I looked in the mirror, and the first thing that I though was that I looked ridiculous. My hair--well, his hair-- was bald everywhere except for the sides. His nose was a little too large for his face, and his stomach was two large to see his feet. The coat I was wearing was too tight, and if I breathed in any deeper, the thing would rip at the seams.

"You'd think that if you could come up with a mind-switching device, you'd be able to grow some hair," I said, glaring over at him. I was surprised by the deepness of my voice.

It was weird seeing me in person. I was a lot shorter than I thought I was, and..."does my hair always look like that?" I reached out to touch it, whereupon he smacked my--his--hand.

"Hey, it's my hair" I complained. "Yeah, and this is my conference" he pointed about, rubbing the hand he smacked me with. He must've forgotten that he was a lot fragile now I that he was a teenager. "So you have to do exactly what I say. Walk in, sign your name, sit down in the spot that has my name, and don't say a word to anyone until you hear me in your ear." He had given me an ear-plug device that he could talk into.

"Okay, but you better not touch any of my stuff."

There I was, entering the conference, and I was amazed at the number of people there. There was a table of brownies to my right, so I grabbed one on the way to my seat. "Mmm pecan," I said after taking a bite. "What?" Mr. Sampson said in my ear, a little panicked. "This brownie, it has pecan in it. I love--" "No!" He interrupted. "I'm allergic to pecan! Oh God, this isn't good."

"Oh," I said awkwardly. "Well I only took a little bite." That was a lie, I took a big bite.

It was only a little bit into the conference when my throat started to swell, and my skin itched horribly. I'd never had an allergic reaction before but I'm guessing this was it.

I couldn't breathe anymore. I began to panic, looking to the person beside me. "Sampson?" The girl asked, and I fell to the ground.