16-year old May is driving alone in San Francisco for the first time and gets cut off by a woman in her early twenties. The woman, Naomi, scoffs at May and tells her to drive better back where she c

May, a 16-year-old girl with a newly minted driver’s license, found herself piloting her gray Prius through the heart of San Francisco, a city unlike her small hometown. The streets were filled with an endless stream of vehicles, each one radiating a sense of urgency. Suddenly, a large Ram pickup truck lunged into her lane, causing her to slam her brakes. At the next traffic signal, she found herself alongside the aggressive driver--a woman in her mid-twenties. The summer sun bounced off her aviator sunglasses and her trendy wedge shoes rested on the diesel-powered monster’s floor. She wore a crop top and short shorts, presented with an air of confidence. Her name was Naomi. Spotting the anxious teenager in her mirror, Naomi scoffed, "Excuse me but if you're gonna drive so horribly, please go back to the south or wherever you're from." May pleaded for mercy, admitting her inexperience. Naomi laughingly retorted, “Oh sweetie. When I was your age, I handled the road better than you. Can bet you can't even drive in these wedges.” With this statement, an inexplicable fatigue washed over May, and she slipped into unconsciousness. She awoke still in the car, but there was something off. The surrounding cars had scattered. Her own car sat next to her, a mirror image of itself. And in her confusion, her eyes widened as they landed on her outfit - her outfit which now mimicked Naomi's. A quick look in the rear-view mirror confirmed her worst fear - she was staring back at Naomi's face. Gasping, she turned to her Prius and there inside was her own face smirking back at her. Naomi, in May's body, gushed about the ecstasy of being young once more. Meanwhile, May, in Naomi's body, pleaded for a reversal, fearing her family’s worries. Naomi offered a deal, a smooth navigation through the traffic in the wedges for their original bodies back. May gazed at the daunting wedges attached to her new feet, anxiety welling. The light changed to green and she reflexively pressed hard on the accelerator. Lack of control caused her to sway dangerously through the junction. An inevitable ‘mission failed’ was declared by Naomi at the next red light. Naomi promised to erase May’s memories, replacing them with experiences on how to handle the road in heels and wedges. Stricken with fear, May felt her memories and personality slowly slip away. Finally, she found herself fully engulfed in Naomi's persona, gaining a newfound fierceness. The light turned green and Naomi, in May's body, accelerated away, her words echoing in the abandoned intersection, "Get off the road, kid." May, now in Naomi's body, watched hopelessly as her old young version sped off, her own new persona slowly settling in, relishing the prospect of being a confident, aggressive driver maneuvering through the concrete jungle with ease. There were no clues of the 16-year-old innocent girl. Naomi had returned once again, just in a differently-aged body and the real Naomi found joy in reliving the precious days of her youth.