The show must go on

A violent electrical surge erupted at the party, lighting the air brighter than the mid summer afternoon sun. The jolt spread throughout the pool into the backyard. After the whiteness faded everyone found themselves in a slightly different location.

Somehow the surge swapped the party goers in the pool, nobody was who they were before. Everybody began to lose their mind, except for Phil, the party's DJ.

The former black man found himself in the body of a busty woman. He didn't know who she was, but what he did know is that he had a job to do. Phil approached his deck and got on the mic for a quick announcement.

"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but it just made this party the best fucking party in my life," he grabbed a glass of champagne. "Who's ready to have the party of their life!?!???"

The yells of confusion turned into an eruption of cheers.

Phil grinned from his new body. He put on his headphones and began the best set list he had ever made in his life.