The Switching Arrangement

Chapter 12

Sleeping in during Sundays is a must and my dormmates usually agree with this. We will get up at the earliest - 10.00 a.m, with Cameron usually being the one to shake everybody awake.

So I'm very confused when the blaring of an alarm clock forces me awake at what I know to be way too early.

Must be Gabe's annoying alarm, I think. He always winds it up at night and doesn't wake up to turn it off in the morning.

"GABE! TURN THAT THING OFF! IT'S EFFING SUNDAY, FOR GOD SAKE!" I scream,grabbing a pillow over my head.

But the blaring continues, getting more annoying.

Ugh, am I the only one hearing this?

"GABE!" I yell once more.

Nothing. Still that ear-piercing screech from the stupid alarm.

I jolt from the bed to turn it off myself. "Are these guys deaf or something?" I mutter to myself, but loud enough so that someone could hear.

Only that there's nobody to hear it. When my eyes adjust to the dim light of the room, I see that my dormmates are nowhere to be found. Cameron is not sleeping on the bed next to mine considering there are no other beds next to me.

I'm not on my usual double-decker bed, but on a queen-sized one, in a room with only myself. I turn to my left and on the small table besides me, sits an alarm clock showing the time to be 8.00 a.m.

Where am I?

I reach out to turn it off and this is when I notice the small, almost hairless arm extending from my body. "What the...?" I ask, retracting my two palms in front of me, examining them.

Why are my hands so small? I move the fingers around. They're so slim and dainty, so far off from my typical bulky ones.

I turn off the alarm and then when I look down at myself, I'm met with something obstructing my view.

What in the world? I don't know how to say this exactly, but my chest isn't flat.

Cautiously, I poke the side of the bump on my chest with an index finger. "Oh!" I yelp as the soft flesh cushions the tip of my finger.

Slowly, I cup the cushiony things with my hands, feeling their weight around my fingers.

I can feel my eyes widen. Why the fuck do I have boobs???

Out of instinct, I squeeze them and instantly flinch at the sudden pain of the attack.

Startled, I quickly jump off the bed, feeling lighter than usual.

I then carefully access my bizarre situation. The room around me is painted in a shade of blue. While the walls are plastered with drawings, posters and all sorts of small decorations - nothing like my bland dorm room with bunk beds and lockers.

I look down at myself and surprisingly, I'm wearing pants; which is something I'm not used to doing. I go to sleep in only a shirt and boxers.

Plus, these aren't just one of my ordinary pants either. They're pink and lacy.

Did someone play a prank on me last night? Did some jackass put me in these clothes and somehow did something to make me look like... a girl? Even with how ridiculous that sounds, I can already think of a few names at the top of my head.

But then again, what about these things on my chest? They look so real. They feel so real. Even at this never-before seen angle, they look like legit - boobs.