When I woke up, I had no clue as to where I was. Well, I knew I was in a shop of some kind, but that was about it. I seriously have no idea why I'm friends with Maisi, she always does this. Last time I was drunk, she left me in a park to teach me a lesson. I have never been more afraid of birds in my life.
I sat up, and had a good look around. I appeared to be in the lingerie department of a clothing store, how odd. I looked down, and realised I wasn't wearing what I was before. I was wearing a dark grey coat, with a pink belt. The bottom of the coat flared out like a skirt. Pair it with thigh length leggings and ankle boots, and you had one thoroughly confused Justine.
I got up and had a bit of a wander. The shop was closed, so I couldn't just leave. Apparently the store was called Henricks. Weird, I'd never heard of it. Maisi had dragged me through most of the shops in Canberra. I looked out the window, and gaped in shock when I saw where the shop was located. I was in bloody London, I recognise it because of Mum. She always wanted to go to London, was obsessed with it. But how the hell did I get here? Maisi was really taking this too far. How did she even pull this off? She's a blonde bimbo, not a genius, 'cause it would take a genius to pull this off.
I stared out for a little longer, before I noticed something even weirder. And I'm not ashamed to say I screamed.
Back in Australia, I was one of the more attractive people, with a small lithe dancers build, silky brown hair, and blue eyes. I was athletic, having been dancing most of my life. It was my job to dance. In any way possible.
Now, I could tell I was taller. I was at least 5"11. That was monster size compared to my old measly 5"4. My lovely old hair was short and spiked up. My eyes were almond shaped, and would look great with eye-liner. I had thin lips, and sharp cheek bones. Seriously, you could cut your hands on these. My jawline was strong and squared, and I had a short neck. My chest was quite small now, but my legs looked great. My fingers were thin, yet strong looking, and I had quite a bit of muscle mass. I had a silver ring in my nose, and what looked like the beginning of tattoo on my shoulder. It was a bit odd with the height and lack of chest, but I though I looked great.
Now I know Maisi didn't do this, I mused, while checking out my new look. I looked a bit boyish, but I felt sort of comfortable in my new body, like I belonged in it. I wonder if my personality changed too? If it did, I was looking forward to finding out. I mean, judging by the evidence I was less high strung. Normally I would be screaming my head off, but I was mostly calm. So far, I was liking this change. But I would seriously like to get out of this shop, so I began pounding on the door like a lunatic. Several people gave me odd looks, but didn't help me.
Fine, I'll do it the hard way, I thought. I looked around the shop a bit, till I found a hammer in my pockets. No idea how it fit, or why it was there, but I thanked every god out there for it. I went back to the door, and prepared myself. Maybe if I run fast enough, they won't be able to see me and demand the non-existent money I have to fix the glass door. That being said...
I smashed the hammer into the door, shocking some people, before I made a mad dash to somewhere. Where, I had no idea, but I was having fun. And I didn't drop the hammer! Score!
I kept running, until I arrived at a block of apartments. Well this is useless. Maybe my pockets have something useful in them. A rubber duck, a pair of pants, an eye glass, a mirror and a pair of red heels. I eyed the heels with disgust and slight confusion as to why they were in my pockets. Apparently I wasn't a heel person anymore. Too bad, I would look good in them. Last but not least, there was a piece of paper with the words 'Find Rose Tyler.'. I looked at it in confusion. How the hell was I supposed to find Rose Tyler? I suppose I could yell really loud. That normally works.
And that was how I found myself yelling 'Rose Tyler!' at the top of my lungs, while walking up and down the hallway of the apartment blocks. It looks like I'm a tad eccentric. Makes me wonder what were the downsides of this body. Was I afraid of spiders? Or something ridiculous as Puppets? How would I react in certain situations? Maybe I have a really short temper, or I'm ridiculous at acrobatics? I was pretty athletic, I could tell. What if I was a rambler, or just some idiot?
My yelling got some very odd looks, but eventually a blonde women came up to me. I looked at her. She was shorter than me by a few inches, and had blonde hair to her shoulders. She was pretty.
'You were calling for me?' she asked, with her arms cross. I tilted my head.
'Was I? You're Rose Tyler?' I stated. I noted I had an British accent now.
'Yes I am,' she confirmed. I smiled.
'Good. My names is Justine Mont, I'm homeless, and received a note stating I needed to find you,' I said, handing her the note. Blunt.
'So you went around screaming out my name,' she stated disbelievingly.
'Worked, didn't it?' I smirked. She huffed.
'Yeah, I suppose so. But why me?' she asked.
'Well, you seem like a nice girl. Pretty, too,' I winked. She blushed.
'Down girl, I've got a boyfriend,' she said.
'Lucky him,' I smirked. Yep, messing with people is fun.
'Yeah- I mean no- I mean-!' she stuttered.
'Breathe Rose, I'm kidding,' I said, letting go of the joke.
'Good,' she breathed.
'So can I come over?' I asked bluntly.
'No!' she said quickly. I pouted.
'And why not?'
'Because you can't!'
'Why can't I?'
'I can't just tell my Mum that I found a girl shouting my name and decided to bring her home!'
'Why not? It could be fun,' I gave her a smirk.
'Shut up.'
'No, I will say what I want, when I want.'
'Never said you couldn't.'
'You implied it. And good luck with getting me to shut up. I'm impossible to shut up. I can ramble on for hours about nothing at all. Like, for instance, do you know a tomato is a fruit? Well of course you do, you're not stupid. Though, you to look a bit dim. No offence! I didn't mean to offend you, but I couldn't help it, cause see-'
'Shut up!
'Make me!'
'Fine!'
'Fine what?' Rose huffed through her nose, and I knew I had won.
'You can come to my house, but only for an hour,' she said. I let out a whoop, and hugged her.
'I'll stop talking now,' I told her.
'Thank god,' she muttered. I nudged her with my elbow.
'I bet you can talk more than me,' I teased.
'You said you would stop talking.'
'I'm not! I'm teasing.'
'If you don't stop, I'll gag you,' she snapped. Making me snap my mouth shut. As much as I like to talk, I don't like gags. Gags are not fun.
'That was not fair,' I pouted. She smiled at me.
'Don't like it when the tables are turned, do you?' she said. I frowned.
'No, I suppose I don't. But neither would you, if you were me. Of course, you're not me, so that point is redundant. Well, which one do you live in?' I asked her, cheery once more. Rose pulled me into a flat, one I presumed was hers. I had a wander round, looking at things. While I was messing with things on the coffee table, an older blonde woman came in.
'Who's she?' she asked Rose. Maybe her mother. I turned around, interested in what Rose would say.
'Her name's Justine,' answered Rose, after stuttering for a bit. Well that was boring.
'What's she doing here?' asked the woman.
'She's just staying for a bit,' said Rose. I walked up to the woman, and stuck out my hand.
'Hello, I'm Justine Mont. Nice to meet you,' I introduced myself.
'Jackie Tyler, Rose's mother,' said Jackie. I smiled, a cheeky grin that seemed common in this body.
'Pleasure. Do you mind if I use your shower?' I asked her politely. She eyed me, judging my threat level.
'Alright. Just go down the hall and third door on the left. Towels are already in there,' said Jackie.
I smiled at her, and walked to the room she told me to. I started the shower, making it almost scalding, before I took off my coat, shirt, boots and leggings. I turned around, and took a look at myself in the mirror. I had a tattoo of a dragon on my shoulder, and a small inscription on my stomach that said 'Make every tear worth it, every frown for a reason, every word count, and smile because there is always something to smile about'. My stomach itself was toned, but not overly athletic. I had a small chest, and a small waist, then my hips flared out with thick, yet not fat thighs and nice calves. I was a bit awkward looking with my tiny chest and thick hips, but I thought I made it work. I was right about being athletic looking. I still wasn't the prettiest women out there, but I felt I looked decent. Unlike other people, I wasn't freaked out by the body switch. In fact, I felt more comfortable in it then my old one, like I was supposed to look like this.
I smiled at my reflection, and stepped into the shower. Unlike the lukewarm I used to like, I preferred it extremely hot. It felt refreshing. When I was done, I looked at my reflection, and almost laughed out loud. With my short hair, I looked like a shaggy dog, and my natural tan skin wasn't helping any. I noticed my eyes for the first time. They were the same blue they'd always been. Too bad they weren't brown, I love brown eyes. But my favourite colour was green, so really, green should be my favourite eye colour. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
I dried myself off, and got dressed, ditching my coat, leaving my in a plain white shirt. After deeming myself ready, I walked into the living room, to see Jackie and Rose in a heated conversation.
'What possessed you to let her come to the house? She might be dangerous,' hissed Jackie.
'Mum, she's fine. A little chatty, but fine,' Rose answered her quietly.
'It could be an act to get close to you!' Jackie hissed again. Rose rolled her eyes.
'Mum it's fine, she's harmless. But she said she was homeless, and needed a place to stay. I don't care that she had the note, she seems really nice.'
'And that's how they lure you in!' I walked into the room.
'Look, if it's gonna cause problems, I can just leave,' I said calmly, feeling more relaxed and at ease after my shower. Rose stood up.
'No, Justine, it's fine,' Rose insisted. I shook my head.
'No really. I'm not even sure where I got the note from. Maybe I shouldn't of come here,' I murmured the last part, and went back to get my coat and leave. Rose grabbed my arm.
'How about you tell us your part of the story?' she suggested. I nodded reluctantly. I sat down in front of Jackie and Rose, and told them about how I got drunk, and called my friend to pick me up. After I fainted, I woke up in a store, and how I got out, minus the hammer in the pocket. Then I found the note in my jacket and thought it was my best bet. It was in the middle of my story when it all hit me. I was in London, half a world away from my life, with no idea how I got there or how to get back. I'm not even sure I want to go back. I mean, what if I change back into my old self? I like this new body, and don't want to leave it just yet. It turns out I'm quite emotional now, once I started crying, it was very hard to stop. After hearing my story, Jackie told me I could stay for a day, but if I turn out to be a murderer, she would kill me. I readily agreed. Rose then showed me her room, and we were talking on her bed.
'So you really don't know how you got here?' she asked. I shook my head.
'No. I thought it was just a joke by my friend Maisi. It's definitely the sort of thing she would do. once time, she left me in front of a lake. I woke up by falling in,' I laughed. Rose laughed with me.
'So, I was thinking, do you have a job?' I asked. Rose nodded.
'Yeah, I worked at Henricks, the department store,' she said. My eyes widened.
'What?' she asked.
'You might find a large hole in the door tomorrow,' I said sheepishly. Rose gaped at me, before she burst out laughing. Soon, I joined in. We were interrupted by a knock on the front door. Rose and I glanced at each other, before getting up to answer it. In the door was a black guy, who was also shorter than me. God damn it, was everyone gonna be tiny compared to me? It's sort of irritating. We sized each other up for a moment, before turning to Rose.
'Who's he/she?' we said at the same time, before scowling at each other.
'Justine, meet Mickey, my boyfriend, Mickey, meet Justine, my new room mate,' Rose introduced us. I raised an eyebrow at her.
'I'm your room mate now?' I asked.
'Yeah,' Rose nodded. I shrugged, before turning and shaking Mickey's hand.
'Justine Mont, nice to meet you Mickey,' I said. He nodded at me.
'You to.'
'What're you doing here?' asked Rose.
'Just came to tell you that there was a break in at your shop. It's on the news and everything,' said Mickey. I stared at him in disbelief, before jumping over the couch to get to the TV. Sure enough, there it was. Though, apparently the 'thief' is a male.
'Aw man! They thought I was a guy. I'm not even that boyish,' I whined. Rose chuckled.
'Wait, you're the one who broke in?' Mickey asked.
'Broke out more like it. My mate trapped in in there while I was drunk and I couldn't get out. Saw the hammer, and my whole brain just went 'what the hell'.' I replied. Mickey nodded. There was an awkward silence, before I turned and said 'Who wants food?'
Needless to say, I'm now banned from the kitchen indefinitely.
