Alright, so who am I today? Let's see. Long hair, breasts, I'm definitely a girl. I can't say whether I like being male or female better. I guess I've gotten used to be being both sexes. Having a period sucks. That's a disadvantage, but there are also some disadvantages to being a guy. Having to play a sport I barely know how to play isn't fun. I think Rhiannon likes me more when I'm a guy. I want to try to kiss her as a girl sometimes. I know she loves me, but can she still love me when I'm in a girl's body?
I looked at my hands. I appeared to be of East-Asian descent. Of course, it was possible that I could be mixed-race because I had been before. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was pretty. Of course, there were a few scars on this body, which was strange. I would have to search her memories to see if I could find out how she got them.
I began to search for her phone. I hoped that she was someone with a phone. I hoped that I wasn't in Amish country again. Yes, I learned to appreciate them a little more, but the lifestyle wasn't for me. Besides, I couldn't record who I was if I couldn't take a picture of myself. However, before I found the phone, I knocked over a notebook. I opened it up feeling that it would help me understand this girl more. Oh fuck.
No, no. I've been inside someone like this before. I started to scan her memories. It was bad. I couldn't believe it. I was inside someone who wanted to kill herself. I didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do? Should I check myself into a psychiatric hospital? Should I tell someone? I knew her dad was gone on a business trip and her mom was dead.
All I could think of was this was the worst thing that ever happened to me. This was worse than being Rhiannon. I needed to contact her. I didn't know what to say to her. I didn't know what to do. It was my mission not to interfere with the lives of the people that I inhabited, but I wasn't sure if this girl would even have a life for very much longer. I frantically began to search for the phone before I finally found it.
I needed to calm down. I decided to take a shower and I probably did need to go to school. I had to figure out what school Kelsea went to. Kelsea that was my name for today. Once I was in the shower, I could see all of the scars on her body. I didn't understand how someone could hurt herself like this. Maybe I was able to scan her memories, I could at least determine why she was depressed and suicidal. I really wanted to save her. I did.
I finally texted her Rhiannon. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if someone looked at her phone and saw all of the texts from these random numbers. I wanted her to call me as soon as she got done with school.
School was weird for me. Kelsea didn't have any friends. I had gotten used to being alone. I thought about maybe trying to make a friend, but there wasn't a point considering that she wouldn't remember them. Was there seriously a way that I could save her without messing up her life. Granted, her life was already messed up, but who was I to play God. Maybe someone would be able to save her without my help.
After school, I got the call from her.
"I got your text." She said. "What's so bad about this person you are?"
"I think it would be better if I showed you." I explained. "By the way, today I'm Kelsea."
I gave her Kelsea's address. I wished that I could do something so she could get her own car, but messing with someone's finances was probably the worst way I could mess up someone's life. Not to mention, the car would probably be repossessed or Rhiannon could end up arrested.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so pretty." She admitted. Maybe she was attracted to girls.
"The prettiest I've ever been was when I was you." I pointed out. If the situation wasn't so serious, it would have been a good time to make a move. "But my appearance isn't important considering what I found."
I took her inside, holding her hand. I wondered what she thought of my hands… or Kelsea's hands.
"I've never been a person like this before." I admitted as I handed her the notebook. "I've never been someone suicidal. I don't know what to do."
The other thing that I had never been was pregnant. I had even both male-to-female and female-to-male transgender.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes." I answered. "She has everything planned out. She might have even been planning to do it today. If her dad finds her pills, she plans on driving into traffic."
I realized that I could flushed the pills and lost her keys, but she had other ideas in case either of those failed.
"You can save her." She remarked. "What if you enter these people's bodies because you're needed there."
"Why I need to enter your body then?" I challenged. I was pretty sure that everything was random. It wasn't fate. One could say that it was fate that led me to her, but I didn't think that way. Of course, the first time I met her was when I was her friend Rebecca. That was when I wished that I could be with her.
"Well you did help me talk to my dad." She pointed out. "You did change my life and you can change Kelsea's life too. You would be doing her a favor."
"But who am I to decide if she lives or dies?" I questioned. I couldn't think of any reason to justify letting her kill herself, other than not interfering, but that was a reason. I could also end up making things worse by interfering.
"Well what would you do if you found that the person you were wanted to hurt someone?" She inquired. "Would you turn yourself in?"
"Yes." I answered. I knew that I would feel guilty if I was someone killed someone after I left their body. I supposed that I would feel guilty if I let Kelsea go through with it when I knew I could save her.
"Well this is the same thing." She stated. "You can save her life. Is it really that bad if you end up changing someone's life for the better?"
"There's no guarantee that anything that I do will stick." I argued. "Other than having her committed, she would go right back to her normal self tomorrow."
"Can't you try to push back, so you stay in control?" She asked. "Maybe you can stay in control of her for one more day. You can talk to her dad and he can help her."
"I don't even know if I can." I replied. "I've never been the same person two days in a row before."
"Well I have an idea." She suggested. "I'll stay here. I'll be here at midnight. If you're not able to retain control, I will do whatever I can to save her."
"So, I have one question for you." I stated. Her idea sounded like it could be a win-win. The only downside was that Kelsea may try to hurt Rhiannon. "Have you ever kissed a girl before? Not on a dare or anything, but really kissed a girl?"
"No, but I am willing to try it." She declared. I pushed her hair out of her face and we slowly pressed our lips together. I had kissed quite a few people, but I had never had sex. It just felt wrong for me to force someone to have sex. I knew it was definitely wrong to take someone's virgin when they didn't have a say. I had never masturbated because it also felt wrong. I had to respect the person's body I was in.
That night, the two of us sat in Kelsea's bed. I really hoped that it would work. Maybe I would be able to stay in her body. I looked at the clock and saw it was 11:59. I then felt the usual presence trying to push me out. Only this time, I put all of my might into trying retain control. Her eyes closed, but I was able to open them back up.
"It worked." I said.
Kelsea's POV
Okay, I don't know who you are, but if you want my body, you can have it. I wasn't planning on keeping it much longer either. You better get used to being me, A. Wait, where am I going?
So, I saw the movie and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a possible way A and Rhiannon could be together. What will happen when A realizes the magnitude of what happened? Please don't forget to review. Oh, by the way, Kelsea is played by Paris Berelc here.
