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Chapter One

It was a warm morning.

Katniss smiled as she stretched her arms and yawned. She paused. She couldn't tell if that really was her voice. It sounded –masculine. Her voice was feminine, she hated to admit it but really it was. Looking down at her blanket, she nearly jumped. Since when was her blanket cover full of cartoon breads with smiley faces? Last time she checked they were arrowheads. She threw the covers off.

"What th–"She paused to look away from the grey sweatpants she wore. "Is this seriously my voice?" She exclaimed. Touching her throat, she saw her fine; nail bitten hands were replaced with angelic ones –like the guy from the elevator. "Bathroom," She looked about the unfamiliar room before her eyes landed on a door. She lunged for it.

It was a closet. Filled with bread designed boxers and cheap clothes from WalMart and thrift stores, not her closet. Where the hell were her designer suits? Katniss wondered as she shut the door to look away from the horror as she slowly walked across the room. Taking every little detail she saw in.

The room was navy blue with various books in piles and some photographs; the bed was in the middle. The room was small, there were two doors, one that led to the closet but the other to where? Katniss walked towards the door and opened it. It was a hallway.

She placed her new hands against the wall and tip-toed in fuzzy cupcake slippers that she found by the door and took off down the staircase at the end of the hallway.

She desperately needed answers. And she needed them now.


Peeta didn't know why, but his chest felt heavy. He looked down and got the horror of his life, he was a girl. "This has got to be a dream," He told himself in a squeakier voice. "I need a glass of water," Tossing the arrowhead patterned blanket across the bed; he took off to a near door hoping to lead him to the hallway. It was the bathroom but not and ordinary bathroom, but a luxurious bathroom with a hot tube, various showers and a golden toilet seat and this guy with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Morning, Catnip?" He greeted as he brushed his bronze hair and he smiled into the mirror that took up one wall. "Today's the launch of the big cologne line, sorry for breaking into your house but I ran out of rose crystal rocks." He said as he patted Peeta on his way out. "And I may have left my clothes on your lawn, so, yeah…" He said as he trailed off.

Peeta stared at the door the guy left through. "This has to be a dream," He looked at a mirror. Looking back at him was a woman with long brown hair and green/brown like eyes. The face was familiar, but then it hit him. "Elevator girl!" He exclaimed and pointed at his reflection.

He wasn't in just anybody's body. He was in that girl's body, the woman he resisted in the elevator two days ago. "If I'm here…" Peeta's brain gears clicked together. "She has to be in my body." Peeta ran out of the room and made his way to another door labelled 'Closet' and walked into a fashion dream of designer clothing and expensive hunting gear. "Must be an outdoor person."

Nevertheless, Peeta happily picked out a few designer dresses to wear. He might as well live the moment. "I feel so sexy." He posed in a mirror.

"Yes you do, madame." A voice replied him as the mirror blinked.

"No way, a talking mirror." Peeta exclaimed. "That's new."

"Yes I am."


Katniss stared back at the people staring at her; they were just staring at her from over there as they sat in plastic chairs. "Hi…" She trailed off. Who were these people? Katniss wondered. And why did this place smell like pastries? She asked herself again.

"Missing your clothes aren't you, Peeta," A man joked at her. Katniss paused; did he just call me, Peeta? She asked herself. Was that supposed to be funny? And who are they? All these questions buzzed in her brain.

A girl suddenly walked out with a tray of fresh pastries. "Alright then, here's the bread." She said proudly. The people stood up and lined up. Katniss just stood there and observed the girl… she had long wisp of brown hair and sea green eyes, just like Finnick's, but lighter. She spotted Katniss and gestured her to come down, she obliged but slowly as she waited for the last costumer to leave first. "You're up really late today, Peeta," That name again.

"And you are?" Katniss asked dumbly. "I mean I know who you are but you have to be an employee of this fine business right?" She asked.

The girls laughed. She had to be at least fifteen or so, she looked really young.

"It's me, Annie, little Annie Cresta who used to play down the street." She giggled sweetly reminding Katniss of her younger sister, Prim.

"Right…" She chuckled. "And I am…" She needed to know whose body this was.

Annie raised a brow but replied. "You're Peeta Mellark, you're twenty one and five years younger than me," Katniss couldn't believe the girl was older than her by five years; she was only two years younger than Finnick. "Oh, and your family owned this bakery for generations and this landlord guy –Snow, wants to take it away from us." Snow, she knew that name. Everybody in business did. It was the cruel money maker who was stationed in the building somewhere.

"Say, Annie," Annie began walking back inside the kitchen, Katniss assumed.

"Yeah?" She asked as her head popped out of the door.

"Where's my car?" Katniss asked hoping to catch a ride to the building to strangle some information out of Snow.

Annie giggled once more as her flour cover face appeared by the doorway. "Silly, Peeta," She said. "You sold your car for the rent money yesterday."

"What?" Katniss exclaimed. It wasn't normal, I mean who sells their only transport when they were in the middle of no-where, Katniss had looked out of the window on her way down her, and she looked out the door and all there was was one big valley. "Then what do I have?" Annie smiled at her question.

"Your tricycle, of course," All Katniss could say to this was that this person was insanely crazy, the amount of miles she had to pedal to get to the nearest gas station was way too long for her legs to handle. But there was no other option for her at this point.

"Where is it, then?" She said getting into action.


Peeta had to say, wearing high heels felt natural. He skipped and hopped around the large walk in closet in an expensive Prada suit, he felt rich. He kind of liked the feeling.

"Babe," The guy from the bathroom walked out in a white dress shirt and some black silk pants. Peeta didn't want to know where he got them from. "I'm going to take the Ferrari out for a ride, do you mind?" He asked. Ferrari? Images of Peeta in a super speedy red car entered his head, could this really be?

"Sure," He replied in that feminine voice of his.

The guy grinned. "You know, Katniss, you're seriously calm today cause' normally you'd be all in my face about ruining the advert." He said as he grabbed a car key out of a cupboard and left. Peeta walked slowly to the cupboard and grinned.

Lined up car keys off sports cars from Mercedes to Jaguars were lined up next to their colour and their names. "Let's go, Mockingjay," Peeta said as he grabbed the keys to a hot orange Mercedes.

It was time to see Katniss.


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