Beth Bridges had always tried to avoid relationships with doctors. They never amounted to anything and the young nurse always found herself having to avoid them when she got dumped. Still that didn't stop her getting involved with Dr. Downes after a late night drinking session.

It was about the third week of their relationship that Beth began to regret her decision. Sam Dorn was into Sam Dorn and she felt like nothing more than a plaything. He treated her like she didn't matter and his rather chauvinistic attitudes were fast becoming a turnoff. What was worse though, was his complete lack of understanding for people who struggled in life. He had everything, nice car, nice apartment, nice salary. Sam was fast approaching a stage in life where he'd want for nothing. Beth though was at the other end of the scale. Her job while important paid a fraction of the doctor's at the hospital.

As she lay in bed and listened to Sam snoring beside her Beth wished this relationship was over. As she looked out through the curtains into the night sky she spied a shooting star. Beth made a silent wish that Dr. Dorn could appreciate her lot in life somehow. If only he could gain some perspective she hoped. Beth drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.

Beth was woken by a females scream and she jumped up in bed to see a woman laying beside her with a look of terror on her face. The strange thing was it was her face Beth was looking at. When the identical stranger spoke it became obvious who it was.

"Beth what the fuck has happened to me? How did I get like this?"

"Sam? Is that you?" Beth asked.

"Yes it is! It's me Sam"

"What's going on?" Beth asked a little nonplussed by the appearance of Sam.

"How the fuck should I know?" Sam snapped.

"Oh, sorry." Beth replied softly.

The next few minutes they said little as Sam examined himself and came to the conclusion he was an exact copy of his girlfriend. This was not on his agenda that's for sure. As time went by Beth recalled her wish on the star from the night before. She didn't mention it to Sam but she began to think there must be some magic in the air. Beth said she'd make a pot of coffee, she hoped things would work themselves out, although she was a bit concerned at how angry Sam was greeting with the situation. He had moved from shock to rage as she brought in two coffee's.

It was as she was handing Sam his coffee when she noticed something odd. The chair that Sam always draped his clothes didn't have a pair of trousers, a shirt and his expensive Italian shoes were not under it. What was there was a white nursing uniform, white stockings and a pair of flat shoes worn by a nurse? Not dissimilar to the items Beth would wear except hers were on the other side of the room where she left them.

As Sam tried to get his head around the situation Beth hoped he would stay calm enough to get a grip on this new reality. Sam's anger however didn't dissipate, he began cursing and complaining.

"How the fuck can I be a woman? What twisted fuck changed me into a useless female!"

"Sam, you don't mean that," Beth whispered.

"Oh yes I fucking do!"

Beth did not respond but spent a quiet moment wondering where this was heading. Sam just continued to curse the fact his manhood had been robbed. The more he bitched the more Beth wished he'd just accept things.