a day as someone else

She looks at you, curious, as you started looking around the room with a banana peel in your hand. You found what you were looking for, and you happily stood next to it, pointing at the object with your free hand. She gazed at the object briefly, and her eyes met yours. The object that you had pointed out was a picture of her, Billy, and you (as a guy, of course) standing around an amusement park, laughing.

Her eyes seemed to spark with recognition as she gazed more intently at your features, finding the resemblenses to your old self.