Spilling Secrets in Bed (WITWContest)┆✓
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I've made a lot of questionable decisions in my life.
Trying to bleach my eyebrows? Mistake.
Dating Justin Dobrowolski? Huge mistake.
Buying a second-hand mattress for forty bucks? You thought I'd say hugest mistake...nah!
When have I ever been able to resist a bargain?
And it was the perfect size for my frog-painting studio.
Sure, I thought I might get bed bugs but I didn't expect a bed ghost-a talking mattress which knew everyone's deep, dirty secrets.
Oh, it's hilarious at first, until it wasn't.
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~ I got up more carefully and ran looked around the room for an adjoining bathroom. When I found it I looked into the mirror and was horrified. My curly strawberry blonde locks were replaced by jet black hair and my bright green eyes by a deep blue. I was way way taller now and not exactly muscular but I had a lean kind of muscle. I. Am. A. Guy. THERE IS SOMETHING HANGING OFF OF ME! ~ Ok... I have to change his pants to go to school. I swallowed hard and walked back into his lavish bedroom. I didn't notice it before but this guy must have been loaded his bedroom is huge and it looks expensive. I went to his closet and took out a random t shirt and slipped it on. Than I took out some jeans. I have to change his pants now. As in take the pants off and put on a new pairs. This is a guy's body. I shut my eyes tight and took off the sweatpants. Than I blindly grabbed hold of the jeans and shimmied them on. I DID IT! I opened my eyes and realized....they were on backwards. Fucking Thursday. ~ Molly was the popular girl. Jax was a loner with a chip on his shoulder. They knew nothing of each other nor did they want to. But one fateful Thursday morning they wake up in the other's body. Now they need to figure out how to deal with eachother while fighting their growing feelings. ~
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