Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Gilmore Girls".
Chapter 1
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Lorelai knew something was wrong from the moment she awoke. Her toes didn't reach the corner of the bed like they usually did, and her hair felt longer and less tumbled. She also noticed that her nails, which had been painted pink the night before, were now clear.
Blurry eyed, Lorelai wiped at her face, then stared back down at her hand as if she'd never seen it before. Her fingers were long and tapered…they looked so perfect…practically model worthy.
She began to fantasize about making millions of dollars by having her hand on the cover of magazines modeling 1-carat diamonds, princess cut bands and emeralds. She loved emeralds.
Dismissing the thought as quickly as it came, Lorelai yawned lazily and stumbled clumsily over to the bathroom mirror. The first thing she saw was Rory's reflection.
"Hey hon, what time is it?" She slowly turned around to face her daughter. Only she wasn't there. The room behind her was empty "Hey! What is this?" Lorelai turned back to the mirror. It showed Rory leaning over the basin, looking right back at her with a bewildered look on her face.
"Rory?" Lorelai mouthed the word. The Rory reflection did exactly the same. She struck a pose, which her daughter's image followed to perfection. "Oh I get it. This is a dream right?" Instinctively, Lorelai bent her head down into the sink and splashed her face with some water. In a dream, it would have had no effect, but the water was feeling far too cold to be a mere result of her creative subconscious. She looked back up at the mirror, refreshed and alert, confident that she would see her own face again.
Or maybe not.
"Gaaaaaaaah! Rory where the hell are you!" Lorelai came running down the stairs and almost tripped over the coffee table. The door to Rory's room was flung open to reveal an empty bed.
"Rory? Where are you? I think I had too much Chinese last night and I need you to tell me that I DID NOT see your reflection in the mirror!"
No answer.
"Rory!" Lorelai began to whine pathetically. This sucked. Where the hell was that kid? "Rory!" She ran into the downstairs bathroom. No Rory, except if she counted the one panicking back at her in the mirror.
"Ummmm okay." She scrunched her eyes closed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She tapped her bare feet together three times causing her anklebones to bruise. "There is no place like home." She opened her right eye and sneaked a look at the mirror.
"Damn."
Not giving in, she hurried back over to Rory's bedroom and dived under her cluttered desk. She had thought of a simple way to tell if she needed her eyes tested or not. Pushing the piles of books aside, she found Rory's school shoes.
"If the shoe fits…" Lorelai mumbled as she pulled on the shoes, and then gaped. They were a perfect fit. For once in her life, she had feet that slipped comfortably into a size eight shoe!
Except they weren't her feet.
"Coffee!" She announced as if it were the solution to her problem. She scuffled off the floor and hurried over to the kitchen, trying to ignore the straight smooth long hair hanging about her shoulders. It was bothering her because she knew for a fact that her own curly hair hadn't even been washed the night before, let alone straightened. It had to be a dream. It just had to be. She hoped that a hot drink would sort out everything.
It turned out that her home-brewed coffee did the exact opposite. As she tipped the rim of the mug to her lips, her shaky hand spilled some of its contents on her arm. The hot water burned into her skin as if daring her to pretend that she was still asleep.
The horrible taste of the drink settled it. "Okay! I get it! I'm awake, I'm in Rory's body and I'm officially an 'X-File'!" She screamed at the empty house. "Roll the introductory theme song already!"
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TBC
A/N The truth is out there. As far as I know, there are two other Freaky Friday type stories on this site, both focus on R/T. It was time someone did a JJ (That someone being me).
Chapter 1
***********************************************************************
Lorelai knew something was wrong from the moment she awoke. Her toes didn't reach the corner of the bed like they usually did, and her hair felt longer and less tumbled. She also noticed that her nails, which had been painted pink the night before, were now clear.
Blurry eyed, Lorelai wiped at her face, then stared back down at her hand as if she'd never seen it before. Her fingers were long and tapered…they looked so perfect…practically model worthy.
She began to fantasize about making millions of dollars by having her hand on the cover of magazines modeling 1-carat diamonds, princess cut bands and emeralds. She loved emeralds.
Dismissing the thought as quickly as it came, Lorelai yawned lazily and stumbled clumsily over to the bathroom mirror. The first thing she saw was Rory's reflection.
"Hey hon, what time is it?" She slowly turned around to face her daughter. Only she wasn't there. The room behind her was empty "Hey! What is this?" Lorelai turned back to the mirror. It showed Rory leaning over the basin, looking right back at her with a bewildered look on her face.
"Rory?" Lorelai mouthed the word. The Rory reflection did exactly the same. She struck a pose, which her daughter's image followed to perfection. "Oh I get it. This is a dream right?" Instinctively, Lorelai bent her head down into the sink and splashed her face with some water. In a dream, it would have had no effect, but the water was feeling far too cold to be a mere result of her creative subconscious. She looked back up at the mirror, refreshed and alert, confident that she would see her own face again.
Or maybe not.
"Gaaaaaaaah! Rory where the hell are you!" Lorelai came running down the stairs and almost tripped over the coffee table. The door to Rory's room was flung open to reveal an empty bed.
"Rory? Where are you? I think I had too much Chinese last night and I need you to tell me that I DID NOT see your reflection in the mirror!"
No answer.
"Rory!" Lorelai began to whine pathetically. This sucked. Where the hell was that kid? "Rory!" She ran into the downstairs bathroom. No Rory, except if she counted the one panicking back at her in the mirror.
"Ummmm okay." She scrunched her eyes closed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She tapped her bare feet together three times causing her anklebones to bruise. "There is no place like home." She opened her right eye and sneaked a look at the mirror.
"Damn."
Not giving in, she hurried back over to Rory's bedroom and dived under her cluttered desk. She had thought of a simple way to tell if she needed her eyes tested or not. Pushing the piles of books aside, she found Rory's school shoes.
"If the shoe fits…" Lorelai mumbled as she pulled on the shoes, and then gaped. They were a perfect fit. For once in her life, she had feet that slipped comfortably into a size eight shoe!
Except they weren't her feet.
"Coffee!" She announced as if it were the solution to her problem. She scuffled off the floor and hurried over to the kitchen, trying to ignore the straight smooth long hair hanging about her shoulders. It was bothering her because she knew for a fact that her own curly hair hadn't even been washed the night before, let alone straightened. It had to be a dream. It just had to be. She hoped that a hot drink would sort out everything.
It turned out that her home-brewed coffee did the exact opposite. As she tipped the rim of the mug to her lips, her shaky hand spilled some of its contents on her arm. The hot water burned into her skin as if daring her to pretend that she was still asleep.
The horrible taste of the drink settled it. "Okay! I get it! I'm awake, I'm in Rory's body and I'm officially an 'X-File'!" She screamed at the empty house. "Roll the introductory theme song already!"
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TBC
A/N The truth is out there. As far as I know, there are two other Freaky Friday type stories on this site, both focus on R/T. It was time someone did a JJ (That someone being me).