Trading Faces Part 2
NoV: Ahh...I haven't gotten enough reviews yet.
Jessie: Yes, two compared to your intended ten?
NoV: Well, maybe by the time I put this up I'll have eight more.
James: (leaning back in a chair) Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed...
Jessie: Baka. (kicks over the chair)
James: AAAH! (plops on the floor) Ow..
Meowth: (looks around nervously)
NoV: Whatsa matter, Meowthie?
Meowth: It's your kitten.
NoV: Who? Amiga?
Meowth: No, not your friend. Your kitten! The one dat was just born.
NoV: -.- Yes. Amiga is her name.
Meowth: Oh. Well, she's been acting like I'm her mudder or somethin!!
NoV: Oh, she's just a baby. She'll get over it.
Meowth: (grumbles) She'd betta.
NoV: So, Jessie, it's been awhile since we've talked.
James: Yes, it's been fully thirteen seconds.
Jessie: She wasn't talking to you!
James: Gee. Sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your grill.
NoV: Grill?
Jessie: My WHAT?
Meowth: By grill, you mean--?
James: (sings) And nobody knows it but me.
NoV: (Sigh) On with the fic.
**
"It's so beautiful! It's got magical buttons and magical twisty thingies and magical laser stuff and magical EVERYTHING!! Aunt Jemima, can I push the button?" James inquired, staring up at the huge machine.
"No, you fool!" Aunt Jemima growled. "This machine is my masterpiece. It took me nearly a decade, but I FINALLY completed it!"
"What does it do?" Jessie asked.
"What?" Jessibelle's mother returned.
"The machine," Jessie said, flatly. "What does it do?"
The woman in the lab coat blinked. "Oh, yes! The machine!!"
Jessie and James sweatdropped.
"Why, it will switch your minds so that you," she said, pointing to James, "will be in her body, and you," she pointed at Jessie, "will be in his."
James' eyes lit up. "Wow!! I've always wanted to know what it's like to-" He stopped and looked at Jessie. "Oh, no!!! Help!!! Somebody save me!!! I don't wanna be Jessie!!!!!!!!" he cried, kicking the table and struggling to free himself.
Jessie sweatdropped. "I cannot believe this is happening to me."
James looked over at Aunt Jemima, tears streaming down his face. "Why do you want to switch our brains anyway???"
Aunt Jemima posed dramatically. "Muahaha, my pretties!!! Because."
"Isn't it obvious, James??" Jessie exclaimed. "She's mad at you because you won't marry Jessibelle!"
"Oh, no," Aunt Jemima interjected. "It goes much deeper than that. Think, James. April 3, 1987, 3:07:33 p.m."
James scrunched up his nose, in deep thought.
**
"James, ma dear!" Jessibelle called. "Wherever could you be?"
James hid behind a giant bush with Growly. "Girls are icky," he said to his Pokemon.
Growly yipped in agreement.
James blew a bubble with his gum. "I wish she would leave so I could go get a snack."
"A-ha!" Jessibelle cried, crouching beside the bush. "There you are!"
"AAAAAHH!!" James shrieked in surprise. In the process, his gum flew out of his mouth, straight into Jessibelle's hair.
Jessibelle stood perfectly still, staring at nothing for a few moments. Then, "OH NO!!! YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!!! WHY ME????" she screamed, running back inside.
End flashback.
**
James snickered. "Oh, yeah. That was funny."
Jessie facefaulted. "I still can't believe this is happening to me."
"Now, prepare for trouble, you vicious gum-spittin' fool!" Aunt Jemima shouted.
James stared, disbelievingly at Jessie. "You're a gum-spittin' fool?"
Jessie whacked her head on the table repeatedly.
Aunt Jemima began to push buttons and flip switches on the machine. "Muahahaha!!" she laughed. "It's time!!!!!"
Jessie began to feel tingling all up and down her body, as did James.
Jessie scrunched up her eyes and said the only thing she could think of: "Oh shhhhhhhh---"
**
Jessie woke up, sweating profusely. She looked around. She was in her own bed. She was home. Everything was oh-kay.
"A nightmare," she muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead. Feeling the urge, she trampled toward the bathroom.
Seconds later, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! AAAH! AAHH! AAAAAHH!!!!" Jessie screamed, running out of the bathroom. She glanced at her vanity mirror. "Oh..oh..no..NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!" she screamed. Staring back at her from the mirror was James, looking as terrified as Jessie felt. She tore her gaze from the mirror and looked at James' bed, which had her sleeping in it. "AAAAAH!! MEOWTH!!"
**
"Calm down, James!" Meowth hissed. "What's got you so uppity?"
"I'm not James!!" James' body yelled at Meowth.
"If you're not James, then how can I be Meowth?" Meowth questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Jessie blinked. "That doesn't make any sense!" she cried. "Look, I don't even sound like James!"
"Oh-kay, den," Meowth said, skeptically, "then, who are you?"
"It's me, Jessie!" she exclaimed. "I'm trapped in James' body!!"
The cat pokemon stared at her. "If you're REALLY Jessie, den what's the pin number on your bank card?"
She answered him. Meowth quickly scribbled the number down. He snickered. "You may claim to be Jessie, but you're just as gullible as James."
Jessie's blood boiled at the realization. "Why you mangy little-"
Meowth grinned. "Dere's more dan one way to see dat you're really Jessie. And dat was one o' dem." His face grew more serious. "So, what happened?"
Jessie sank back into the couch. "Well, as far as I know, Jessibelle's mother kidnapped us, switched our brains, and then brought us back here so we wouldn't be able to find our way back to her lair to switch back." She sighed. "So, here I am, wearing James' flannel pajamas and..oh, yeah. His BODY."
"So, dat means..." Meowth looked a tad sickened. "James is in your body?"
Jessie opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a very girly scream from upstairs. "Yes," she replied, sweatdropping.
Moments later, Jessie's body came bounding down the stairs, tripping at the last moment.
"So," Jessie said to her body, "you found out what happened, I see?"
"Yeah," James answered. "I put on one of your nightgowns last night. It was really cold when I got up."
Jessie and Meowth fell off the couch.
Jessie suddenly grew large and loomed over James. "DID YOU HAPPEN TO NOTICE WHO I LOOK LIKE?????" she shrieked.
James was stumped. He stood, staring at Jessie, in his body, for a few minutes. "...Professor Oak?"
Jessie reached for her fan, but came up with a donut instead. She facefaulted, but whacked him with it anyway.
James gasped. "You hit me!" he cried.
Jessie waited for the point of his statement. "So?"
"You hit me with a donut!"
"And?"
"I...I could've eaten that donut," he added, meekly.
Jessie grabbed James by the collar and shoved him in front of a mirror.
"That," she said, pointing to her body in the mirror, "is you."
Jessie stepped away from the mirror so that James could see what she meant.
James touched Jessie's face, and widened her eyes. He blinked a few times, turned to the side, and began to dance the can-can.
"Cut it out!" Jessie yelled, jostling him. "We have to put our heads together and figure a way out of this!!"
"Jessie," James whined. "I wanna change first!!"
Jessie looked at the huge plaid flannel pants she was wearing, along with a white muscle shirt. "Fine. But pick something from MY closet," she ordered, climbing the stairs.
"Your closest? But why?" he sniveled, running after her.
Meowth shook his head. "Dose two get into more trouble dan I could in all nine o' my lives."
**
After much arguing and trying on a lot of different outfits, Jessie and James had made their own bodies look as presentable as the other would allow. James was not very picky about his, as he let Jessie wear a mini- skirt. Jessie, on the other hand, discarded every outfit James proposed. Finally, Jessie's body was dressed in a pair of jogging pants and a low-cut top, and James' with a mini-skirt and a long-sleeved sweater.
Once the pair descended the stairs, Meowth burst out laughing. He didn't stop laughing until Jessie got him in a headlock and shrieked, "Why are you laughing??"
"Situational irony," the cat squeaked out.
Jessie dropped him, holding her head. "Now he's an English major. Oi."
"Hey, Jessie?" James wondered. "That lady..you know, the one that hates me?"
"Aunt Jemima," Jessie supplied.
"Yeah. Her. Do you think she may have something to do with us switching bodies?"
Jessie hung her head, in exasperation.
**
NoV: End part II! And, no worries fans! For I have begun my Christmas ficcie!! YAY!!
Meowth: It's sappy.
NoV: It is not.
James: I like tree sap once it has been made into butter.
Jessie: What?
NoV: ^_^0 'Til next time!
NoV: Ahh...I haven't gotten enough reviews yet.
Jessie: Yes, two compared to your intended ten?
NoV: Well, maybe by the time I put this up I'll have eight more.
James: (leaning back in a chair) Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed...
Jessie: Baka. (kicks over the chair)
James: AAAH! (plops on the floor) Ow..
Meowth: (looks around nervously)
NoV: Whatsa matter, Meowthie?
Meowth: It's your kitten.
NoV: Who? Amiga?
Meowth: No, not your friend. Your kitten! The one dat was just born.
NoV: -.- Yes. Amiga is her name.
Meowth: Oh. Well, she's been acting like I'm her mudder or somethin!!
NoV: Oh, she's just a baby. She'll get over it.
Meowth: (grumbles) She'd betta.
NoV: So, Jessie, it's been awhile since we've talked.
James: Yes, it's been fully thirteen seconds.
Jessie: She wasn't talking to you!
James: Gee. Sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your grill.
NoV: Grill?
Jessie: My WHAT?
Meowth: By grill, you mean--?
James: (sings) And nobody knows it but me.
NoV: (Sigh) On with the fic.
**
"It's so beautiful! It's got magical buttons and magical twisty thingies and magical laser stuff and magical EVERYTHING!! Aunt Jemima, can I push the button?" James inquired, staring up at the huge machine.
"No, you fool!" Aunt Jemima growled. "This machine is my masterpiece. It took me nearly a decade, but I FINALLY completed it!"
"What does it do?" Jessie asked.
"What?" Jessibelle's mother returned.
"The machine," Jessie said, flatly. "What does it do?"
The woman in the lab coat blinked. "Oh, yes! The machine!!"
Jessie and James sweatdropped.
"Why, it will switch your minds so that you," she said, pointing to James, "will be in her body, and you," she pointed at Jessie, "will be in his."
James' eyes lit up. "Wow!! I've always wanted to know what it's like to-" He stopped and looked at Jessie. "Oh, no!!! Help!!! Somebody save me!!! I don't wanna be Jessie!!!!!!!!" he cried, kicking the table and struggling to free himself.
Jessie sweatdropped. "I cannot believe this is happening to me."
James looked over at Aunt Jemima, tears streaming down his face. "Why do you want to switch our brains anyway???"
Aunt Jemima posed dramatically. "Muahaha, my pretties!!! Because."
"Isn't it obvious, James??" Jessie exclaimed. "She's mad at you because you won't marry Jessibelle!"
"Oh, no," Aunt Jemima interjected. "It goes much deeper than that. Think, James. April 3, 1987, 3:07:33 p.m."
James scrunched up his nose, in deep thought.
**
"James, ma dear!" Jessibelle called. "Wherever could you be?"
James hid behind a giant bush with Growly. "Girls are icky," he said to his Pokemon.
Growly yipped in agreement.
James blew a bubble with his gum. "I wish she would leave so I could go get a snack."
"A-ha!" Jessibelle cried, crouching beside the bush. "There you are!"
"AAAAAHH!!" James shrieked in surprise. In the process, his gum flew out of his mouth, straight into Jessibelle's hair.
Jessibelle stood perfectly still, staring at nothing for a few moments. Then, "OH NO!!! YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!!! WHY ME????" she screamed, running back inside.
End flashback.
**
James snickered. "Oh, yeah. That was funny."
Jessie facefaulted. "I still can't believe this is happening to me."
"Now, prepare for trouble, you vicious gum-spittin' fool!" Aunt Jemima shouted.
James stared, disbelievingly at Jessie. "You're a gum-spittin' fool?"
Jessie whacked her head on the table repeatedly.
Aunt Jemima began to push buttons and flip switches on the machine. "Muahahaha!!" she laughed. "It's time!!!!!"
Jessie began to feel tingling all up and down her body, as did James.
Jessie scrunched up her eyes and said the only thing she could think of: "Oh shhhhhhhh---"
**
Jessie woke up, sweating profusely. She looked around. She was in her own bed. She was home. Everything was oh-kay.
"A nightmare," she muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead. Feeling the urge, she trampled toward the bathroom.
Seconds later, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! AAAH! AAHH! AAAAAHH!!!!" Jessie screamed, running out of the bathroom. She glanced at her vanity mirror. "Oh..oh..no..NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!" she screamed. Staring back at her from the mirror was James, looking as terrified as Jessie felt. She tore her gaze from the mirror and looked at James' bed, which had her sleeping in it. "AAAAAH!! MEOWTH!!"
**
"Calm down, James!" Meowth hissed. "What's got you so uppity?"
"I'm not James!!" James' body yelled at Meowth.
"If you're not James, then how can I be Meowth?" Meowth questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Jessie blinked. "That doesn't make any sense!" she cried. "Look, I don't even sound like James!"
"Oh-kay, den," Meowth said, skeptically, "then, who are you?"
"It's me, Jessie!" she exclaimed. "I'm trapped in James' body!!"
The cat pokemon stared at her. "If you're REALLY Jessie, den what's the pin number on your bank card?"
She answered him. Meowth quickly scribbled the number down. He snickered. "You may claim to be Jessie, but you're just as gullible as James."
Jessie's blood boiled at the realization. "Why you mangy little-"
Meowth grinned. "Dere's more dan one way to see dat you're really Jessie. And dat was one o' dem." His face grew more serious. "So, what happened?"
Jessie sank back into the couch. "Well, as far as I know, Jessibelle's mother kidnapped us, switched our brains, and then brought us back here so we wouldn't be able to find our way back to her lair to switch back." She sighed. "So, here I am, wearing James' flannel pajamas and..oh, yeah. His BODY."
"So, dat means..." Meowth looked a tad sickened. "James is in your body?"
Jessie opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a very girly scream from upstairs. "Yes," she replied, sweatdropping.
Moments later, Jessie's body came bounding down the stairs, tripping at the last moment.
"So," Jessie said to her body, "you found out what happened, I see?"
"Yeah," James answered. "I put on one of your nightgowns last night. It was really cold when I got up."
Jessie and Meowth fell off the couch.
Jessie suddenly grew large and loomed over James. "DID YOU HAPPEN TO NOTICE WHO I LOOK LIKE?????" she shrieked.
James was stumped. He stood, staring at Jessie, in his body, for a few minutes. "...Professor Oak?"
Jessie reached for her fan, but came up with a donut instead. She facefaulted, but whacked him with it anyway.
James gasped. "You hit me!" he cried.
Jessie waited for the point of his statement. "So?"
"You hit me with a donut!"
"And?"
"I...I could've eaten that donut," he added, meekly.
Jessie grabbed James by the collar and shoved him in front of a mirror.
"That," she said, pointing to her body in the mirror, "is you."
Jessie stepped away from the mirror so that James could see what she meant.
James touched Jessie's face, and widened her eyes. He blinked a few times, turned to the side, and began to dance the can-can.
"Cut it out!" Jessie yelled, jostling him. "We have to put our heads together and figure a way out of this!!"
"Jessie," James whined. "I wanna change first!!"
Jessie looked at the huge plaid flannel pants she was wearing, along with a white muscle shirt. "Fine. But pick something from MY closet," she ordered, climbing the stairs.
"Your closest? But why?" he sniveled, running after her.
Meowth shook his head. "Dose two get into more trouble dan I could in all nine o' my lives."
**
After much arguing and trying on a lot of different outfits, Jessie and James had made their own bodies look as presentable as the other would allow. James was not very picky about his, as he let Jessie wear a mini- skirt. Jessie, on the other hand, discarded every outfit James proposed. Finally, Jessie's body was dressed in a pair of jogging pants and a low-cut top, and James' with a mini-skirt and a long-sleeved sweater.
Once the pair descended the stairs, Meowth burst out laughing. He didn't stop laughing until Jessie got him in a headlock and shrieked, "Why are you laughing??"
"Situational irony," the cat squeaked out.
Jessie dropped him, holding her head. "Now he's an English major. Oi."
"Hey, Jessie?" James wondered. "That lady..you know, the one that hates me?"
"Aunt Jemima," Jessie supplied.
"Yeah. Her. Do you think she may have something to do with us switching bodies?"
Jessie hung her head, in exasperation.
**
NoV: End part II! And, no worries fans! For I have begun my Christmas ficcie!! YAY!!
Meowth: It's sappy.
NoV: It is not.
James: I like tree sap once it has been made into butter.
Jessie: What?
NoV: ^_^0 'Til next time!