When Kelsey notices the reckless driving on the road in front of her and the potential for danger it poses, she decides to pull her car over. Kelsey assumes command of the situation and is determine

One sunny afternoon, Kelsey, a 16-year-old adolescent who had just started driving, was cruising down her neighborhood street in her gray Hyundai Genesis when she noticed a car following the same path. It was a white Toyota Prius, whose driver seemed reckless, swerving and making dangerous decisions. As the Prius pulled to the side of the road, Kelsey's concern forced her to pull over her own car. She nervously approached the driver's side, only to be startled by the spectacle she beheld. The driver, a middle-aged woman named Cynthia, seemed impaired, her speech slurred and her eyes half-closed. Worried, Kelsey addressed her, "OMG! Ma'am, are you okay?" Cynthia shot back immediately, in a strange mixture of defiance and pride, "Hey, get away from my car! I'm just fine! Just had an argument with my husband and needed to go for a drive." It was evident from her tone that she was under the influence. Without wasting any time, Kelsey dialled 911, describing the white Toyota Prius, Cynthia's odd behavior, and her features - a white dress, high heels, a bracelet, long earrings, her wedding ring, and her wavy blonde hair contrasting with her blue eyes. Her purse was dumped on the passenger's seat, loaded with what Kelsey assumed to be her belongings. As the sirens wailed in the distance, two female officers arrived at the scene. They took Kelsey's statement first, hearing her comment, "I'm just afraid for her safety. I just started driving and having her in front of me is really scary because I've never drunk, and that was insane." When confronted by the officers, Cynthia feigned innocence. "I just had a couple glasses of wine. I'm old enough to drink. I have 2 daughters," Cynthia slurred, attempting to justify her irresponsible driving. In the ensuing chaos, Kelsey was asked to help the officers supervise Cynthia. Suddenly, Cynthia, out of nowhere, lashed out, grabbing Kelsey's shoulder and causing her to pass out in pain. As Kelsey opened her eyes, she was baffled. She was being handcuffed. Panicking, she caught her reflection in the car window and gasped in horror. She was suddenly looking at Cynthia's face in the reflection. The realization of her altered appearance and the alcoholic taste in her mouth indicated a reality too difficult to grasp. Quickly, she tried to explain her situation to the officers, but her efforts fell on deaf ears. "No officers, please... I am not the woman… I didn’t do anything wrong... This is not fair... I swear I'm… the 16-year-old young lady you… were talking with earlier... It's not me, hon," Kelsey's pleas came out as an intoxicated mumble. As Kelsey locked eyes with Cynthia, who was seemingly in her old body, unexplained dread filled her heart. Cynthia's gaze appeared to have a strange power, as memories flooded and twisted Kelsey's mind. There was a glimmer of resolution that she will strive to be a better person than Cynthia was, but the visions of herself acting just like Cynthia drowned those hopes swiftly. Slowly, Kelsey's memories morphed until all traces of her as a 16-year-old disappeared. She was Cynthia now, a 42-year-old woman with a history of convictions and a rebellious attitude. The realization hit her like a cold slap as she sat handcuffed in the back of the police car. "Oh dammit! You stupid bitch ass cops! I am a grown woman; I have every right to drink a little bit of wine! You better be calling my husband or my daughters to come get my fucking Prius you little skanks!" Cynthia's voice roared out from Kelsey’s new body before she passed out in the back of the car, her momentary memory of Kelsey lost in the abyss of oblivion.