The first time I scuba dived, I found a wallet on the bottom of a lake.

Once upon a time in sunny Texas, a 17-year-old named Mitchell had traveled all the way from his native Montana to scuba dive in a local lake. This was his first time in the Lone Star State, but he was more excited about his diving session than geographical novelty. Equipped with his diving gear, he plunged into the lake, discovering a world beneath Texas waters. His scuba dive yielded no treasures, but he came out with bags full of trash, spending the day cleaning the lake, demonstrating his commitment to nature and the environment. After his lake clean-up mission, he headed towards his car that was just a short walk away. On his path, he spotted a purse lying abandoned on a nearby collection of rocks. Assuming a lady would be panicking somewhere about her lost purse, he, responsibly decided to pick it up with an intention to return it. As soon as his fingers touched it, an odd sensation ran through his hand. A shock of energy traveled up to his shoulder and involuntarily he flung the purse over his shoulder. The effect was immediate: he felt a shudder run through his body, a change forming throughout. Looking down at himself he gasped in shock. His body began to alter: his hair lengthening and turning blonde, his clothes morphing into a chiffon summer dress, his feet sandwiched within flip flops. Digging through the purse in stunned silence, he pulled out an ID. Jill McHenry, it said, along with a birth date of 20th September 1974. His heart double-beated in shock as realization struck him; he was turning into this woman. As sunglasses formed on his face, his memories began to dissipate, replaced with new memories: Jill's memories. His transformation completed and in place of Mitchell stood Jill McHenry, utterly confused. "What in the world? Why am I still at the lake?" she muttered, her mind foggy with confusion. As her eyes fell on her purse, she picked it up, slung it on her shoulder, and then spotted her ID and wallet nearby. Slightly agitated, she picked up her ID and relegated it back to its position in her wallet, checking her credit cards and cash. "I expected a little bit more from my fellow Texans," she huffed, disappointed. "No doubt I'll have to cancel my credit cards now cause some people have no respect for other people's things. At least my purse was too feminine for them to be seen with it. Kids today have no respect. Not like my generation." With indignation lining her tone, Jill pulled out her phone from her purse, her fingers punching in the 911. She intended to report a possible fraudulent attempt on her credit cards. Little did she know, the very suspect she was preparing to file a report against was her old self, Mitchell. Thus, Jill continued her day, oblivious to the strange circumstance that had transformed her existence.