Taylor was slowly pulled awake by a heavy weight resting on his shoulder. He opened his eyes, blinking them a few times trying to get them to focus on the cause of the disturbance, but they never did.

Why can't I see straight?! He thought to himself forcing himself not to panic. Okay Tay, stay calm. He squinted his eyes and was just barely able to make out his younger brother Mackie sprawled out on the bed with him- half laying on him.

What's Mackie doing in the bed with me? He wondered sleepily to himself as ran his fingers through his hair. Sheesh, my hair is never this tangled when I wake up. He complained as his hand got stuck in knots he found throughout his hair.

What's going on here? He wondered as he tried to comb through his wild hair with his fingers. Oh my God! he exclaimed, Where's my tail?!

His first instinct was to jump up and take a close look in the mirror, but his body wouldn’t obey. Little Mackie stirred next to him and he found himself shifting to accommodate his bedmate.

Taylor's mind screamed to roll his brother off of him and get out of the bed, but no matter how hard he tried he could not move. Movement on the other side of the room caught his attention. Taylor looked up to see his other younger brother coming towards the bed.

"Awwww, how cute! I remember when you used to let me sleep with you every night." Zac said.

When did I _ever_ let Zac sleep with me?! He opened his mouth to respond and was shocked by what he said and heard.

"You're still welcome to whenever you have the urge."

"Thanks Ike! You're the best big brother a kid could ever have." And with that Zac returned to his side of the room and flipped on the television.

That was not what I wanted to say, and that _certainly_ wasn't my voice! And why did he call me Ike?! Oh Lord, what's going on here?

Mackie finally came fully awake. He grabbed Taylor and hugged him. "Morning Ikey." Taylor was absolutely baffled to why people were calling him Ike. He most certainly did _not_ look like Isaac.

Mackie's attention drifted to Zac watching TV. "Zackie!" He screamed.

"Shhhhhh Mackie, Mr. Grumpy is still asleep."

Taylor got up out of bed much to his thankfulness. He went into the bathroom still blurry eyed. He turned on the light and he gasped at what he saw, but his body remained perfectly calm.

The eyes looking back at Taylor were not the big, blue eyes that he stared into every day; they were smaller and brown. And the reflection was not his oval face with high cheekbones and a perfect creamy, unblemished complexion; it was a long face with blemished tanned skin that looked back at him. He was starring in the face of his brother Isaac.

He watched helplessly as "his" body put contacts in and the world came into focus. His eyes rested on the fuzzy hair that he had no clue how to tame even if his life depended on it. "His" body sighed. "Well yet another day of trying to tame this."

Taylor wanted to just scream out, to ask why this was happening to him, but he couldn't all he could do was watch helplessly.

"Hey Fuzz-head." He turned and Taylor came face to face with himself... his blue eyes staring at him.

He felt a terrible hurt and Taylor realized that the endearing term of "fuzz-head" was not so endearing to Isaac. He watched at his body effortlessly combed through his soft tame hair and felt jealousy. But he could say nothing.

He watched as his body brushed his teeth quickly and then left him alone in the bathroom. Taylor was completely confused. How could he be Taylor, but be in Ike's body? And if that was so, why wasn't Ike in his body or something?

This has to be a really horrible dream and I'll wake up anytime now...just play along.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" asked Zac as he came into the bathroom with him.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Taylor heard Ike say, but he felt a great sadness and hurt surge through him.

"Well, Tay wasn't exactly a saint yesterday. I can't believe how much of a jerk he can be sometimes. I mean to his own brother-"

"Zac, don't be so hard on him. He's just really overwhelmed with this whole fame thing...sometimes it gets to him and he lashes out, but he doesn't do it on purpose. He would never do anything to hurt us intentionally."

Whoa! That's deep Ike, but even I know that's a crock!

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Keep forgiving him no matter how far over the line he crosses, no matter how much he hurts you?"

"I know he doesn't say and do those things to hurt me. He's my brother Zac, and yours too. Just remember that and you can never do anything but love him."

Taylor thought he would cry after hearing what Ike had said. Was this some kind of punishment for being so mean to everyone? He wasn't really that bad- and he never meant any of those things.

Don't go sappy on me Tay. This is just a dream remember? None of this is real. Just get a grip and pray that someone wakes us up before I have to go to the bathroom in Ike's body!

Taylor kind of walked around in a daze. It didn't matter because "his" body had complete control over everything he did.

The first thing he did was herded the little ones together and get them all washed up and dressed. Taylor had never known just how much Ike did for the family, or how much fun he had doing it.

Playing in the bubble bath with Jessie and Avery was truly enjoyable for Ike. He loved it when the girls made breakfast out of bubbles and gave him bubble beards. And the gleam of adoration in his sisters' eyes whenever they looked at him was more than he could even begin to put into words.

After getting them out and into the bedroom for their mom to dress he took Mackie into the shower with him. Taylor hadn't wanted to, but "his" body welled up with affection when his baby brother begged to get in the shower with him. He wanted Ike to show him how to get clean like a big boy does.

For Taylor it was bad enough to be bathing Ike's body, but he had to do it with an audience as well.

Man, I'm really starting to get scared that this isn't a dream. But that's impossible Tay; you can't switch bodies with anyone. So why am I still stuck in Ike's body no matter how much I protest?

The whining of his brother interrupted his thoughts. God Ike, why'd you have to let him get in here with us… God did I say _us_?!

"It's okay Mack, I'll get the soap out of your eyes." Taylor watched as "his" body squatted down and began to rinse the soap carefully from the little boy's eyes. "You okay now?"

"I didn't like getting soap in my eye." Mackie pouted.

"I'm sorry little buddy, it was my fault. I promise I'll do better next time, kay?"

Mackie smiled widely and hugged his brother. "Okay, Ikey."

God, please let me wake up! Taylor's mind screamed.

"Will you two hurry up in there! Even though you two probably need it the most, you're not the only ones who need to shower, ya know!"

Taylor heard his harsh remark and cringed. Did he really say things like that?

He felt a feeling a rage wash over him, but it was very quickly pushed away. "We'd better hurry up so Tay can get his turn."

Mackie frowned, but did what his brother asked without complaint. "Thanks for letting me in here Ikey. I had fun."

He had fun? But he kept crying about getting soap or water in his eyes.

"Ya did?"

"Yeah, cuz I got to be with you."

"Aw, I like being with you too little guy."

What's so damned special about taking a shower together?! I'll never know.

Taylor watched helplessly as Ike got Mackie dressed. After that he stood in front of Ike’s suitcase looking at his assortment of cloths. He watched as Ike decided on a comfortable shirt and a pair of jeans. He felt Ike smile.

Taylor finally got a good look at the shirt he was holding. It was just a green tee shirt with a pocket on the chest. Wait, that was the shirt I got him for his birthday. Tay recalled.

He watched Ike dress, then he plugged in the blow dryer and attacked his hair, attempting to tame the rapidly drying curls. He was at it for an hour.

Finally Ike's hair was dry; it immediately started to curl up around his head. Tay felt his brother sigh as he began pulling his unruly locks back into a neat ponytail. Man I gotta remember how to do that. I can’t ever get my ponytail like that.

He exited the bathroom. "Hey Tay, what’s on the agenda today?"

"I think a photo shoot and then the concert tonight."

"Kay."

There was a knock on the adjoining door. "May I come in?" asked a little voice that both Ike and Taylor recognized as Avery's. Oh God, her…she’s whinny today too.

"Yeah, Av." He heard his body say. In popped this little girl she quietly closed the door. She went immediately over to Ike.

"Do you have time to play Barbie with me an Jessie?"

Oh God no I will _not_ - I repeat- _not_ play with Barbie’s. Tay screamed to himself, but he once again felt the flood of affection wash over Ike and knew that he'd be playing Barbie before the day was out.

No Ike, be strong! You are a guy; guys do _not_ play with Barbie’s!

"Of course I have time."

NO Ike! No! But once again Taylor had no control. And he went into the adjoining room but instead of there being Barbie’s all over the floor, Jessie stood poised with a can of silly sting. As soon as Ike closed the door they attacked him.

Tay felt Ike laugh. "Guys- guys no, stop." he laughed. "I have to look remotely nice for the shoot today." He watched as Ike made no move to remove the silly string from himself.

I would have yelled at them and then left, but he is going to sit on the floor and play with them.

"Ike, do you think Tay would play with us too?"

"Go ask him." Jessie ran into the other room and Tay heard his voice yell. "Don’t you know how to knock?!"

"Sorry, Tay-Tay."

Taylor cringed at the apology. I’ve got to be nicer to her.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play Barbie’s with me Avery, and Ikey?"

"No, sorry; I don’t feel like it."

Bull! Just tell her you don’t want to. Geez what is going on with me? I’m starting to talk like Ike. Man this dream is too vivid.

Jessie came back in. "He didn’t feel like it, which means, ‘Go away I’m too cool for you.’ "

"Girls, come on now, you know that’s not true. Tayles would do anything for you two."

"You’re right Ikey."

He defends me. Why?

The group played for a while and Taylor found himself remotely enjoying it. It was nice playing with his little sisters.

"Ike get your stuff together we have to get to the shoot." His head turned to see his father standing there.

"'Kay dad." He turned back to the girls. "Sorry but Ken has to leave now." He patted each on the head and left.