This is impossible! There is no way for this to have happened! How the fuck did I wake up as a girl!? The girl looking back at me in the mirror gives me perplexed and agitated looks, examining my entire face multiple times. I keep accidentally flinching and backing up when her face gets close but that just reminds me that the girl is me! It still doesn't make sense. I went to bed perfectly normal, then I woke up the next day somewhere else as someone else. Suddenly, I recognise the girl's face: it's the goddamn shy girl whose friend tried to take my seat yesterday!
WHY HER!?
...
Shit.
That girl must've been one of those silent kids that you're not supposed to trigger or else they'll shoot up the whole school, isn't she? And I must've triggered her, didn't I!? So then she did some weird occult or star sign shit on me for revenge, didn't she!?
... but what did she do?
I look down at my new body again, putting the mirror aside. I almost can't see my feet, and I start to feel guilty. I mean, I won't be able to experience this again - not from this perspective, at least. My body gets warm as my hand near my boobs-
"Allison, darling, are you alright in there?" an older woman's voice calls out, accompanied with a knock on the door. Never before have I flinched that hard, "You didn't oversleep, did you?"
The door creaks open.
A blue-eyed, brown-haired woman steps into the room. She's wearing an apron and pyjamas and her hair is in a bun. For some reason it looks nostalgic.
"Oh, so you are awake," she shines.
For some reason it sounded nostalgic.
"What are you looking at me so puzzled for, little lady? Aren't you going to come downstairs and eat breakfast? You don't want to be late for school."
"O-Oh, r-right," I mumble. I feel like a stalker overhearing a conversation I'm not a part of.
I walk past her - praying that she doesn't notice anything off about her daughter already - and look around. She's got a nice open house, I'll give her that. I find the stairs quickly and make my way downstairs, her mom right behind me like a prison guard.
I take a seat at the table.
"Isn't that Chad's seat?" her mom asks. Shit.
"U-Uh, yeah... o-oops," I mutter as my brain does calculations on which seat is most probable to be this girl's. In the end, I give up and decide the best, least suspicious course of action is: "I-I'll just sit here this morning."
The mom doesn't comment on that, and takes a seat on the couch in the living room corner. I grab a bowl sitting on the table and start eating cereal - the same brand I eat, coincidence - when suddenly I hear footsteps.
"Hey sweetheart, call's over," a low male voice announces, "My boss is calling me back to the office, so I won't be around for a few days."
Her mom responds playfully, stating how much she's going to miss this man. He remarks something back, equally as cheerfully. Then I feel his hand on my shoulder and I flinch. Another blunder...
"Ah, looks like you didn't oversleep. Good morning, Allison," the man smiles, looking down on me.
Her dad. She looks nothing like him.
"G-Good morning, dad," I mumble before tending back to my cereal.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asks, his smile faded into a somewhat stumped expression.
"Good... morning?" I repeat hesitantly.
"Oh, sorry," he looks puzzled for a bit, before composing himself.
Then he walks over to his wife and discusses something with her in secret. Did I fuck up that bad with 'Good morning'? I decide not to dwell on this any longer, so I pour the cereal down my throat and head back upstairs.
Finally I have some time to collect my thoughts, even though my mind is still just a mess of questions at the moment. 'What did this girl do?' and 'How did this girl do it?' are the biggest ones on my mind.
I need to find her.
'Where is she?' also comes up. If I'm her right now, then is she me?
I really need to find her.
I'll have to go to school, as a girl... as this girl... Fine, I'll deal with it! However, I don't want to have word spread about this nightmare situation, so I gotta act normal; I gotta act like her, at least; I gotta act like a girl, at least...
I look at her school uniform, particularly the skirt she must've prepared the evening before.
After trading my dignity in for guilt, I look at her hairbrush.
After gaslighting myself into finding my attempt passable, I look at her makeup kit.
Nobody will notice if I skip it, right? I mean, I didn't want to say it but she doesn't look too bad.
A few moments later, I say goodbye to her parents and leave the house.
YOU ARE READING
The Swap
Genç Kurgu"Where am I? This isn't my room. Wait, this isn't my voice, either! This isn't my body!" Allison Par is a timid girl. She just moved to a new town and her mom started dating a new man. Allison just wants him gone, but she's too terrified to speak up...
