It's Definitely Weird

Ten: Grace (Part One)

Reminder: Grace in a boy's body. 

"It's complicated." 

Grace's Point of View:

        All that weird 'Visiting Day' stuff was yesterday. Today, it's time for me to go home. Remember when I said that Visiting Day was the worst day of my life? Yeah, well, I lied. There's nothing worse than going 'home' to a random family, who may or may not be kidnappers, and still being called Lucas. 

        "Lucas, are you ready to go?" Emma knocked the room door, and came in. Her voice didn't sound as angry as it had been when I had rejected her.

        I didn't respond. 

        "Lucas?" She asked, staring at me, worriedly. 

        I just stared at her. 

        "Lucas?" Oh, yeah... That's me. 

     "Uh," I cleared my throat. Oops? Being called Grace for almost my whole life, then being called Lucas, was extremely confusing. "Yeah, I guess..." 

        I didn't have anything to pack; all I was wearing was a white t-shirt and some gray sweatpants that one of the older nurses had given me.

        As I changed into these clothes, I noticed a lot of things about...my new body: 

1. Some way, somehow, I turned into a boy. This thought still disturbs me. 

2. I had abs. As disturbing as this thought sounds, I was thankful that whoever the real Lucas was, had a good body.

3. I had short hair. Though I'm not sure what color— since someone had, stupidly, locked my bathroom door—, I missed my longer hair. 

4. I had strong arms. So, whoever this Lucas guy really is, he must've really taken care of his body.  

5. I was tall. I wasn't sure how tall, but I was definitely taller than how I was before all this 'body swap change' thing happened. I, kind of, enjoyed this height, but it was a bit weird since I was taller than most of the nurses in the hospital. I felt like a giant. 

6. I was— 

         "—Lucas, it's time to go," Nurse Emma interrupted my thoughts. 

        "Oh, who's picking me up?" I asked her, nervously. 

        She answered, standing right next to the door, not approaching me, nor close to the door, "Your parents." Parents. Parents. That word sounded... weird, somehow. Ever since Aaron was born, it had always been parent, as singular noun. It sounded... nice— Wait, I sure hope it's not that lady that criticized my wording for "Pa."

        I took one last look into the room that I had been staying in for the past three months, and awkwardly started to walk out the door— This, I was glad about: the nurses had finally let me walk by myself, thanks to Mia, as well.  

        "Wait!" Emma shouted.

        I turned back around, and then looked at her questioningly, "Yeah?"

        She walked up to me—and looked up at me, again, this was very strange, especially with my height—, leaned up, and kissed my cheek, very close to the corner of my lips.

        As soon as her lips touched my cheek, I flinched back; I covered my cheek with my hand, as if she had slapped me, and looked at her in horror, "What? What are you doing?"