Eighteen years. That's how long I've been alive and it was two years before that when these robots appeared. They were a short-haired duo, one black-haired boy, one blonde-haired girl. The boy looked like he was black since his skin was darker. Thought he was one of my ethnicity. The girl is white, but that's alright, because I've got plenty of friends the same color that are in the right. They don't kill like those two do. Oh. Maybe I should have mentioned that earlier.

The two of them go around killing people and blowing up buildings with these blasts from their hands, like that makes them cool or something.

All my life I'd been living in fear. I thought they were going to do something to my family. Hurt my mother, hurt my father, anything. I'm their only child so the line ends with me.

Those friends of the same color in the right, my best friend's white. Her name's Natalie. She has long brown hair, she's 5'8, and I really like her. When we were in middle school, she was the only girl that tried giving me the time of day. I'll always love her for that.

These androids though. They always had us in fear since we didn't know when they were going to show up. Natalie's father had this book in his basement, something about the Ginyu Force, this gang of space guys or something. Anyway, they had their powers in there and the Ginyu guy could switch bodies with whoever he wanted to if he just extended his arms and screamed out, "Change Now!"

I looked at that page more than anything else. I thought maybe I could switch with someone less weak. I'd never felt so helpless.

When me and Natalie went out last week to get some supplies for her family who I live with since my own parents don't care about me or care enough to check up on me,

It was while we were walking back with the groceries that I felt a sudden gust of wind brush past me. I was knocked down by it, turning around to see a beautiful face with blue eyes and blonde shoulder length hair appearing before me. She was wearing a blue denim vest and skirt along with a black shirt with white and black stripped sleeves with dark blue tights and brown boots. I tried to get back up, but she grabbed me by my throat.

"Honor my last request," I muttered while her hand proceeded to create a pink energy beam, subsiding after I got my words out and she dropped me to the ground.

It's very embarrassing to get picked up by someone shorter than you. I'm 6'1 and she just lifted me entirely in the air. I threw my arms out and she grabbed them both, almost as if she was going to break them. But I wasn't planning to be me for much longer so I didn't care.

"Change now," I shouted, a beam coming from my mouth entering into hers.

"John," Natalie screamed out.

He turned to her with an indifferent look. At least his body did. I was too busy coming to grips with being shorter and now wearing a blue denim vest and skirt along with a black shirt with white and black stripped sleeves with dark blue tights and brown boots.