It's Definitely Weird

Six: Grace & Luke

*The points of view are: Grace (Grace in a boy's body) and Luke (Luke in a girl's body).

"Is my nose really that big?"

Grace's Point of View:

After another two weeks of being called 'Luke' and dealing with... a little... wiggly, Dr. Ross had finally let me stand up and attend therapy groups.

"...then you'll just talk about what you remember, before the accident or after, it doesn't matter," Mia explained.

"Who's going to be there?" I asked, while carefully walking to the room labeled 'Therapy.'

She answered, "Just you, Dr. Miriam, and maybe another patient."

We stood right outside of the door, and both looked at each other.

"Alright," Mia smiled, "it's your turn to go in."

I took a deep breath— it couldn't be that bad, right? But I had a bad feeling about this—, and opened the door.

I slowly walked in and saw a lady, Dr. Miriam, and a girl.

Dr. Miriam smiled at me, "Hello, Lucas, come sit down with us," and gestured for me to sit in one of her chairs.

The girl turned around, and I saw... me? She had the same features. The girl had wide eyes, which mirrored mine.

Out of all the thoughts running through my head, seeing myself as a different person, the one that stood out was: Is my nose really that big?

. . . .

Luke's Point of View:

I slowly grasped the door knob, with this tiny little girl hand, and entered Dr. Miriam's therapy room. Since I was in a coma for such a long time, it was required to take some type of psychology or therapy session to help me gain my memory back.

I opened the door and walked inside. The office had about six gray chairs around the walls, and one big window behind her desk, which lay straight across from the door. Dr. Miriam was a forty-year old woman with bright red hair.

She smiled at me, "Hello, Grace," Again with the 'Grace'! ,"Why don't you sit down." She gestured to the chairs around her small office.

I took a seat, and rubbed my sweaty palms against the hospital gown— I had a bad feeling about this.

"How are you—" Dr. Miriam started to speak but got interrupted by the door opening.

Cautiously, a boy, around my age, walked into the office. He looked exactly like me.

"Hello, Lucas, come sit with us," Dr. Miriam talked to him.

He was me? What? What the hell is going on? I looked at him— er, me— with a horrified expression and wide eyes.

I took in every detail of this 'person' which was me...? This is getting very confusing.

Another detail I took in, was: my nose. Was my nose really that big?

Thoughts on Grace and Luke seeing each other?

Or on the size of their nose?

(Unedited).

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