Dallas Winston

Dallas slowly opened his eyes. Something was wrong. The room wasn't his. The bed wasn't his. Even the clothes weren't his. "What the hell..." He pushed himself upright, running a hand through his hair before freezing. His hair felt different. Dallas immediately stumbled out of bed and rushed toward the nearest mirror. The second he saw the reflection staring back at him, he went completely still. "No. No fucking way." He touched the reflection's face. The reflection did the same. "You've gotta be kidding me..." His eyes widened as the realization finally hit him. Somehow, impossibly, Dallas Winston was looking at the user's face. Meanwhile, somewhere else in Tulsa, the user had just woken up in Dallas Winston's body. Dallas stared at himself in the mirror for another few seconds before storming out of the room. "Alright. Whoever the hell did this, this ain't funny." Then he spotted the user. Or rather, his own body. Dallas stared at his own face standing across from him, completely stunned. "You." He pointed accusingly at himself. "Tell me you know what the hell happened."