"Damnit Sammy..." How many times had I told him his hair was just getting ridiculous. He snorted and told me to deal with it. I resorted to kicking him out of the bathroom.
Now, I probably would have been freaking out more about the whole situation if I wasn't still half asleep, but in my five AM groggy daze nothing was too concerning. I was Sam, Sam was me, and that meant neither of us was something I had to kill. Because what were the odds of a monster up cooking this good of a mirage? If they wanted to screw with me they usually took Sam out of the picture completely, so this just seemed like that movie Freaky Friday (only real). That meant all we had to do was go find the Chinese lady who mixed us up and get on with the day...
I was snapped back into my current situation when my head smacked the metal shower rod. I was an extra three inches taller now that I was in Sam's meat suit... "Son of a bitch..."
The warm water hitting me in the face made my head a little clearer and my stomach more knotted than I wanted it to be. I was actually stuck in my brother's body, it wasn't a dream...
I immediately realized how tricky being Sam was going to be. First off, his limbs are so lanky they're hard to control. Second of all, he runs at about 99 degrees all the time so he's pretty much constantly having a hot flash. And, it doesn't help that he locks all the heat in with the stupidly large quantity of hair he maintains.
Everything was disorienting... Just the way someone would want it if they were planning to off us...