A/N: Hi, I hope you all are enjoying this story so far. I like how it is going and I intend to add more chapters. Probably, once a week although sometimes I might add more because I currently have nothing going on.

When Mary Ann regained consciousness, she lying on a bed in the Professor's hut. He was bent over her holding one of his crudely made stethoscopes to her chest. The Skipper was standing above her, his face riddled with concern.

Mary Ann sat up. Something didn't feel right, but she didn't know what.

"Professor, what happened? Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Mary Ann screamed. Only, she thought she screamed because when she opened her mouth, Gilligan's voice came out. She looked down at her hands. Her dainty hands were replaced with Gilligan's hard, calloused ones. Instead of her usual attire of short shorts and a cropped blouse, she looked at herself and saw Gilligan's signature red shirt and denim pants.

"Oh, little budy, what's wrong? Are you ok?" the Skipper asked.

"Yes, Gilligan, are you alright? Mr. and Mrs. Howell saw you and Mary Ann lying unconscious on the ground of the jungle. I've been checking you up for the past hour, and nothing seems to be the trouble. Mary Ann's still unconscious in her hut, but Ginger and the Howells are looking after her."

"Oh my gosh, Professor! What are you saying? I am Mary Ann."

"Well you seem to have hit your head harder that I thought. This could be like the time Mary Ann thought she was Ginger."

"Gilligan, I think you better lie down. Professor, can I talk to you here for a moment?" The Skipper ushered Professor away from Gilligan so they could talk.

"Professor, I'm worried about him."

"Me too. Gilligan thinking he's Mary Ann could have some dire ramifications. Why don't you stay here and look after him. I better go and check up on Mary Ann again."

Soon, it was nighttime and the sky was getting dark. The Professor had finished checking up on Mary Ann and Gilligan and went to do some research in his hut. Mary Ann, in Gilligan's body, decided to give up and go to sleep. There was no use in trying to explain her situation unless Gilligan also woke up. Until then, the Skipper and Professor would just think it was more of "Gilligan's" tall tales.

Over in the girls' hut, Gilligan had woken up.

Where am I? This is my hut. What happened to me? Oh right, I was in the jungle with Mary Ann and we found that cool rock. Where is Mary Ann now? And what am I doing in the girls' hut? I better get back to Skipper.

He got out of Mary Ann's bed, but as he was heading towards the door, he turned to the mirror, expecting to see his reflection staring back at him. But instead all he saw was Mary Ann. He turned around to see if she was standing there.

Huh, that's weird. Where's Mary Ann? I can see her in the mirror but she isn't standing anywhere. Oh no! She's probably a ghost. Did I kill her? Oh no, I'd never forgive myself if I killed her by dropping that rock. Let me ask Ginger. She would know where Mary Ann is.

He walked over to Ginger's bed.

"Ginger, Ginger?" He whispered and lightly poked her. Why does my voice sound so high-pitched? It's probably because I just woke up.

She sat up groggily, "What is it?" she drawled.

As she sat up, her blanket fell off of her shoulders. Gilligan quickly turned around and shut his eyes. He had forgotten that Ginger slept in the nude.

"Ginger? What happened? Where's Mary Ann?"

"Mary Ann, what are you saying?" Ginger had woken up but not enough to not be confused at what Gilligan was saying.

"Mary Ann? I'm not Mary Ann. I'm Gilligan. You know me, right? We were on a three hour tour together? I was the first mate on the S.S. Minnow?"

"Mary Ann, are you ok? I think we better get you to the Professor." Ginger got out of bed, wrapping herself in a towel and headed towards the door.

"Oh yeah, the Professor'll know where Mary Ann is." He turned around sharply to follow Ginger out the door, and a pigtail hit him in the face. He reached up to touch his hair. Sure enough, it was in pigtails. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a red gingham dress! Just like Mary Ann's. No wonder Ginger thought he was Mary Ann. He walked out of the hut but saw another glimpse of himself in the mirror. Finally, he came to the realization that he looked EXACTLY LIKE MARY ANN!

"Ahhhhhhh!" he ran out of the door screaming along the way. Ginger had called the Professor, and he was coming out of his hut.

"Oh, what is that dreadful noise! Can't anybody get a little bit of shut-eye on this island?" Mr. Howell asked clutching Teddy, his half-awake wife trodding behind him.

"Mary Ann? What's wrong?" the Professor asked. But it was no use. Gilligan had already ran into his and Skipper's hut. The other castaways followed.

"Skipper! Skipper! Skipper, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Gilligan shouted as he barged into the hut. He couldn't believe how much his voice sounded like Mary Ann's. He even looked like her now.

"Mary Ann? What're you doing in here at this hour? And why are you screaming?"

Gillgan wasn't paying attention to the Skipper. Instead, he had taken notice of someone in his own hammock. Rather, he had taken notice of himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! It's me! Well, I guess I'm not me now 'cause I'm Mary Ann. But who's me?" Gilligan was yelling, his mind not able to comprehend how he could be seeing himself. If he wasn't himself, then who was he?

"Gilligan? Oh yes! Gilligan, you're here! I was waiting for you. Something horrible must've happened. I look like you, and why, you look exactly like me!" Mary Ann couldn't believe her eyes. What had happened? It seems as if they'd switched bodies.

"Mary Ann, Gilligan? What is wrong with you two? Gilligan was saying something earlier about being Mary Ann, but I just thought he was in shock from fainting. Now, you Mary Ann, you're saying that you're Gilligan. Nothing in my medical book says anything about this. I've heard of cases of mistaken identity but never two people thinking they were each other." The Professor was bewildered. "Why don't you two explain everything that happened from when you first went into the jungle? One by one. You go first, Mary Ann."

"Oh, Professor, I can't even think straight. Gilligan, you better go first." Mary Ann said from inside Gilligan's body. The others were all confused as to who was who.

"Thurston, who's talking? The Professor called Mary Ann, but Gilligan is answering. Oh, I simply cannot comprehend this." Mrs. Howell complained.

"Uh, well 'Gilligan" you may continue. Whoever you are." Even the Professor was beginning to get confused now.

"Well, let's see." Gilligan from inside Mary Ann's body began, "We went into the jungle to go butterfly hunting. There was this butterfly. It was blue with a nice big yellow stripe on it. Or was it yellow with a big blue stripe on it?"

"Will you just tell us what happened? It doesn't matter what color the butterfly was. Now I know you're Gilligan." The Skipper said with an exasperated sigh.

"I was chasing the butterfly. I was so close to catching it, too. We stopped 'cause Mary Ann was tired. Then, I saw a rock. And then I dropped it. I don't remmeber what happened after because I woke up in the girls' hut."

"Would you describe that rock, Gilligan,"

"Uh, sure Professor. It was really neat. You see it was like those crystal balls fortune tellers use. I remember once Skinny Mulligan and I went to a show where there was this fortune teller. She had a crystal ball and said she could hypnotize you with it. She make Skinny bark like a dog."

"Gilligan! The rock!" The Skipper knew they had no time to hear his childhood tales, especially if something really was wrong with him and Mary Ann.

"Oh right. It was see through but had all these colors. I can't even remember all the colors. It had swirls of yellow and red and green and pink and blue. I bet even you haven't seen that many colors, Professor."

"Well that seems like it can be a normal rock. Nothing dangerous that could have knocked you out. It likely got its colors from the minerals made by the volcanic soil in this area."

"Wait, there's something Gilligan left out," Mary Ann interjected. "There were some of those native markings on the rock, too. The ones that you always mention, Professor. You think that could've had something to do with it?"

"Perhaps the previous indigeneous population used it as a worship rock. Nothing uncommon in this area. I still doubt the rock could have caused unconsiousness as well as your supposed body misplacement."

"Now, hold on a moment, Professor. I've heard many sailor tales around the natives here, and I know that they place curses on island for people to find."

"What are you suggesting?" Mr. Howell asked.

"I think that Gilligan and Mary Ann really are telling the truth. They must have destroyed that rock when they dropped it and release some sort of native curse that made them switch bodies."

"How dreadful!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.

"Gilligan and Mary Ann switched bodies? Oh, imagine all the fun that would lead too." Ginger smiled naughtily and winked.

"Oh boy, switching bodies sounds fun. Like in comic books. But I don't like the sound of a curse."

"But how can we be cursed? Oh, please please help me, Professor!" Mary Ann pleaded on the verge of tears.

By now everyone had completely lost it. In addition to being woken up in the middle of the night, the talk about curses and switching bodies had set everyone off. The Howells were looking to the Skipper in confusion to explain everything again. Ginger was attempting to comfort a visibly upset Mary Ann. All while Gilligan was musing to himself about zombies and aliens switching bodies. Soon enough, the hut was filled with the noise of crying, talking, and yelling.

"Now everybody calm down!" The Professor shouted above all the commotion. The castaways turned to look at him. "All this about curses is nonsense. Just a bunch of superstition. There is no scientific proof to indicate that switching bodies is possible."

"Professor, superstition or not, you can't deny that they have switched bodies." The Skipper made a good point.

"That is just a psychological side effect of losing temporary consciousness."

"Fine, then prove that they haven't been cursed. Gilligan or Mary Ann, whoever it was, said there were native markings on the rock. Why don't you translate them and see for yourself."

"I suppose there would be no harm in that. Where did you say you found that rock, Gilligan?"

"I don't remember." A still crying Mary Ann in Gilligan's body said sniffling.

"Don't worry, we'll find that rock and I'll prove that you two have not been cursed. Why don't you two go back to sleep. I'm sure Ginger and the Howells can handle breakfast."

Ginger nodded and took off with the Howells to start breakfast. Then, the Professor and the Skipper left to look for the rock, leaving Gilligan to comfort Mary Ann.