Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I awoke with a start. My body was covered in sweat. I sat up in bed, my back aching, my head pounding as I tried to remember what happened. Last night was one big blur. Drinking. Dancing. Kissing. A man pulling me onto his lap. His hands were all over me and I didn't know what to do.My body felt like mush.
I had a splitting headache this morning. I think I must have fallen and hit my head last night. I could t remember how I got home but I remember walking through the door and collapsing onto my bed. The sheets were cool and comfy as I wrapped myself in them but I was burning up. It was like I was feverish.I could barely keep my eyes open but I knew I had to see my sister before I left the house.
But when i looked at a mirror in the hallway there she was mimiking my every move. I could see myself in her eyes. I could see my reflection in her eyes. I was a man and I had a woman's face. What the hell is going on?" I muttered to myself as I rubbed my bleary eyes. "Why am i in my sister body" i shouted as I jumped out of bed.
I ran to the bathroom, my legs aching, my head pounding. I needed to puke. Puke. That was all I could think about as I heaved my guts out. I felt better after I threw up but I looked even worse. My skin was clammy and sweat clung to my body.I was sure I was sweating bullets.
"Stop it," a voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I stared at my reflection in the mirror "You look fine."
"Bullshit," I muttered through clenched teeth as I tore my gaze away from the mirror and back to my bedroom door. "This is not me. This is not my body.This is my sister and she is in my body. This is fucking weird."
I slammed my fist on the door, my knuckles cracking, Tilting my head back I let the tears fall. They were tears of frustration and I didn't know what came over me. I never cried. I hated crying. It made me look weak and I hated being weak.I hated looking back at my reflection and seeing someone else staring back at me. I hated that look. It was the look of a man who has lost his way. Who has no control over his life and is at the mercy of others. That look belonged to my father and I hated him for it. He was the one who forced me into this body and now I was stuck with it. Then my sister now in my old old body came into the hallway saying "you look good in that black dress"
What the fuck salla i said he came closer then pulled me into a tight french kiss i should have hated it but it felt so good