Michael got up with a yawn as he looked over at the window that let the sunlight in. He wasn’t still used to the room he was in as he looked at the band posters with distaste.

Getting up from the bed, he yawned again before itching his back.

He went straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He could at least do that, and then he would go straight to Lisa so she’d help him with the bath.

“Dad!” Michael jumped slightly as he heard his own voice coming from the hallway before it got closer.

“Dad!” Andrea was in the bathroom doorway in only a matter of seconds as Michael looked back to stare at his own body. “What is it?”

He had only put some toothpaste on his brush before Andrea had come to him.

“That tattoo only has one part left now!”

Michael frowned before he raised up his shirt to show his back to Andrea. “Is it the same for me?”

Andrea looked at her own back before she saw how the snowflake only had one part remaining.

“Yeah, there’s only one left.”

Michael smiled before frowned again. “But what does this mean anyway?”

Andrea rolled her eyes as she looked at her own self. “I thought your witch contacted you again.”

Michael shook his head with a sigh.

“She didn’t call again. So, I don’t know what this thing even means.”

“I’m pretty sure that witch just wanted to play around with us.” Michael rolled his eyes as Andrea frowned. “I’m serious, she didn’t call even when she said she’d call after she finds out what this shitty thing means.”

“Maybe she didn’t find out about its meaning.”

Andrea shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. But I don’t believe her anyway.”

“Just go wake your sister up. She has to bathe me.” Andrea groaned as Michael smirked. “Do you have to let her bathe you? You’re a grown-ass man.”

“Hey, hey, I’m just a girl. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Andrea rolled her eyes as she nodded her head disbelievingly.

“You all just really hate me.” Michael laughed as Andrea left the bathroom to go do what her father had told her to do.

Michael looked at himself in the mirror and sighed as he saw his daughter’s reflection staring back at him. He had faith in whoever was listening and believed in the possibility of everything going back to how it was.

But even though he hoped, there was also the voice of Merida circling in his head. Well, more precisely her words.

“You both might never go back to how things were, and stay trapped in each other’s bodies.”

What if she was right?

“Dad! Dad!” Michael groaned as he heard his own voice again before he walked out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still in his hands. He had yet to brush his teeth.

“What is it now?” Michael asked as he saw the worried look on his own aging face. “Lisa’s gone.”

Andrea held out a piece of paper that had only a few words on them as Michael read them with a frown.

I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.

“We have to find her before she does something stupid.” Michael spoked up as he placed the toothbrush in his hands on the nearby desk before he went to go get something appropriate to wear from the closet.

Andrea nodded her head before she remembered something. “I couldn’t find the snow-globe in her room either.” Michael’s hands halted as he looked back at himself. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know how we agreed to keep the snow-globe on Lisa’s study-table right?” Michael nodded his head as Andrea sighed. “It’s not there anymore.”

Michael ran a hand through the hair on his head as he frowned. “Where did she go with that now?”

“I’m scared, dad.”

Michael looked over at his form as he looked at how disheveled he actually looked.

“It’ll be okay.” Michael’s words were meaningless since he didn’t even know anything anymore.

Would things even get better now?

………………………………………………

“Thank you.” Andrea smiled at the receptionist before she exited the school building with a sigh. Michael was still in the car as Andrea went straight to it with quick steps.

“She’s not here either.” Michael sighed before he started the car up again.

“Should we go check the park again?” Andrea proposed as Michael drove out of the driveway of Lisa’s school.

They had looked almost everywhere. They had searched around their neighborhood; went to the park they frequented and then came to check her school. These were the only places she went to.

“It’s been six hours now.” Michael sighed as he drove with no destination in his mind. “We haven’t found her anywhere.”

Andrea felt tears prick her eyes as she looked at her side to her small frame. “What do we do?”

Michael sighed as he parked the car at the side of the road before he shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Andrea frowned as Michael wiped at his eyes. “I hate how sentimental I get because of your body.”

“As if your body’s so tough. I don’t even want to cry and your body just makes up the tears.”

Michael and Andrea just sat in the car hopelessly since they both had no idea what to do anymore. “I wish mom was here.”

Michael looked to his side before he sighed. “I know. Your mother might really know what to do.”

“Maybe, Lisa also felt helpless.” Andrea wiped at her eyes before her eyes widened, the same time Michael’s eyes widened in realization.

“I know where she could be!” They both exclaimed together before Michael started up the car again and drove to one place they had failed to search.

The cemetery.

…………………………………………………….

“This is what dad bought me for my birthday.” Lisa sniffed as she showed the grave in front of her the broken snow-globe in her hands. “It’s a little broken but that’s my fault.”

There wasn’t much activity in the cemetery as usual as Lisa sat in front of Ms. Amelia Hanning’s grave with a heavy heart.

She blamed herself for all that was happening with her sister and father.

“You see, I wished something stupid and then dad and Andrea exchanged bodies. Now Andrea’s all miserable, I saw her crying to herself last night.”

Lisa’s tears streamed down her face as she sniffed again. “Dad doesn’t really say anything but I know he hates being a girl.” She laughed as she remembered how he made her help him wear a bra.

“I’m just so sorry for making them so unhappy, I just wanted them to get along.”

There wasn’t much for Lisa to do then to cry silently as she tried to hear anything from the other side. It felt lonely talking to herself. “I wish you could talk to me, mom.”

She played with the broken snow-globe in her hands as she looked up at the sky and how the sun had risen higher. She was reminded how long it had been since she had been there in front of her mother’s grave.

“Dad and Andrea might probably be worried about me.” She stated the obvious as she sighed to herself.

She had been talking to herself for a long time now but the cemetery keeper didn’t disturb her as he watched from afar while raking the fallen leaves from the trees.

Michael and Andrea, on the other side, had just gotten to the cemetery and had parked the car oddly just outside the cemetery’s gate.

Getting out of the car, the two practically ran to the place they were closely familiar with. It was a place they couldn’t forget even if they wanted to.

Just beneath the shade of a large yew tree; the grave of Amelia Hanning, wife and mother of two.

A relieved smile came over both of their faces as they saw the small frame of Lisa, sitting right in front of Amelia Hanning’s grave.

“Lisa!” Lisa jolted in surprise as she turned around to see her sister and father run up to her. It was Michael that had tried to pick the girl up in his fragile arms before he gave up and just hugged her close to his feminine body. Andrea was shedding tears as she hugged the two at the same time.

“How dare you run away from home, young lady.” Andrea rolled her eyes as she pulled the two smaller bodies into her own. “This is the only time I’ll compliment your huge-ass body.”

Michael laughed before he smiled.

His eyes looked at the grave stone as he pulled away from the embrace to look down at his youngest daughter.

“Why did you run away like that?” Lisa sniffed a little before she wiped at her eyes. “Because its my fault you both are like this.”

Michael and Andrea glanced at each other as Lisa continued, “I heard Andrea crying last night in her room. She was talking to mom.”

Andrea blushed as Michael looked at his tall frame. “That was just because I didn’t have a good day.” Lisa shook her head before she looked down at her hands.

“I know you both hate how things are right now. I know you dislike being in each other’s bodies.”

Michael let out a loud laugh as Andrea also tried to muffle her own laughter.

“Well, that’s obvious. I don’t like being a big old man.” Michael glared at himself as Andrea smirked. “And I know he doesn’t like being a teenage girl filled with angst.”

Michael agreed as he nodded his head, while Lisa listened to her father’s voice even when Andrea was the one talking.

“But that doesn’t mean we hate how things are right now.”

Michael patted his own back as he nodded his head.

“But because of my stupid wish, everything changed. You got fired, and you lost your chance with Olivia.” Lisa pointed at Michael before she pointed at Andrea, who frowned with a shake of her head.

“I don’t think I did lose my chance. I still have a promise I have to keep.” Lisa frowned as Andrea smiled. “Nothing is truly lost until the very end, baby sister.”

“Besides, we got to see things a little better by being each other.” Michael ruffled up his younger daughter’s hair, who frowned as she looked up at her sister and father.

And at how they looked so different from before.

“We learned more about each other in these few weeks than we ever did in all those years.” Michael spoke up which made Andrea frown.

“What’s my favorite color?” Michael frowned as he looked up at his tall frame. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Lisa giggled as Andrea shook her head with a straight face. She folded her muscular arms in front of her chest as she looked at her own self with a serious look.

“What’s my favorite color?”

Michael scratched his head before he smiled nervously, “I’m gonna go with blue.”

Andrea squinted her eyes at her self before nodding her head. “Okay, we did learn a lot about each other.”

“Do you know mine though?” Andrea ignored Michael as she continued to speak. “You don’t have to blame yourself for this. You should instead be proud of how you brought us closer to each other. I was ready to disown him as a father before.”

Michael frowned as Lisa giggled again. “I feel bullied now.”

“Oh shush.” Lisa and Andrea laughed as Michael pouted slightly.

They stood talking to each other in front of Amelia’s grave as the snowflake from Michael and Andrea’s bodies disappeared completely.

“What the hell?” Andrea spoke up as she held out her hand out to feel if what she saw was really happening. Michael frowned at the sky as he saw how blue the sky was, but it was weird how it was snowing.

Lisa looked at the two confused, as the two looked at the ground and then at the sky.

“It’s snowing.” Andrea stated as she held the white flakes in her hand before they melted. Michael nodded as he did the same.

Both of them failing to notice how their hands were their own now.

“This is fucking dope.” Andrea smiled as she kept her palm open for the snowflakes to fall on.

“Andrea, you’re back?” Andrea looked at Lisa with confusion as the younger one stared at her with wide eyes.

“Back where?” Michael asked before he noticed how his voice was his own. He looked down at himself before an overjoyed laugh escaped his lips.

“I’m me again!”

“And I’m me!” Andrea exclaimed as well as both of them held each other’s arms.

“And it’s snowing!”

It took a while for them to realize what was happening before, they looked straight towards the place on the ground where the snow-globe was.

Andrea gasped as she looked at how the snow-globe was fixed now.

Lisa and Michael looked at the globe with dumb-founded faces as well as they didn’t believe what they were seeing anymore.

And it was still snowing.

“Those three are a weird bunch of people, aren’t they?” The cemetery keeper spoke to himself but got a reply out of nowhere.

“Oh yeah, one of them still thinks I’m a witch.”

The man frowned as he looked at the old woman beside him, looking at the little family of three.

“And who are you?”

Merida smirked before she turned to the man.

“Just an old woman that makes miracle-working snow-globes. Would you like one?”