I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I sighed.

"This is as good as its gonna get." I straightened out my black pleated skirt and rested my arms at my sides. I attempted to run my fingers through my long dirty blonde hair, but it only made it worse. I took out my comb and attempted to settle my hair. Unfortunately, my hair was naturally pin straight. I always attempted to re-create Miley's butterfly curls, but constantly failed leaving my hair in a frizzy mess. I didn't bother to curl it tonight. Joe always said he loved my hair, so I didn't curl it as much for our dates.

I don't know why I decided on a skirt. I hated skirts. I always did. I was a very shy person. I didn't like showing off anything. Mostly things I didn't have. I was small chested, and I had pale, boney legs. I hated my body in every way. And now I didn't have any time to change before Joe got here.

I heard the doorbell ring and took one last look at myself. I sighed and went downstairs. I opened the door to see Joe standing there. His jaw dropped as he looked me over quietly.

"Hi." I said trying to get his attention.

"Hi. You look amazing." He said. I blushed. He was trying to make me feel better. I know it.

"Ready to go?" I asked. He nodded. I grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

"So… I was thinking we could maybe catch a movie and then have dinner?" He asked. I smiled at him and nodded. He showed me to his waiting car. A '74 Mustang. He opened the door for me and I sat down inside. He smiled at me and turned the car on.

I ran into my room crying. Literally, tears streaming down my face. I currently had no idea why I ever thought he actually liked me. Joe Jonas. Why did I even fool myself. I sobbed into my pillow. I was hopeless. I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I rummaged through my drawers and found a pair of sharp scissors. I went back into my bedroom and sat down on my bed. I held out my forearm and pressed the blade of the scissors horizontally against the skin. It stung at first, but quickly faded as every thought and feeling evaporated into the air. I could feel a drop of blood dip down the side of my arm and wiped it off. I sighed. I threw the scissors to the side and fell back into the pillows.

Kill me now.

Zomfg.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

I can't believe i'm actuallly posting this!?

OK, so BE WARNED.

This story WILL CONTAIN...

1. Innaproriote Ideas, images and thoughts.

2. Sexual references up the wazoo.

3. VERY AWKWARD SEX SCENES.

4. A boy and girl switching bodies, resulting in pure chaos.

5. Self mutilation.

6. Normal rape and Technecally Incest rape. (OK, probably not)

7. Female bodily functions and uncomfortable situations.

8. Possible pregnancy.

9. Probable death.

10. All around WEIRDEST FUCKING STORY ON EARTH.

Ok, so my boyfriend and I are kind of teaming up on this (mainly cause i don't know that much about the point of view of a boy in these situations) and its been making us both very uncomfortable.

But, its kind of fun to write dirty stuff like this once and a while.

So, don't hate me for posting it, cause i've actually been shelfing this since January. (no, really I have.)

So... um... yeah...

P.S. Its a switching bodies story. (but extremly twisted.)

P.S.S. Sophie, Kat, anyone who I talk to on a regular basis... If you actually decide to read this, please go on MSN.

P.S.S.S. Sophie, Josh kinda doesn't hate you anymore. Feel happy about this.

P.S.S.S.S Um... i forget what i was gonna say for this one.

Oh, yeah. THERES A REASON ITS MATURE...

Love ya,

LIVI