When his parents came home, they found their son with his sister's feet, hair, and clothes and they were both shocked. As Lizzie explained what had happened, her parents didn't believe her and said s

Story: It was an average day at the McGuire household. Matt McGuire, the mischievous younger brother to Lizzie McGuire, had just gotten a new cologne. A classmate, and more importantly a girl he liked, had complimented the scent and promised to chat with him at school the next day. Cradling the precious bottle carefully, he was feeling quite triumphant, his teenage heart already racing at the prospect of the upcoming conversation. As he sat in the living room, lost in his world, Lizzie entered, saw the cologne bottle and in classic older sister style, assumed it was one of hers that she'd misplaced. She sauntered off, not giving Matt a chance to protest. Typical Lizzie! Matt thought, utterly vexed. Not one to back down, he decided to sneak into Lizzie's room while she was away to retrieve his cologne. Lizzie's room was a maze of all things girly: clothes, shoes, accessories... but his bottle was clearly visible, placed atop a shelf. Climbing up, his feet landed in a pair of platform sandals that Lizzie practically lived in. They were stubborn shoes and wouldn't come off. Suddenly, something extraordinarily strange happened: Matt’s feet transfigured into a perfect fit for the sandals. Looking down, he gasped, "Are those my sister's feet? Gross. Come on stupid shoes get off of me." But the transformation didn't stop there. Matt's hair lightened into blonde locks perfectly matching Lizzie's hairstyle, his eyes turned blue, and his voice pitched higher. "Ew gross. I look and sound exactly like Lizzie now. Come on stupid body. Change back," he exclaimed. But before he could wish harder, his memories became all things Lizzie until Matt's existence was a thing of forgotten past. Meanwhile, the ‘new Lizzie’ was in her room, holding the Cologne bottle in one hand and admiring her reflection on the other. "OMG! These honestly are the cutest sandals I own and I love the way they look on me," she giggled, her face beaming with satisfaction. The cologne bottle looked foreign in her hand, "Ew, what is this in my hands? Cologne? Gross! It smells too boyish. I could never wear this!" she snubbed. With a strong motion, the bottle met the floor, smashed into pieces by the power of her platform sandals. She laughed, "Another thing I love about these platforms is my ability to stomp on things I don't like!" and exited her room, leaving behind the remnants of the cologne. The new Lizzie felt good having the house to herself but suddenly thought of Matt. "Where's Matt? He's awfully quiet all of a sudden," she wondered, reached for her phone and dialed his number. All she got was a voicemail, never suspecting that she was, in fact, the very person she was looking for.