’d picked up a matching egg from the ground, assuming it was a leftover part of the event. It looked the same—purple with gold swirls. Too interesting to leave behind.
Both halves popped open at the same time.
Purple mist burst out of both eggs, swirling across their rooms, filling the air with an almost electric hum. Each boy gasped as the magic hit them, drawing them into a vortex of shimmering light.
When the light faded… everything had changed.
Jake sat up in bed, suddenly shorter, leaner, and completely unfamiliar with the soft fabric of pajama pants that didn’t belong to him. His fingers were thinner. His voice, when he gasped, was higher. He scrambled to the mirror—and nearly fell over.
Owen’s wide eyes stared back.
Meanwhile, Owen stood frozen in front of his own mirror, his chest heaving as he stared at Jake’s tall, athletic frame. He ran a hand through Jake’s messy hair and blinked hard.
This wasn’t a prank.
They had swapped bodies and lives.
No one else noticed. Texts from friends addressed Owen as “Jake,” congratulating him on his “killer throw at practice.” Meanwhile, Jake’s phone was full of reminders about auditions and rehearsal schedules.
The magic hadn’t just swapped their bodies.
It had rewritten their lives.
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