Someone's In My Head (WATTYS AWARD WINNER 2015)

Alternative Ending (Chapter Thirty)

Author's Note:

Hey, Team SIMH! This chapter (along with the previous chapter and the next chapter) is a glimpse of the draft that I created (and discarded afterwards) when I first finished writing the ending for Someone's In My Head. The beginning of CHAPTER 29 might be similar to the actual version, but the whole idea is drastically different, so read on!

As you read through the following parts you'll realize the reason why I discarded these chapters -- the impracticality and the impossibility of this alternative ending were so high that it seemed almost comical. So, to entertain you guys, I decided to post them (three BONUS chapters)! Don't judge, just enjoy laughing! xD

#teamSIMH

I'm a girl.

I'm a girl.

I. Am. A. Girl.

I could say that for a hundred times for all its worth, but I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'm a boy's mind in a girl's body. A male consciousness trapped within a female body structure. Mankind's dream come true.

Not really, though.

I started touching myself. Don't get it the wrong way, though. I was just trying to determine what I'd gained and what I'd lost.

Okay, fine, I'm being a hypocrite. I admit that I acted out of curiosity. My hands traveled from my face down to my chest...

Now I know what you're thinking: Oh, Jarod, you pervert. But no, honestly, my hands didn't linger. With my heartbeat chugging away like a locomotive, my hands skimmed past those soft...marshmallows―ugh, that came out so wrong―and the next thing I know, they were moving down my slim waist. I don't know what stopped me. Somehow I felt disgusted by the idea of touching Layla's...assets without her permission. Although technically speaking, they were mine for the moment.

My abs were less obvious, but still felt quite refined for female standards. And even though I could feel a significant decrease in my upper body strength, my limbs were still lithe and supple, their reactions swift as a viper's. This girl worked out.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that Royce was gazing at me in awe and wonder like I was some rare specimen that he caught from outer space. I ignored him. Right now, there were more important matters than a curious Dr. Hammond.

The notion that troubled me the most was the disappearance of my beloved little Hampton downstairs. As my hands reached my crotch, all I felt was...nothing. Well, there was the fabled and cherished...skiddlyboop, but besides that it was just...air. I retracted my hands hastily, partly because I was horrified, and partly because I didn't want any randy thoughts to start barging in on my already-disturbed mind.

Suddenly, Phil's voice boomed inside me. "Where am I?" He demanded.

But before I could reply, Lenny was placating Phil. "Take it easy, man. Don't worry, you're safe."

"Guys?" I called out tentatively.

Phil recoiled into self-defence mode, but Lenny stood up carefully. "Hi. Who's there?"

"It's me, Jarod!" I spluttered. "What, did you get hit by a freight train or something? Why don't you remember―"

Then, Royce's words registered inside me. Their consciousness has just been manually triggered.

Manually triggered. That's basically equivalent to pressing the Master Reset button in a computer. Since I'm now stuck in Layla's head, these two Phil and Lenny here are completely different from the ones in my (Jarod's) head. Which means, they remember nothing regarding the conversations and adventures we had in the past two days. Perfect. Viva Interexchange-whatever-it-is, everybody.