It was a new experience and she was looking forward to doing it again. Joseph had learned his lesson and would never be so careless again.

The sun was setting in the horizon as 16-year-old Joseph, a novice at the wheel, gingerly navigated the road, the keys to his father's old Ford vibrating in his still unused hands. He squinted at the road ahead, a mix of fear and uncertainty dampening his white-knuckled grip. Suddenly, a whistle of wind and a set of blinding headlights came out of nowhere, the impatient roar of a minivan cutting him off. The shock sent Joseph’s heart rate soaring as the minivan tore away, leaving a shaken Joseph in its wake. Catching up to the vehicle at a stop light, Joseph found himself staring into the worn-out face of a woman, clearly in her late 20s or early 30s, a cruel sneer twisting her features as she yelled, "Maybe drive better next time, a-hole, and I won’t have to go around you!" Caught off guard by her hostility, Joseph, with as much courage as he could muster, retorted, “Maybe you should be kinder next time! I’m still learning to drive!” "Hun, I'm 37 years old and even I had more sense than you when I was your age," the lady spat back. Angered at her condescending tone, Joseph blurted out, “Why don’t you put yourself in my shoes?” "With pleasure," the woman smirked, brushing back her hair before staring at him with an eerie focus. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed Joseph, as if his senses had left him. He remembered collapsing onto the steering wheel and then, darkness. Upon waking, Joseph found his hands gripping a minivan steering wheel rather than his father's Ford. His fingers were adorned with painted nails, a pair of sunglasses setting atop his head. A squeal of surprise left his mouth, but it was a woman's shrill pitch instead of his usual tone. Looking down, he found himself in a weathered denim outfit, a pair of flip flops at his feet. To his shock, in the driver's seat of the Ford, smiled his own face, a smug look adorning his features. Distressed, the new "Melissa" pleaded, "Oh my God! Ma'am, I didn’t mean this! Please change us back!" The woman in Joseph's body only laughed in response, "Nah, I like being a kid again. You can be the woman. Your name is Melissa. I'm erasing your mind now." "No! Please don't…" Joseph cried out, but his voice trailed off, his words morphing into Melissa’s. "Waste my time with your excuses. You're just a stupid kid who got called out on his driving, and I wouldn't have had to cut you off if you were not dragging your feet!" finished the new Melissa, before adjusting her sunglasses in the rear-view mirror and driving off, leaving the real Melissa behind, basking in her newfound youth. Little did Joseph know, surrendering control to road rage would lead to an unexpected life swap. And so, with a newfound complicated lifestyle, the chapter of 'Melissa' began again. Conversely, across town, 'Joseph' discovered the trials and tribulations of being a teenager anew, yet with the weight of a grown woman's experiences - forever altered by one unassuming event on the road, a constant reminder of their switched realities.