Mixer (Part 1)

One minute Greg had been chugging beers at a frat party and the next he found himself applying lipstick in the bathroom of a wine mixer, looking into a mirror and seeing a face that was not his own. He could taste the lipstick, which was no worse than foul cheap beer he had just been drinking. And it didn’t take him wrong to recognize the face.

She had taught at the high school he had graduated from not all that long ago. What was her name? Miss Wu? Miss Wong? Something like that. He had never had her, but some of his friends did. She was a young teacher and considered a bit of a pushover. Despite being young, she was still older than Greg had been. He guessed he was now about ten years older, and -- of course -- now a woman. But it didn’t make any sense. Why did he suddenly swap bodies with one of the teachers at his former high school?