Body-Swap: Pink and Blue 2.0

“It's not fair!” she protested. He hands were in tiny balls. Her knuckles white. Dr. Pike Wilder's face was cold, almost bronzelike. But his eyes were golden whirlpools, dynamic and hypnotic. “Dottie …” “I said I'm not Dottie. I'm her sister Maddie. We switched bodies.” Dr. Pike's face showed no reaction. His voice rose a level, taking an assertive tone. “We've checked your biometrics—fingerprints, DNA, dental records.” Her eyes flashed, nostrils were flared and her breathing shallow and quick. “But what about my soul-metrics? Have you analyzed my soul?” “That is why you're here.” Pike nodded. He held up his hand in an encouraging gesture.