Personality Exchange

The 1st Dream

Alfred's POV

A cold chill woke me up from the dreamless sleep I had. Slowly, I straightened my self up and slowly adjust from myself from the light buzz around the place the light from the window in my room. Then it stupefied me when I took my surroundings and I could see everything almost as clear as the day!

That's when I knew something is wrong, and seriously checked the place around. There's a notebook by the desk, where legibly written words are beautifully written in it. And I could read it without a sweat! Those neatly written cursive words, I could read them!

Am I bitten by some insect, for example, a spider or what? 

The heck! 

Then that means I'll literally turn into something like an awesome superhero for real,with some special awesometastic powers that I'll definitely abuse at some point?!

I stood up from the chair -it's not a swivel chair, just a regular boring one but it spins, even so, still not the happy chair- but stopped when I noticed that something's wrong. Well aside from my sight.

I kinda feel a bit lighter than usual. 

And smaller.

I also can't remember wearing thick white sweater over a black tee and not sweat my life off it. 

Then there's that tangy herb smell thingy all around the place.. I can even smell it on me asides from that something citrus-y scent. In front of me, a desk with a mac laptop on sleep, a lot of bond papers, and the black leather notebook -the one that I noticed earlier. On my right, a window seat with moss green and mocha brown pillows, viewing a somewhat busy London like street with the taxi and all view.

Hurriedly, I went to the bathroom just across the bed, and locked the door. I took a look at myself in the mirror at the sink. What I'm currently seeing, not sinking in.

"The heck..." Murmured to myself.

A mesmerizing shade of green eyes, caterpillar like eyebrows, pale skin, muscular yet slender frame, and choppy, messy light blond hair.

I look... Beautiful.

Though I'm still sure that I'm still a man, I just checked my chest, it's not a girlish type of beauty, but.... just beautiful.

I was startled when there's a loud knock on the bathroom door I was currently in, figuring it was a girl, based on her menacing voice.

"ARTHUR!!! I'M HERE FOR YOUR DEADLINE." the girl outside creepily shouted.

"Arthur...?" I was surprised to hear a British accent from me, making me grin.

"I'm Bond... James Bond." I giggled at that, but that ended when I heard a loud crash. Probably the bathroom's door.

"Arthur Kirkland... The manuscript..." she said seethingly.

"What..? Arthur... Kirkland..?!" ain't he the famous best seller mystery fantasy writer?! Mattie love his works, as long as I could remember.

"Arthur Kirkland?! Where's he?" maybe I could get an autograph for Mattie!

"Th...That won't work on me Art." She said, though she look calmer, she's still frowning.

"Huh?" She looked at me like I'm going nuts.

"Are you drunk again?" she asked. "You know, I understand your situation, but, you really need to stop drinking, Arthur."

"Why do you keep callin' me Arthur. The name's Alfred." I smiled at her, and this made her back away.

"You're smilling..." she mumbled. She then started to talk, or rather, mumble to herself, leaving me alone for a while to think.