He's a girl and She's a boy

Cross-Dressing Time 1: Behold 'Isa Moore'

Okay. This is just a story-that-popped-up-to-my-head kind of story.

I have always had a thing towards Gender-Bender stories. This is one of those kinds. Well, not exactly, but more like 'my-style' kind of kind. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

Warning: THIS STORY IS EXCLUSIVELY FICTIONAL. PLEASE FORGIVE MY WILD SILLY IMAGINATION.

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Isabella’s POV:

“Bella…I am not going to live anymore. My life is ruined. Please. Please Bella. I can’t live anymore. You know why. But you could live. Live. Live as me. I always wanted to become an International Successful Olympic athlete but I guess I can’t do that anymore. My dear Bella, please don’t stop me. My life is a wreck now. So…I will tell you my last wish like. It’s nothing like ‘I am the boss of an Italian Mafia family, take care of it or I will turn into a zombie and kill you.’ Haha, I am pretty pathetic in lighting up the mood, you know. Just…Please. Try being in my shoes. I am not telling you to die, of course. I just want…You know, my friends…They might do something stupid and Austin. I love him as much as he loves me. I doubt he will keep quiet about this.  Well, this is pretty boring, crappy, long speech. I will be going now, Bella. Forever.  Goodbye, Isabella Ava Briceidy. Take care,” Isadora finished her last speech as she jumped out of the apartment window.

“Dora!!!” I shrieked and ran to the window. I immediately saw her falling towards the ground, adjusting a smile at me while waving a goodbye.

You don’t need to die, Dora! You don’t need to! Why….Just why?

This is my entire fault. I should not have sent her to buy our project equipments. I should have just bore with the scolding from our fine art teacher tomorrow rather than sending Dora out.

I can’t cry. It somehow is too much throbbing for me to even drop a tear from my eyes.

No. No. No. This is just a nightmare.

That’s right, Bella. Calm down. I am just reading too much into this! She might have just been playing a prank on me like she always does. She must have pre-prepared some invisible or camouflage cushion-like thingy at the ground. That’s right. No one jumps from the 14th floor just like that.

Oh, for Pete’s sake, just get down the stairs and make sure if she is alright already, Bella.

I rushed downstairs. “Is she going to be alright?” I spoke aloud. Soon, I reached the front lobby. I dashed to the frontage of the atrium.

Reaching the lobby, I dashed to the garden and saw a group of people crowding on the spot next to ring-around. My hands hurled up into a fist as I punched out to the ground in frustration.

“Guess not,” My conscience spoke.

I sprinted towards the spot and charged inside the crowd. I shove them aside and rushed to the body lying down, with her eyes shut.

Is….she….Oh my God? Could she….be…..dead?

I reached out for her left arm, which was closer to me and then, took off her watch. I clenched her wrist, in an attempt to find her pulse.

I can’t….I can’t seem to…

Maybe I am just thinking too much! Maybe she is still alive and the next minute, she could be laughing at how I am crying over her act!