Switched

Part 1

     Once upon a time there was a smol bean. He was called a cinnamon roll by all those who knew him. One day the cinnamon roll became very sick. He even had to go to the hospital. Surrounded by his family and friends, the cinnamon roll died. But this was not the end because the cinnamon rolls sister had ingested some of his body (because she was a weirdo cannibal) as he died causing him to take over her mind and successively forcing her into his dying body trapping her there as he died.

     Once he was successfully declared deceased the cinnamon roll left the hospital in a hurry on his way to his apartment. Since he now occupied his sister's body, he was wondering if his cinnamon roll dog would still recognize him. He was greeted by a very excited doggo upon entering the apartment. But here's the real test, he thought, something he's only done for me before is the only way I can see if my dog actually recognizes me.

     The cinnamon sister thought of all the things the dog would only do around him. The one that came to mind first was him making a hand gun and the dog playing dead. So in the pursuit of science the cinnamon sister made a hand gun and the dog rolled over onto his back and stuck out his tongue. He then ran back up to the cinnamon sister in hopes of receiving a treat.

     The cinnamon sister concluded that dogs can somehow see past the outer appearance when judging others. They are quite good at judging character. If my dog is the only one that recognizes me then I must have had an unimportant existence on this earth. But the cinnamon sister brushed this thought aside as a new thought took its place.

     He began to realize that all the signs of forced entry in his house he had been seeing for weeks weren't a figment of his imagination, they were actually signs his sister had been breaking into his house to play with his dog and slowly cannibalize him. This explanation made sense because it explained the reason that they switched bodies but also the fact that his sister may have planned this. But why? Is there anyone else in on this? It's not like I could go back to my old body if they knew how.

     That's it! He excitedly shouted aloud. Oh, woops. I could go find a witch who also practices necromancy.

     In pursuit of his new goal, the cinnamon sister loaded up the car with his dog and other supplies needed to survive for a while. After buckling in his dog and cranking up the car, he looked for a witch to travel to. He searched far and wide looking in every homeless shelter on his side of town until finally he got a lead. An old man who looked terribly untrustworthy told him to go west until he finds the sea then go east until he finds the sea, then finally go west until he finds the sea. Only then will he find the witch who can tell him how to bring his body back from the dead and switch souls with it.

     After heading all the way to the west he found himself on the coast of California on a beach called "Pebble Beach." Could this name be a clue, or could it be a coincidence? He didn't want to spend too long parked on a beach so he trekked onward towards the east coast. where he found himself at the other end of the country at a beach called Myrtle beach, it held no significance other than the fact that it was rather trashy. He went back to the west coast once more and found himself back in California but this time at Long Beach. It was heavily populated but it is in L.A. Finally a caravan appeared in front of him and a small ancient woman ushered him in.

          "How can I return to my original body?" he asked.

          "Well," the old witch said with a smirk, "First you must invest in my new anti-aging cream. It really works, here let me show you an example," the old woman said as she began to lead him to an old closet.

     In the closet he found a woman in her thirties with no wrinkles. Confused, he watched as the witch applied the cream on the woman's face. Once she applied the cream the woman rose from the dead.