Cheerleader

"Me?" Zoe said. "Look at you...you aren't just a girl...you're a cheerleader." Sure enough...looking down, Jon saw a rather attractive body with a good amount of cleavage inside a cheerleading uniform. "But why am I a cheerleader and you're not a Goth anymore?" She asked, not sure Zoe would know any more. It was more a rhetorical question. Zoe shrugged. He'd been the one interested in the occult. "I guess I didn't think out my wish...If everyone alive is now the other gender...the changes stretch back decades...It's what they call the domino effect. A guy fifty years ago was born a girl...so he wasn't somewhere he would have been as a guy..and became a ballerina instead of a stock broker...and suddenly lived a very different life...And that changed other lives...and suddenly...etc. etc....What the hell...I'm not a goth and you're a cheerleader." "And anyone we know may not be the same either..." "Bingo."