Pipp tried her best to make her way down the corridor to the correct bedroom, but walking was proving to be more difficult than she thought. The proportions were all wrong- longer legs, a different gait- and she was fearful she was going to fall over.

She had to find Zipp and figure out what in the world had happened. She could confirm she hadn't simply been changed into her sister- after all, she had woken up in the wrong bedroom, suggesting something else was going on.

Just then, she saw what would have been Pipp. Looking at herself was certainly an incredibly surreal experience, but she seemed to trip on something and fell straight onto the other person.

"Hey! Watch it!" she said, fully aware of the fact her words were coming out of her mouth in Zipp's voice.

"You try walking in a straight line when you've been plopped in somebody else's body!" the other person replied.

This made Pipp stop. That did sound like something Zipp would say, so she decided to do a test. "What's the passcode on the library door?"

"05052007."

This was something Zipp would definitely know, so Pipp slowly pulled herself up to her feet.

"Careful in there."

"Urgh! I'm still getting use to it, sis! Honestly, don't overdrama!"

Zipp snorted. "That sounds so weird in your voice. I mean, my voice. I mean-"

"I know what you mean," Pipp said. "So, you're in my body and I'm in yours, it seems. You're the popstar now and I'm the older sibling."

"Only by a few minutes."

"Good thing for you I wasn't planning on bossing you around," Pipp sighed. "Look, can you do the dance moves?"

"Problem is, I learned them for a somewhat leaner form."

"Hey! I heard that!"

"You've got a different body shape to me! I'm still getting used to that."

Pipp scowled. "I did not spend years building my fanbase just to lose it overnight."

Zipp sighed. "This is so confusing, but simple at the same time. We need to figure out how this happened, given we know the what, and how we'll move forward."

"I can't think of anything in nature that would cause a bodyswap," Pipp admitted. "Possibly some form of magic is involved?"

"Well, we haven't run into anything magical in a few days," Zipp said. "Have you, Pipp?"

Pipp froze.

Zipp narrowed her eyes and scowled, the gesture looking absolutely ridiculous on Pipp's face. "You froze. Either you know something I don't or you're withholding information."

"Have you ever heard of the concept of personal space?" Pipp asked.

Zipp planted both of her arms on the opposite sides of Pipp, trying to prevent her escape. "Spill the beans, now, or I'll-"

Pipp calmly pushed her backwards, smirking at the look of shock on Zipp's face. "Hey, being the stronger sibling is really handy. I can push you around!"

"You still haven't answered my question," Zipp said. "Start talking or I'll throw your bubble bath mixture out of the window."

Pipp sighed. "You're such a jerk sometimes, you know that? Anyway, I was outdoors yesterday and talked with this nymph thing called Milky Way, and she offered to help me with my problems. So, I said I was stressed about stuff and said I wanted Zipp to understand what I go through as a performer. It wasn't as if I wished for anything!"

Zipp blinked. "Remember how mom used to read us fairy tales?" she said.

"Yeah?"

"What's the common theme when it comes to people making and being granted wishes?"

Pipp thought for a second, then it hit her. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Wishes must be worded extremely precisely, as spirits that grant them have a long history of loophole abuse. Given you never specified precisely how you wanted me to understand what you go through as a performer, this Milky Way person thing could have easily interpreted that any way they wanted!"

"Even though I never used the word wish?"

"I somehow suspect the spirit doesn't respect the semantic differences between the two words." Zipp looked annoyed. "Face it; whether you intended to or not, you made a wish, and it seems we're now stuck like this. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate, I'm now going to have to pretend to be you for the day."

"Why not just tell mom what happened?" Pipp suggested.

"We can't!" Zipp said, a note of desperation and fear entering her voice. "If we tell her, she'll think we've both gone crazy!"

"Who's gone crazy?" asked a voice. The two sisters looked down the corridor and saw Sunny walking towards them.

"Act normally," Pipp said. The two siblings then stood completely rigid, grinning like idiots.

Sunny just looked confused. "Is there a joke I'm missing?"

Pipp started to walk over- then fell over. "Ow! Still not used to these long legs!"

Zipp looked over. "Meet us after coffee. Pipp, do you have any jeans? No way am I spending the entire day in a skirt."

Pipp's eyes went wide with horror when she realised what Zipp was hinting at. Not only had they switched bodies, they'd need to wear each other's wardrobes the entire day.

Sunny listened patiently whilst the two sisters explained what happened. "Wow," she said. "Of all the things we've been through, this certainly takes the biscuit for one of the craziest."

"I know, right?" Zipp said, trying to text. She was fidgeting awkwardly, which Pipp suspested was from being unused to the sorts of fabrics she preferred.

Sunny raised an eyebrow. "You know Pipp texts with her thumbs, right?"

"This is harder than I thought."

"But no matter what happens," Sunny continued, "we'll be here for you, no matter what. I'll do some research into wish granting nymphs, and hopefully we can fix this mess."

Zipp then had an idea. "Why not wish for this to be undone?" she said.

"I'll give it a go," Sunny said. "I wish for all of this to be undone, and for my friend's lives to go back to normal."

Nothing happened.

"That was anticlimactic," Pipp said.

"Maybe it's time we went searching," Zipp suggested."

So they searched hither and thither, all across Falmouth. They looked down streets, inside trucks, and within the shed (Charles was very confused when Pipp started climbing up his cab steps). They searched inside buildings, and on top of them, and even under objects.

By the time Eleven rolled around, everybody was frustrated. "No luck," Zipp said. "What a waste of three hours."

"And it's Elevenses too!" Pipp protested. "I can't go on without a cup of tea!"

"No way," Zipp said. "I'm not having you stuffing my face and ruining my figure."

"Seriously? You're talking like me now." Pipp suddenly heard loud buzzing from Zipp's pocket. "You might want to check Bestie."

Zipp pulled the phone out of her pocket and fiddled with it. "What's the PIN?"

Pipp took the phone. "It's got thumbprint recognition. Get with the times, Zipp!"

She pressed Zipp's thumb onto the pad, and the device unlocked. Pipp's eyes widened in horror. "You have two thousand notificiations?!" she asked. "Zipp, you need to post a status video right now, or else everybody will start asking questions!"

"How do I do that?"

Pipp calmly swiped through the apps and selected her favoured streaming app, before clicking the button. "You're live."

Zipp looked at the device. "Uh, hey Pippsqueaks! Totally rad day we're having, huh? I'm totally at the seafront preparing for tonight's performance. Hashtag fun! See you tonight!"

Pipp stopped the device. "Well, that was a disaster." Her suspicions were proven when a barrage of messages asking whether Pipp was feeling OK appeared.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Zipp snapped. "I have no idea how you speak."

"This has to be the weirdest conversation in the history of weirdest conversations," Pipp sighed. "Next time, don't use a smile that looks like you're being held hostage."

"This is ridiculous," Zipp moaned.

"Oh, here we go again, you thinking what I do is ridiculous."

"I'm just really stressed and would kinda like my body back. Not a big ask!"

Sunny suddenly spotted a shimmering light as Pipp and Zipp bickered. Near a plant pot, she spotted a strange yellow thing looking through a pair of binoculars. "This is more entertaining than the time that Spam Can derailed in the yard!" she said.

"Watching people fight is not entertainment," Sunny said, catching the creature's attention. "Especially given you started this whole mess."

"I'm not the villain here," Milky Way replied, completely unphased. "And technically speaking, I didn't start the mess. Pipp did. She wished for this! I'm only trying to help. After all, her wish was for Zipp to understand her."

"You lie!" Pipp said, as she stormed over. Her face had gone red and she looked as though she was about to strangle somebody. "You tricked me into telling you my story and then swapped us over. I never used the word 'wish'! And that's not what I said! I never wished for me and Zipp to switch bodies!

Milky Way smiled, the smile of somebody who enjoyed being incredibly perdantic. "In context, 'want' and 'wish' basically mean the same thing. But you said, and I quote, 'I want Zipp to respect what I do as a performer'. The only way she'll be able to do that is walk a mile in your shoes. And as two people cannot be in the same body at once, I had to move you into Zipp's body. Besides, you never said you didn't want me to swap you over."

Sunny rolled her eyes. "Great. So we're dealing with that kind of spirit."

"What kind?"

"The one that exploits loophole abuse."

Zipp entered an unreasoning rage. "CHANGE US BACK NOW, OR I'LL-"

"Or you'll what?" Milky Way said, smirking. "You can't hurt me, even in that pile of lard you're occupying. I'm immortal. And not only that, I'm afraid that's not how it works. For the effects to be reversed, the wish must come true. Pipp, you wanted Zipp to respect what I do as a performer. That means she will have to."

"It's not just about us!" Pipp protested. "There's an important charity event happening tonight we're both appearing at, and if it goes wrong it'll be a disaster!"

"Maybe you should have thought of that before making a wish, eh?" Milky Way laughed. "The resulting chaos is going to be so worth it!" With a puff of magic, the nymph vanished.

Back at Falmouth Manor, Pipp sat in a chair and sighed. "What a mess," she said.

"You can say that again," Zipp replied. "Stuck in opposite lives, no clue how to move forward- this is crazy."

Pipp groaned. "Now I'll need to get up to speed on the whole dinner thing. Pass me mom's notes?"

The book slammed into her at incredible speed. "Hey! No need to throw things!"

"You got us in this mess."

Pipp scowled. "Technically, you did by skipping the rehearsal."

"Oh, don't start all that again," Zipp snarled. "We've kinda got bigger things to worry about."

Pipp put her head in her hands. "Sorry. I'm just so stressed right now. My fans are out there with absolutely no clue what's going on. What is going to happen to us?"

"Sunny says she's going to try and find a solution," Zipp replied. "But in the meantime, I think we'll just have to pretend to be each other as best we can."

"How are we going to pull that off?" Pipp asked. "You don't know the words to my songs!"

"Easy! I'll read them off a teleprompter."

"But what about the choreography?"

"Oh, I'll make something up. You'd best be studying those notes. Oh, for the party do you have any ballgowns that are less, you know, girly?"

Pipp looked horrified. "I promised my fans I'd debut the new one today!"

Zipp smirked. "Looks like I'll be telling my fans there's been a change of plans." She then left the room.

Pipp put her head in her hands again. "How much more can go wrong today?"

Author's Note

This story is an adaptation of G5 Comic #17, which is a continuation of the plot of Issue #16. Of the comics thus far, this is the straightest adaptation, although a subplot has been jettisoned in order to streamline the plot. Izzy and Hitch's roles in the story have also been given to Sunny, as although the comics are overall very good the later ones did suffer from character bloat.

How are things going to go for the sisters, now they have to pretend to be each other? Find out more tomorrow!