The wrong person.

After another gruelling shift, 21-year-old Tony walked into the changing room kicked off his white heels and slipped down to the floor.

Fighting back the tears of depression he said to himself how did I end up like this!

1 minute I was a young man with my future ahead of me and the next I had my body stolen by this woman.

Now I am stuck in a dead-end job living in a cheap apartment and a boss who constantly wants sex from him for giving him a job.

He pulled himself back up and checked his makeup in the mirror knowing he only had 20 minutes before he was expected back on the floor serving tables.

He slipped on his heels checked his hair and make-up one more time and headed back out.

He almost lost it when he saw his previous body sitting at a table.

He walked over as confident and said what the hell are you doing?

Margaret the young woman who had stolen his body sixteen weeks ago said I was just checking up on you.

Tony just looked at her and said how do you think I am doing.

1 minute I had my whole life in front of me and because I stopped to help you out when you were having car troubles for some unknown reason you stole my body.

Margaret looked at him sheepishly and apologised for the first time for what she had done.

She admitted that she had gotten the wrong person.

She told him she wished she could undo it but it was a one-way spell.

She told him she would help him rebuild his life and get a better job.

Tony did not know what to say.

It was all too much to take in at once.

He was just about to say something when his boss grabbed his ass from behind and told him to stop standing around talking and start serving tables.

Tony looked at Miranda and said see me after my shift at the café next door and you can tell me how you're going to make this up to me.

Miranda watched him walking away swinging his hips and said to herself how the hell am I going to make this up to him?