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Chapter 4

Jaden's POV
After I looked out the window and thought about Jenna, it was 11:30, so I just laid in bed on my phone. My mom still wasn't home, and the note said she wouldn't be back until around 12:00. I changed into my boxers and laid in bed for about 12 minutes, then went to sleep.

The next morning
When I woke up, I was facing a ceiling that was painted pink. I said in my head, the hell... am I still dreaming? I sat up a little and looked around, seeing a completely clean room with nothing on the floor and a TV hanging in the right corner.

I said out loud, "Ok what the fuck is haa—"
I stopped, because instead of my voice, it sounded like Jenna's voice.

What the fuck... am I sick? I thought. I stretched my arms out, but the arms weren't mine—they were skinny and not hairy. I sat the rest of the way up, and when I stopped moving, my chest felt... heavier. Soft. Something was there that shouldn't be.

Blonde hair fell over my shoulders.

What the—my hair isn't this long, I thought, moving it out of the way. That's when I noticed I wasn't wearing my boxers. Instead, I had on short, soft sleeping shorts. And the top—some kind of white sleeping crop top—was hugging my chest.

When I touched my chest to adjust the fabric, my hands pressed into two mounds.

I froze.
What the fuck... I have boobs—why do I have boobs?

I looked down at myself—flat stomach, curves, the crop top stretched across a chest that definitely wasn't mine. And even without checking under the shorts, I knew something else was missing. The shape was wrong. The whole body felt wrong.

Holy shit... everything's gone.

I ran a hand over my face, and even that felt smaller, softer.

Okay—where the fuck am I? Why do I have boobs? Why am I in this room?

Then I noticed a mirror hanging above a makeup desk. I got out of the bed fast, stumbled a little, and walked over. The second I saw my reflection, I screamed—

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

It was Jenna.
I was Jenna.

"No, no, no—this can't be happening," I said, grabbing the desk. "What the fuck is happening? Why am I in Jenna's body? How did this happen, and where is Jen—oh shit."

I said out loud, "Wait... so if I'm in Jenna's body... then Jenna's in mine."

Her phone was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed it, turned it on, and it asked for Face ID.

"Fuck... how am I supposed to get into her phone without her face?"
Then I remembered—I am her face now.

When I tried to call myself, it said the number was blocked.
"Right... I blocked her after we broke up."

With nothing else to do, I opened her closet. The second the light came on, I saw basically a jungle of clothes.

"Fuck me..." I muttered, having no idea what to wear.

I kept the sleeping shorts on since they were already on me. I changed into a fresh pair of underwear without looking down too much, trying not to think about how nothing felt like my body. Then I grabbed some leggings and a short crop top. After changing, I went downstairs.

Jenna's mom was there.
"Good morning, Jenna."

I froze, then said, "Oh, uh... good morning, Mom."
(I wasn't used to being called Jenna.)

"Honey, your oatmeal is on the table."

"Okay... thanks, mom," I said, even though I hated oatmeal.

I sat down, took one bite, and spit it out immediately.
"There is no way people actually eat this shit," I said under my breath.

I checked the kitchen. No mom. I dumped the oatmeal into the trash and put the dish in the sink. Of course she walked in right then.

"Jenna, you must've been hungry."

"Uh... I guess, mom."

When I started leaving, she said, "Jenna, aren't you forgetting your dish?"

"Oh—right. Sorry, mom."
I washed it and put it in the dishwasher.

I went back to her room, brushed her teeth, then saw her hairbrush.
"Shit... guess I gotta do her hair."
Every stroke hurt.
"How do women do this?"

When I finished, I used her phone to text her friend Makayla, asking for a ride. She said she'd be there soon. Seven minutes later she texted that she was outside.

I grabbed Jenna's bag, said goodbye to her mom, who stopped me again:
"Jenna, your lunch! It's in the fridge."

"Oh—right, thanks mom."

I left, got in Makayla's car, and she immediately said, "Jenna, everything alright? You usually take your car."

"Uh... I guess I didn't feel like driving."

"Okay... So how have you been since you broke up with Jaden?"

"I—I think I'm fine. It was hard at first but... after an hour I got over it."

"Okay, well that's good."

I stared out the window, suddenly realizing something terrifying.

Jenna woke up in my body.
She got a ride from Tyler.
Tyler of all people.
And she was in MY body.

I swallowed hard.

Okay... as soon as I get to school, I'm finding myself.