Note: Please be aware that this story's rating is T, meaning contains content not suitable for children. But that doesn't necessarily mean that you'll find contents not suitable for kids. I just want to make sure since this is still in-progress.

Switched

"They're much pushier these days." The same lady Lisa had given her book to said before completely walking away. Jackson smiled at the old lady, but it turned out to be a frown to his seatmate, Lisa Reisert.

Jackson straightened his head, slightly turned to Lisa, he said. "I didn't want this to get complicated, Lisa." He paused for a while, turned to his left and continued, "I have to assume she's going to read that." He said coldly.

Lisa's heart was beating fast. She felt like a lion was placed behind her –ready to turn her into its prey. "Read what?" Lisa asked, trying her best to pretend she doesn't know what he's saying.

Jackson moved his eyes to Lisa, but he didn't move his head. For a second there he tried to think of a plan –Anything just to have that book. Finally, he turned his head to her and knocked her in the head unconscious. But it turned out that the impact got him as well.

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Jackson could feel the heat from the window. The brightness of the sun caused his eyes a little soreness. He closed them back and stroked his forehead with his palm. He put his hand down, turned to his right and then slowly opened his eyes.

'What the…' He thought. He was surprised and couldn't clearly remember what happened last night. He touched his forehead again and asked himself why the hell his head is hurting. He turned to his left. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He was seeing himself. A mirror? No. He moved backward; back leaning against the wall. How could this? Why am I seeing myself? He thought to himself. He could not believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes and told himself that this is just a nightmare. And then Lisa's picture came to his mind. Where could she be? The awareness of Lisa running and asking for help made him anxious.

But that fear of loosing her was quickly replaced. Why am I seeing myself? He saw himself touching his forehead with his brawny hand. His eyes were closed. No, the man's eyes. His clone. He gulped and tried to move backward. But his back was already touching the wall. The man in front of him opened his eyes, revealing his distinctive blue eyes. No, they were his.

His heart kept throbbing but he couldn't breathe properly… he thought he was going to die here, like this. His clone turned to him. He didn't say a word. His clone's eyes were as wide as his right now, like an expression you'll get when you're stunned. The replica opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. What's going on? The replica thought.

The both of them began to think but end up looking at each other. The replica raised his eyebrows and broke the ice. "Who are you?" He said. Jackson didn't move or say a word. He kept looking at his clone. "Why do you look like me?" Jackson's eyebrows curved. He started to think about. Who's the real clone? He thought. Is he telling me that I'm the mimic? He licked his dry lips then tried to picture the scenes from last night. Strawberry, He thought. He licked his lips again and savored the same flavor. Strawberry.

This couldn't be. He thought. He withdrew his eyes from his clone then lifted his hands a little to look at them. Shit. He had his eyes fixed on a woman's hands; Lisa's feminine hands. He looked at the person staring at him without putting his hands—no, Lisa's hands down, he said, "Lisa?" He said softly only to make it sound like a whisper. The person in front of him had his confused look. "Jackson?" He heard his own voice except that he wasn't actually the one who said it.

"Oh God," Lisa's eyes widened more. "This is a nightmare, Lisa, so calm down." Is there any woman in the world who would be overjoyed to wake up one day and find herself trapped inside a man's body? The answer for that is no. "Oh God," She covered her mouth with her new masculine hand and closed her eyes. This can't be happening.

"Is everything alright, ma'am, sir?" There was a voice. Lisa and Jackson promptly looked up and saw a flight attendant. "You guys look startled." She said tenderly. Her eyes were covered with bewilderment. None of them spoke. Lisa being inside Jackson's body could only sit and stare at her seatmate –herself. The both of them blankly looked at each other while the flight attendant watches the both of them, bemused.

After five seconds, Jackson cleared his throat and said they're alright. "Well then, if there's anything else you need," The air attendant paused and turned her gaze at Jackson's physique for a second and turned her gaze back to Lisa. "Please don't hesitate to ask for assistance." She said with a smile then left.

Lisa swiftly looked at Jackson then said in medium tone, "Why did you tell her we're all right when we're actually 'not' alright?" Every time she speaks, all she could hear is Jackson's mannish voice. "What did you want me to say? Tell her we're not what we were supposed to be? That you and I exchanged body?" Jackson responded. His manly voice that has always been adored by girls was replaced with a feminine one. Lisa's voice wasn't bad at all; in fact he finds it very attractive, but just thinking of starting and ending the day inside Lisa's body could kill him right away.

Lisa looked away then looked back at Jackson who has her former image now. "What are we going to do then?" She asked helplessly.

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They got out of the airport and rode a cab to Lisa's house. The driver was constantly looking at the rearview mirror to check what his passengers were doing. They were so quiet that he thought they were planning something dire. He looked at Jackson from his rearview mirror and saw him looking out the window and not looking at his lady companion. He fixed his eyes on the road again and shifted his eyes back at the rearview mirror and looked at Lisa's form that made him notice her natural loveliness. She turned on the radio and a song called My traveling Star by James Taylor was playing.

My daddy used to ride the rails (so they say, so they say).

Soft as smoke and as tough as nails (Boxcar Jones, old walking man).

Coming back home was like going to jail.

The sheets and the blankets and babies and all,

no, he never did come back home, never that I recall.

The taxi driver thought they were lover's whose relationship is on the rocks. He couldn't bring himself to understand how a lady as beautiful as her would be neglected.

"So," He spoke. "By the way, what are you guys doing here? Are you here for vacation or something?" Jackson looked up at the driver with blank expression then said, "We're here to mind our own business and I thing you should do the same." He said gracelessly. It was obvious that the driver wasn't expecting something like that from the mouth of someone so angelic-looking. The driver nod and set his eyes on the road.

Never mind the wind, never mind the rain, never mind the road leading home again.

Never asking why, never knowing when, every now and then, there he goes again.

Jackson pouted his lips in annoyance and felt Lisa's stares. He turned his head to hear and saw her giving him a 'what was that for' look. He sighed in frustration and then ignores her.

She had a cat and a dog named Blue (my traveling star, my traveling star).

A big old stove and a fireplace, too (old road dog, young runaway).

She told me loved me like it was true.

I knew I should stay, I knew I would go.

Run, run, run away. Run, run, run away, boy.

Minutes have passed and they still haven't reached Lisa's place. "Are we there yet?" Jackson asked. He was starting to lose his temper. "Not yet, miss." The driver answered. He couldn't believe this is happening. It's like a nightmare, but only this one looks real to him. "Great," He lifted his petite hands slightly then frowned. "Just great!"

"Would you cut that out and stop acting like a six year old kid?" Lisa clearly said. She saw herself looking back at her with irritated expression. "Whatever." Jackson replied. The driver looked at the rearview mirror to have a glimpse at the two of them. Kids these days, The old man thought.

It was almost lunch time when they arrived at their destination. They got out and Mr. Driver took their luggages out of his car. Lisa looked at Jackson who was busily looking at their house. Oh well, Guess he won't mind if I pay for the cab. She smiled quietly and slid her hands inside Jackson's slacks. She felt something hard and she had to assume that it was Jackson's wallet. She took it out and opened it. "What the…" Her eyes almost popped out and came out of its socket. "You got to be kidding me…" She didn't exactly know what her reaction should be. "How did he manage to leave his house and fly to Miami without even bothering to bring money with him" She thought. "And what's the wallet for, clown head?" She closed the wallet and searched Jackson's pockets with his hands. "There must be something… there's got to be something." She signed and looked at the driver who was looking back at him. She turned her head and started to search for Jackson. He's gone.

"Your lady friend's already inside." The Driver said. "What?!" She turned to the driver and noticed he was giving her a 'pay me up' look. She smiled then looked at her wrist –Jackson's wrist. "Here, take this." She took Jackson's silver Rolex that was fixed on his left wrist. She took the man's hand and handed him Jackson's watch. "What? Hey, I can't take this." She ran to her house without giving the man a second look. "Hey! Is this thing real?" The man shouted. She turned around and shouted back, "I hope so." Then she entered the house.

"Good thing Jackson didn't lock the door." She thought as she closed the door. When she turned around, she heard glasses breaking. "Dad" She felt her heart skip a bit and wasted no time. She ran to where she thought the noise came from and was stunned to see her father and herself –No, Jackson laughing. "Don't touch anything, sweetheart. I'll handle this." Said his dad and walked away in search for a broom. "He didn't even see me…" Lisa thought. "Ah," She turned to Jackson when she heard her own voice. "There you are." He said smiling, but had to draw his smile back when he noticed his own face expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Lisa looked at him and said nothing. "Good." He paused for a second. "Do you still remember what we discussed in the airport?" He asked. Lisa nodded. Her face expression was blank.

"Oh," Joe Reisert came back with a broom in hand. "You must be Jackson." He supposed smiling. He placed the broom on the kitchen counter and walked to Lisa whom the old man believed to be Jackson. He reached out his right hand and shook Jackson's hand.

Jackson knew Lisa wanted to hug her father and tell her everything. But they made a deal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir." That was all she could say. The old man smiled then said, "Have you two had lunch?" He asked then continued. "My daughter is a good cook. She makes the best fettuccine in town." She heard his father boast about her kitchen skills. Well of course this isn't really the time to be flattered. If her father tells her—Jackson to make fettuccine, there's no doubt that everything will be nothing but a mess.

She doesn't even know if Jackson knows how to cook –or knows how to pretend to cook.

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Jackson made fettuccine and chicken breast soup for lunch which I can say was really good –truly the best fettuccine and chicken soup I've ever had. Well of course, the three of us had our buttocks glued on the couch the whole day while drinking dark coffee and answering dad's crossfire of questions like what do I—I mean…Jackson do for a living or where does he live and so on and so forth. And for dinner, Jackson made paella and smoked salmon –that's why I had to run to the nearest grocery store to buy free salmon. Good thing Jackson knows how to cook –he's a far better cook than I am actually.

Guess it wasn't that bad to be a guy after all. I mean… having a woman to cook you good food and let her wash the dishes while you sit around and watch your favorite show. Not that bad at all. Well… except the dreadful experience I been through when I went to the bathroom to pee. Absolutely the scariest part of my life.

So I guess I just have to assume that everything will be back to normal tomorrow. But before that could even happen, I have to hide the knives and get my father's gun so I can hide them before Jackson could see them first.

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