Incomplete story.

Once upon a time in the bustling metropolis of Langley Falls, Steve Smith, the geeky, pimple-faced teenager, was mustering up all his courage. In front of him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and the moment of truth had finally arrived. With a heart full of palpable anticipation, Steve leaned towards the girl. He was about to engage in that exhilarating, nerve-wrecking act universally known as the "first kiss." But just as their lips were about to meet, Steve felt an unusual jolt run through his body, and with a blink of his eyes, everything changed. Suddenly, he was standing, not in the cozy living room of his beloved but in a different room altogether. Thrown into confusion, Steve looked down, only to realize he was now sporting thin-strapped, tie-dyed flaring pants and a ruffled blouse — attire that didn't align with his jeans and t-shirt style at all. As confusion gripped him, he blurted out in shock, "What in the world just happened?" The voice that responded was melodious and gentle, but it was not his own. Steve's confusion transformed into outright terror. This was Hayley's voice. In distress, Steve, now in Hayley's body, gave an involuntary shake of his head. He was about to find help, to reverse whatever strange occurrence he had just experienced, but as he formulated his plans, his memories began to distort. His thoughts jumbled, his past became less clear, and soon, the memory of sweet kisses and a girlfriend vanished. Soon, he couldn't remember being Steve at all. Steve, within Hayley's body, felt a swift, pounding pain in his head. He stumbled, catching himself against the wall, panting hard. His fingers went to massage his temples in discomfort. "What...what was I doing?" He asked himself out loud, the words slipping out in Hayley's voice. Shaking off the lingering confusion, he gazed towards the window, where his fingers itched to hold something. He caught sight of a half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray by the ledge. With a puzzled shrug, he picked it up, and as the smoke filled his lungs, he realized he no longer remembered why he was worried. The new Hayley, oblivious of the twisted events, continued her day, caught once again in the smoky haze of her beloved nicotine, leaving behind the shyness and dreams of a simple teenager named Steve Smith. Life went on, with Hayley now remaining forever oblivious of the boy Steve she once was.