It happened without warning and without any explanation. A sudden flash of light, and Lenny was no longer in his own living room, but inside of one with a remarkably similar layout. And, for that matter, he was no longer inside his own body either; he was inside the body of a woman! A quick look in the mirror and he found that he was actually in the body of the woman who lived downstairs from him. He had seen her in the hall, but he never actually talked to him. Looking down, he decided this was the absolute worst way to break the ice, but what choice did he have. He went up to his own apartment, knocked on the door, and waited. Quite oddly, no one answered. She must’ve been home; after all, he had been home when they swapped. Why wasn’t she answering? He simply gave up and headed downstairs. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If she couldn’t bring herself to do the most basic thing of answering the door, then maybe that just gave him permission to do anything he wanted..