Elucidation:

It had been Selina's goal for quite awhile. Oh, the overwhelming joy she had felt upon discovering that she could literally be Diana Prince. She may have been ditsy, yet she was still skeptical, however. Was something as unconventional as this even possible? Only one way to find out, she figured. She had to lure an unsuspecting Dian to the Gotham Museum to 'test this out' and see if it was legit. She'd been told of it just a month earlier, by the strange elderly gypsy-like psychic she had met in one of the alleys one night after making a quick five bucks with some married guy in his thirties. Cheap ho… This woman had told her of the lost scroll that was rumored to have been hidden deep in the museum of Gotham, locked away from the public, a BIG secret.

Selina had befriended this psychic just the previous June upon arrival to Gotham, and had had connections with her on a weekly basis ever since. Boy, was she thrilled when she'd been told of the legendary talisman that held the ability to allow a 'soul swap' between two people. Yes, the ability to take over the body of another. She knew she just had to go for it. She had to see if it was even possible to do such a mythical-sounding thing.

And upon awakening some time later that night after having blacked out in the process, she had discovered just how genuine the 'legend' had been.


Oh yeah *Selina's POV:

Ugh… hard wooden floor beneath me. I mean, it wasn't like it was the first time I had slept on a floor, for all the abusive exes could verify that for me… So, what happened? Oh, I know. Let's see if it worked - it did! I think…

I squirmed around, then felt the body I bared. Let's see, tits feel a little fuller, stomach is longer...legs are lengthier...oh, this is good...now to feel my wrists…*Squeal!* no scars, that I feel anyway. Now to just sit upwards. It is so dark in here, damn!

Whoa, yeah, something's definitely different. I did not feel like myself. I squinted around. All pitch blackness. I could hear someone breathing a distance away...Dian? Wait, no. Selina.

I carefully stood on foot, still not entirely accepting this. Was there a lightswitch in this craphole? I felt around the wall by the door and felt one after a minute of running my new fingers along the torn it even turn on? Up the little switch went, and omission of any light to follow. Dammit.

It must have been like midnight or something. I made my way out of the room and went into the bathroom that was just down this hall. The window in there provided some moonlight, good thing too since the frickin' switch in here refused to provide any light…

Well, I had succeeded! There stood my bestie in the reflection of the mirror. I giggled and stepped in closer. Wavy, long and black tresses were several inches down my shoulders, stopping at my upper back. My eyes were a lighter shade of brown, maybe even a hazel color. I was wearing your typical denims with the red tank top I'd seen her wear earlier. Oh right, now I was her. I was definitely taller now, God, like 5'6, it seemed. Pfft, I was only 5'2...wait, not anymore.

I ran my hands down my new waist. It was lean, yet femininely curvaceous as well. Dian really needed to take a little more pride in her sexy appearance. She didn't show off enough skin. I smiled and saw a nice row of straight pearls. I'm not saying that my teeth were anything less than white, but her teeth shone with snowy, glistening beauty. Lucky girl. Huh, well, this was me now!

My new skin tone was full-blown caucasian. Selina had a more tan skin color, from having a white mama and a black daddy (a real asshole, he was, I gotta admit. A deadbeat jerk off for the most part, with just a smidge of abusiveness towards my doting mother, who I lost a when I was eighteen due to breast cancer, bless her soul). I just couldn't stop staring at... me. I was exhilarated, yet scared shitless. I honestly didn't think it was really possible, what Esmeralda had told me, but… here I was. Here she was.

After a good ten minutes of gawking at my new body, I decided that perhaps it was time to hit the road. I couldn't be here when Dian- Selina, woke up.

Did I still have that little flashlight with me? Well, it would have been in my...her back pocket, or at least one of them. I felt the need to see if she was still alive. Who knew? She may not have been. This whole thing was fucking weird, but cool. Very fucking cool.

I trudged back into the dark bedroom and lurked over towards the body on the floor. Within a few feet I could hear light breathing, so she was alive, at least. I knelt down, careful not to wake her majesty, and gently felt around for a light source in one of the pockets. I had collapsed forwards it seemed, for Dian was lying on her stomach, while in my body...God, this was creepy!

But freaking sweet at the same time. I was no longer that...that bitch. That disgusting slut. The moody, sensitive, bitchy, nymphomaniac that was Selina Kyle as well as the thieving Kitty Lady. No, she was gone, well, not really gone, but… now she was Dian's problem.

I tugged out the small flashlight from the back ass-pocket and clicked it on, to get a clear view of…

Myself.

There I was. Lying there on the hard, wooden floor from where I'd fallen earlier during the 'soul swapping process'. I supposed that passing out was just a part of the transcend… made sense. Better than having to remain conscious during the damn thing… for I'd have to witness Dian's mental breakdown first-hand.

I didn't want to see that. I would probably feel bad about it. I didn't want to feel bad about anything. This was a chance to start fresh. To finally be free from what that whore was. I was Diana now. I could be her. I could have her life. Her clothes. Her work. Her man. Brucie! Yay! Giddiness enveloped me when I realized that he was my man again! Oh yeah!

I brushed her curls away from her cheek and take one last look at me before jetting. I knew she'd be waking up soon, and I had to beat it. Hey, I wasn't ugly, but I felt that I needed to welcome a big change in my life. That I had to get rid of my life and take on a better one. Diana was around… she was an acquaintance… she was fucking sexy… she was happy and financially stable...and she was dating the freaking Batman. The bitch had it all. Now, I did.

"Bye, Selina," I mumbled, smooching her cheek before getting back up to my feet and striding out in my long legs. Where to now? Straight to Batty's, or Esmeralda's? Was her shop even open this late? Probably not. I'd just have to go and visit her tomorrow…

Off to my man's it was.


Diana's POV:

I groggily came to my senses. I felt so...strange. I didn't feel like myself. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a pitch black room. Where am I?

What happened that night? I had to replay that day's contents.

I had went to the complex to pack up the rest of my things. While there, Selina called. I answered and she had told me that she wanted to see me, but not before randomly making a pumpkin reference, to supposedly depict her current messy lifestyle? Who knew with her. I reluctantly gave in and told her that I'd pick her up at her apartment at around 5… when I got there , she offered me a drink, and I gave my "no thanks". We took off and went to a cantina and she had a few drinks while I just had a small glass of water… did she spark the water? It would explain why I was here in this dark room, having just woken up from an unconscious stupor on a hard floor...but wait, there was more. After we left the bar she told me to drive to the museum to show me something...astonishing, apparently. I went with it to get her to shut up. When we got there, she led me towards the back and then we came across a door at the end of the hall that had a 'DO NOT ENTER' sign. Well, we entered. We went down these stone stairs and there was this glass case in the corner of the very small basement-like room. There was an old scroll or parchment of some sort in it, along with a small, dark vase. I rolled my eyes at her for having yet again wasted my time, then turned to leave but halted when I heard a loud noise then the falling of many glass bits hit the floor. I whipped around to see that the freak had broken open the case with her bare fists; her knuckles were covered in fresh blood. She pulled out the parchment and vase and made her way towards me. She began to - mock me. Suggested that she had some sort of ancient prophecy that had 'promising' results...that's when I decided to run for it. This was getting too odd. She followed, frantically, I might add. I made it outside, as did she. Then I was in the apartment...here, I guess. I was now in the apartment, still, it seemed. She chased me up a few floors then I hid...in here, then I waited a long hour or longer to see if perhaps she had taken off...she had not. I was tackled once the door was ajar, the knock still in my hand, then not once she brought me down to the floor, around 110 pounds were atop me for a number a seconds. Then she got up and locked the door, then began to read the old, tattered paper, in some odd language that I could not fathom...then she dropped the vase...I saw blackness...now I'm here, still…

While still lying on the hard floor, I called, "Selina?" shocking myself much so. I didn't sound like myself. At all. No… that was not my voice. Had we just spoken simultaneously? Maybe I was just hallucinating?

"Selina?" I called again. Still, not my voice. This was more soprano and alluring than mine. It was slightly higher and very feminine, like mine, though I had more of a chilled accent, one that was perhaps a little deeper yet womanly at the same time.

I was presumably alone in here. She must have finally taken off. The door had been left open, giving me a dim view of the open hallway, the only light source being a bit of loose moonlight through a couple of windows.

I turned over and brought myself to my feet. I was certainly different. I felt… small. More flexible even… petite. Had she drugged me? I was sure that I was fine, just a little light headed was all.

I knew something was wrong when I began to walk. Yes, something was very off. I felt soo different. I couldn't really explain it. My legs… they felt shorter, in a way. My strides were not as lengthy, it seemed. Then I noticed that I had been suddenly wearing heels. I had originally been wearing flats that night. Did she put her shoes on my feet? That wasn't likely. Her feet looked small, around size 4 or 5, while I was a larger size 8.5. If only I could see…

As the seconds ticked on feeling and perception seemed to do the trick just fine. There was something very wrong here...but what? What had she done to me? What was that nonsense she read, and what was in that vase? What did she do?

I was becoming agitated. I felt too out of place. I only grew more and more tense with each step I took, becoming increasingly aware that there was something wrong with me. I wasn't in any notable pain, and I felt alright for the most part, except for a minor headache settled in my left temple…

I moved on out of the room and walked down the dimly lit hall. It had to be past midnight at this point. Bruce was probably worried sick. I hadn't called him or anything, all because of the lunatic. I would just have to explain everything when I got back to the manor.

I stopped once I was halfway down the hall. I was slowly regaining my senses, and coming to realize more of my condition. I felt way too different. This was a whole new feeling. I felt like I was...someone else.

I'm just paranoid...it's been a rough night… I tried to confirm to myself, still a worried wreck. I felt even more nauseated when I had glanced down to get a hazy glimpse of my attire. I wasn't wearing black denims or a sleazy V-neck tank tonight…

I didn't have curly hair.

What the fuck was going on?

There was a bathroom just a couple feet away from me… no, I was just… too stressed out was all. Mere hallucinations. Yes, that had to be it.

When I'd felt less than what should have been there for my ass, breasts and thighs, I decided better safe than sorry.

I warily made my way into the old restroom, trying to flip on the switch that was on the right to the entrance. It did nothing. I sighed and drew my eyes into the mirror. I gasped.

"Selina! What are you-"

I stopped. Those were my lips moving. I was the only one in there. I walked up closer. This woman was not me. Cocoa skin and shoulder length black curls...small frame...petite height…

Just features that were enough to make me scream bloodcurdlingly, piercing enough to block out my thoughts and allow me to fall back into darkness.