I couldn't believe my eyes. Why am I in a different body, all while still seeing my own original? This body... this wonder boy... it's definitely me. But the person sleeping has been 'me' for the past seventeen years! These muscles are so vivid and alive, feeling the adrenaline rush through every corner of my system. Alas, it's not a dream. This is real life! Staring at myself sleep through a different body is oddly enough not the worst I've experienced, but it's definitely up there. I tried to search online for an explanation, yet I found nothing remotely similar to my situation. I wasn't insane and most certainly not dead.
"Should I call the police?" I asked myself worriedly, "actually, I shouldn't call the police. Who knows what they'd do to me in order to understand me. I guess there's only one person who'll help me solve this... and that's me." Reluctantly, I walked over to my sleeping body. I started to shake the body, trying to wake it up.
"Hey, hey. Excuse me. Please wake up." I said. Startled, I sat down. My voice was so deep and masculine, not even a hint of my previous voice was there. I grew tired of peacefully trying to wake my sleeping body up.
"Wake up!" I yelled as I slapped myself across the face, causing everything to go dark. Regaining my consciousness, I slowly started to stand up. I checked myself to see why I had lost consciousness so abruptly. To my surprise, I was back in my own body!
"I'm back... but it felt so lifelike, it couldn't have been a dream". Weirdly enough, I missed the new body, despite only knowing it for about 2 mins. As I started to walk, I bumped into something. It was the new body, sprawled out in the floor... sleeping. I began to feel fear again. Trying to wake up the new body, I shook it super hard and yelled. At the exact moment I roughly shook him awake, I woke up again but in the new body. I repeated this cycle all night, trying to get a better understanding of the current situation. I have no idea how or why this body was created and connected to me, but I can't tell nobody. I had finally cracked the code. If I fall asleep in one body, I wake up in the other one. Thankfully, the sleeping body doesn't wake up by itself, I either have to fall asleep of roughly wake myself up. Although, one body is sleeping all the time, it still needs it basic necessities like food, water, and bathroom breaks. In order to maintain both bodies in good health, I created a sleep schedule. Each body would be used in 12 hr intervals. The handsome body during the day, and the ugly body during the night. Although my bodies were sleeping, my conscious was awake 24/7. But when I change bodies, my brain feels refreshed as if I'd gotten 8 hours of sleep instantaneously. I let the new body rest and kept myself awake all night in my old body.
"School starts tomorrow... what should I do? Hopefully I don't run into that asshole Brendt again" I thought to myself, dozing off in the middle of each word.
"Unless..."
***3rd Person POV***
"Wow, is that Sam?" Asked a school girl.
"Yeah it is, he dyed his hair. He's cute" said another. Sam Gosling is a Toomes High sophomore. Dyed blonde hair, and with natural charisma. Sam obviously loved the attention he was receiving.
"They won't stop staring, this year is my time to shine as the best looking guy on campus" he smirked.
"He's really cute but he doesn't beat Joseph" said another schoolgirl on her way into the main hall.
Just then a tall figure whooshed past her, causing her to gape her mouth at what she had just witnessed. Murmurs were heard everywhere as the tall figure made its way through the crowd and into the building.
"Man, I look so damn fine today" said Sam vainly as he looked at himself in a passing window. Suddenly, someone bumps into him causing him to crash into the window
"Whoops sorry, didn't see you there" said the person
"Watch where your going dumbass" said Sam angrily, still looking at himself in the mirror
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't paying attention" he said. Just as Sam turned around, he to was astonished to see what was in front of him. Standing in front of him was a massive guy. Roughly 6'2 and insanely handsome. He almost looked like a model.
***1st Person POV***
To be honest, all I want with this body was not to get bullied. I hope that's not too much to ask for...
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Binary Understanding
Teen FictionHigh School freshman Bartholomew Stane is tired of his life. Constant harrasment about his appearance and his physical state, from as early as he remembers to the present day, have caused him to fall into depression and even wish death upon himself...
