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Disclaimer: I do NOT own W.I.T.C.H.
"So how are you and Matt?" Irma Lair teased as she and her friends walked to the break-off point where they would all head their separate ways home. They had all had a fun day at the park, eating ice-cream, talking, and watching their boyfriends play basketball without shirts on. Well, except for Irma who didn't have a boyfriend, so she settled for staring at Andrew Hornby run around with his six-pack.
"Good," Will Vandom replied with a smile. Just thinking about Matt, her boyfriend, always brought a smile to her face.
"Just good?" Irma asked with a raised eyebrow. "No juicy gossip or anything?"
Will blushed. "Nope, just good."
Irma giggled, noticing Will's blush. "Oooooh! Will's been a naughty, naughty girl," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "What have you been up to, Will?" Will blushed even more.
"Oh, leave Will alone, would ya Irma?" Cornelia Hale scolded, flipping her long silky blond hair. "Like we all didn't notice you staring at Andrew Hornby and his six-pack."
"Yeah, you were practically drooling," Hay Lin added, giggling.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't the only one drooling. Isn't that right, Taranee?" Irma responded with a smug smile as she looked over to one Taranee Cook.
Taranee blushed. "Hey, what can I say? Nigel is really cute." Especially with his shirt off, she thought added.
"And I bet he looked even cuter with his shirt off, just like Matt, Eric, Peter, and especially Andrew," Irma stated, smiling.
"Yeah, Eric did look pretty dreamy, didn't he?" Hay Lin said with a glazed over expression. Just thinking about Eric made her heart beat faster.
"And Peter, too," Cornelia pitched in, thinking about her boyfriend and his nicely toned body.
"Hey, what's over there?" Will suddenly questioned, pointing over to an alley between a shoe store and pawn shop. There was some kind of weird bluish light reflected on the shoe store wall.
"Do you think it's a fold?" Taranee whispered just loud enough for her friends to hear. Folds were like portals to other dimensions, and it was part of W.I.T.C.H.'s job to close them.
"There's only one way to find out," Irma replied as the five of them raced to the alley to indeed see a cackling blue vortex (a.k.a. a fold) right next to a gross dumpster filled with shoeboxes.
"Will, the portal we have to -" Hay Lin started, but was interrupted by a blinding flash of light that knocked them off of their feet. They all felt like a weird vibrating numbing feeling, but after a few seconds, it passed.
"What happened?" Will groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"I don't know, but that was pretty spacious," Hay Lin said, leaning against the pawnshop wall in the alley.
"It felt like I was in a very hyperactive massage chair," Irma said, shaking a little.
"My hair," Cornelia mumbled, trying to get little pieces of sticks and mud out of her hair.
"Guys, the portal is gone," Taranee stated, staring at where the portal was before the flash of light.
"Maybe the flash of light closed it," Hay Lin suggested. "Maybe it's an ally."
"Then, how come I'm getting a bad feeling about this?" Taranee murmured with her arms across her chest.
"Listen, whatever happened, it's done and gone," Will said, standing up and dusting herself up like the rest of the girls were doing. "The portal is closed and there're no bad guys here, so our work here is done. Let's all just go home and rest for school tomorrow."
"Yeah, let's go home," Irma agreed as the girls started to head out of the alley. "Cause I need a serious bath," she said, looking down at her dirt covered clothes, while they walked.
"And I need my beauty sleep," Cornelia mentioned as they turned a corner in the sidewalk.
"Well, see you guys tomorrow," Will said, waving as she and Taranee headed left, while Irma, Cornelia, and Hay Lin turned right.
"Bye!" Hay Lin called out, her black pigtails swishing in the air.
"Adios guys!" Irma hollered, draping an arm around Hay Lin's shoulders in a friendly way.
"See ya!" Cornelia waved.
"See you guys at school tomorrow!" Taranee yelled, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. She then crossed her arms over her chest in a nervous way. She had a horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen. But she had no idea what.
"Nope. Not it. Not this. No. Nope. Not it."
Will groggily woke up from someone talking. "Shut up, Louis," Will mumbled to her alarm clock. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Louis? Who's that? A new boyfriend?"
No, it can't be, Will thought. Is that... "Lillian?" Will asked, rubbing her eyes and then opening them to see a small, short blond girl, who looked a lot like a younger version of Cornelia. "What are you doing here?" Will gasped. My voice, she thought. It's different.
"I'm looking for my doll," Lillian answered, going through the closet, messing everything up in it. "Because I couldn't find it earlier."
"What?" Will questioned still confused. "I mean why are you in my apartment?"
"Just because you're older doesn't mean that it's your penthouse," Lillian said, throwing various clothes out of the closet and onto the floor. "I live here too, you know."
"What? Since when did you move in with us?"
Lillian turned around to stare at Will. "Stop playing around, Cornelia. That was really mean."
"Cornelia? Where is she?"
"She's right there," Lillian answered, pointing. "Sometimes you're really stupid," she added quietly.
Will sat up and looked at where Lillian was pointing. She looked everywhere around the room, and then it hit her. Lillian was pointing at her! Will got out of the bed and walked over to the mirror in the room. She gasped. Her shorter red hair had been replaced with longer blond hair, and her eyes had turned blue. Not to mention the fact that she was now a couple of inches taller. Will raised her right arm and watched as the 'Cornelia' in the mirror did the same thing. Next, she raised her left arm and the 'Cornelia in the mirror did that, too.
Will screamed as the realization hit her. I'm in Cornelia's body! She mentally squeaked.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Slam!
Cornelia slammed her hand onto her alarm clock as she slowly sat up. She yawned and stretched her arms. She groggily got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen still half-asleep. She reached for a mug from the cabinet and poured herself a cup of coffee tiredly. She sat down at the table and took a sip when...
"Hey, little sis. Are you ready for school today?"
Cornelia spat out her coffee onto the table in surprise. "Peter?" she asked flabbergasted. What was her boyfriend doing in her penthouse?
Peter walked over to the table laughing with some paper towels. "Yeah, that's my name," he said, smiling, as he started to dab at the coffee mess on the table.
"W-What are you doing here?" Cornelia asked even more confused than ever as Peter threw away the damp paper towels in the trash can in the kitchen.
"Eating breakfast with my little sister," he answered, showing off his pearly whites. Cornelia felt butterflies in her stomach until his words registered.
"Little sister!?" Cornelia questioned. Was he talking about Taranee? Suddenly, she put a hand over her mouth. Why does my voice sound different? She asked herself. It sounds an awful like...
"Wow, you're really funny, Taranee," Peter laughed.
Taranee! Cornelia thought. She felt her head, hoping to feel long hair, but was met with short hair and a single braid with beads. She then looked down at her body to see that her skin was darker.
Cornelia screamed. I really am in Taranee's body! She thought panicked.
The delicious aroma of food cooking filled Taranee's nose as she slowly got up. She yawned and stretched before scratching her back sleepily. She pulled her covers off as the sound of pans and pots clanked around noisily downstairs. She got out of her bed and tripped, landing face down onto colored pencils and alien plush toys.
What the heck? Taranee thought confused. She looked behind herself to see that she had tripped over some comic books and markers.
"Alien plush toys, comics, colored pencils," Taranee said, getting up. "Where did all of this come from? And how did my room get so messy?" Her eye widened. What's wrong with my voice? She thought.
Taranee walked over to the window and opened it. She gasped at what she saw. For outside her window was a giant sign for the Silver Dragon.
"If this is the Silver Dragon, then I must be in Hay Lin's room!" Taranee concluded, closing the window and looking around the room at all of the art and sci-fi stuff. Now the question is: how did I get here? she wondered to herself. And where's Hay Lin?
Taranee wondered to the bathroom and felt her stomach jump to her throat at what she saw.
A face with long black hair and almond shaped eyes stared back at her in the mirror. Taranee screamed, clutching her face as she watched 'Hay Lin' do the same. I can't believe I'm in Hay Lin's body! She thought shouted.
Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!
Hay Lin yelped awake as she felt someone jumping on her back and laughing loudly. Could that be Phobos? she asked herself. Maybe. Who else could be attacking me while I was sleeping?
Hay Lin jumped out of bed to face the perpetrator only to see... "Chris!?" she questioned shocked and puzzled. "What are you doing here? And what happened to my voice?"
"Waking you up for school," he answered casually, like he hadn't been stomping on Hay Lin's back a few moments ago. "Dad told me too. As for your voice, it sounds as annoying as always."
Hay Lin's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Dad? You mean Mr. Lair?"
"No, I mean Mr. Smith," Chris replied, still hopping on the bed. "Of course, I mean Dad."
Suddenly, Mr. Lair walked into the room. "C'mon, Chris, you need to get ready for school," he said, pointing to the doorway. Chris stopped jumping on the bed and ran out the door. "And you too young lady. School starts in an hour."
Hay Lin looked around the room to see only herself and Mr. Lair. "Are you talking to me?" Hay Lin inquired, pointing to herself.
"You are the only Irma around here," Mr. Lair responded, turning around to head out of the room. He stopped in the doorway. "Don't forget to brush your teeth," he added before leaving.
As soon as Mr. Lair was gone, Hay Lin rushed to the dresser mirror to see Irma starring back at her. She waved to the 'Irma' in the mirror and gasped when 'Irma' did it at the exact same time and with the exact same arm as she had.
Hay Lin screamed, falling onto her buttocks. What am I doing in Irma's body!? She thought screamed.
Riiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg!
Irma rolled over onto her stomach before slamming her fist onto the alarm clock. She then pulled her covers up and burrowed her head into her pillow.
"Wake up," a voice said, causing Irma to mumble and pull her blankets over her head. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
Irma mumbled something before sitting up and yawning. She groggily stretched and scratched her back before heading to the kitchen for some cereal still half-asleep. She got a bowl from the cabinet and poured a box of some kind of cereal into it. Next, she opened the fridge and poured some milk into her cereal.
"Ah, milk and cereal," a voice said in a British accent. "Very good choice, Will."
Irma, definitely still partly asleep, didn't catch the last part of the sentence and instead went to sit at the counter to eat her breakfast. I wonder where's Chris, Mom, and Dad, she thought, taking a bite of cereal. Normally they're down here by now...
"Good morning. Are you excited for school today?" Mrs. Vandom asked, walking into the kitchen already dressed and ready for work, causing Irma to choke on her cereal.
"W-What?" Irma coughed, looking up at Mrs. Vandom. "What are you doing here, Mrs. Vandom?" And what the heck happened to my voice? She thought, rubbing her head.
"Mrs. Vandom?" Mrs. Vandom inquired, raising an eyebrow. "That's new."
"Not really. I call you that all the time," Irma replied, getting some napkins to pick up her cereal and milk mess on the counter.
"No, you normally call me Mom or Mommy, or Mother... But mostly Mom."
"Why would I call you that?"
"Maybe because I'm your Mom," Mrs. Vandom said with a look that said: isn't it obvious?
"What?" Irma asked, dabbing at the counter mess. "What are you talking about?"
"Will, will you stop playing games. This isn't funny."
Will? Irma thought still confused. Why is she calling me Will unless... She suddenly got up from her seat and ran back to her room. She gasped. The room was filled with frog themed items of all kinds and an alarm clock that was being way too bossy.
No, this isn't happening, Irma thought desperately. This isn't possible. She reached up to her head, hoping to find medium length wavy brown hair but only found short red hair that was sort of in a bob.
Irma screamed. I'm trapped in Will's body! She screamed internally. But at least now I have a boyfriend, she added as an afterthought.
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