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I wake up the next morning feeling extremely weird. I think that I just slept on too long, that's why I feel strange.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and then head to the bathroom.
I glance sleepily at my reflection, and then I look down at the sink. Something dawned on me, so I jerk my head up to look into the mirror, and get the shock of a lifetime.
"No! It can't be. This cannot be happening." I mutter to myself.
I rub my eyes, and then look at my reflection again.
The reflection hasn't changed.
I open my mouth, and let out a blood-curdling scream.
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"Omigod, Omigod!" I repeat over and over. "I'm not me anymore. I look like… Thierry!" I say to myself.
I look into the mirror for about the millionth time, and low and behold, I still look exactly like Thierry.
My hair is not longer jet black, but white blonde, it doesn't go all the way down to my hips, but sits messily over my forehead.
My eyes aren't grey, but night dark, not exactly black, but near enough.
I glance down at my chest, and find that there's nothing there, but a well built chest.
My breasts have gone, and so has my womanly figure.
I'm taller than before, about a foot and a half taller.
I don't look like Thierry. I am Thierry.
A few minutes later, a scream, much like my own, breaks my train of thought.
Five minutes later, I see… myself come running in through my door, or rather someone that looks like me.
I'm assuming that it's Thierry in my body.
He/she glances at me, and then screams. Boy, I never thought that my screams sounded like that. I feel as if my eardrums are exploding.
"What have you done? What have you done?" Thierry screams at me.
"Me? I haven't done anything." I scream at him back. My voice is a few octaves lower than usual. Though I'm not surprised, since it's Thierry's voice I'm using.
"What do you mean, you haven't done anything? I'm in your body and you're in mine. We've switched bodies!" He shrieks in my high-pitched girly voice.
"Oh sure, blame me. Everyone always blames me. Didn't you ever stop to think that maybe you were the one that has done something?" I scream back at him.
He flops down onto my bed, and a few seconds later, I follow suit.
"Okay then. If you haven't done anything and I haven't done anything. Then who did?" He says calming down, and talking normally.
"I don't know." I reply. "So what are we going to do?"
"Okay. Firstly we'll get dressed, and then afterwards we'll try to figure this whole mess out." Thierry replies. "Hannah's not going to like this." He mutters under his breath, but for some reason I can hear what he has just said.
"Forget Hannah! Let's just get dressed, like you said, and than figure this out." I say.
I sound weird talking with Thierry's voice than with my own.
"Okay, you're gonna have to come with me, so that I can get your clothes to put on, because quite frankly, I don't think that any of my clothes are going to fit me." I add, walking to the door.
I pause at the door waiting for Thierry to catch up.
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Once the two of us are through Thierry's door, we sneak in quietly so as not to disturb Hannah, but when I look towards the bed, I find that it's empty. Hannah is nowhere to be seen.
"I don't like the looks of this." I whisper to Thierry. "Where's Hannah?" I add looking around the large gorgeous bedroom for my cousin.
"I don't know. She was here when I left. Maybe she's in the bathroom, or maybe she's somewhere downstairs." He replies.
It sounds strange hearing us talking in each other's voice.
"Where do you keep your clothes?" I ask, looking around the room again, but this time in search for a wardrobe, but not finding one.
"Over here." He replies, still in a whisper.
He walks towards one of the walls. As I approach it myself, I see an outline of two doors.
Thierry opens the doors, and reveals a walk-in wardrobe that is the full height of the wall, and it goes deep inside.
"Your wardrobe is hidden into the wall?" I ask him.
"Yes. It takes up less space this way." Thierry replies.
"Clever." I reply, smiling slightly.
"Thanks." He answers, smiling himself.
I look through the wardrobe, and pull out a gorgeous black silk shirt.
I rummage around the wardrobe for a descent pair of trousers to wear, and finally settle for a pair of Levi's. Thierry comes up behind me and hands me a pair of black socks, and a pair of black leather DM boots.
I quickly throw his clothes on and then we head out of his room.
Just as we are at the door, Hannah comes out of the en suite bathroom, wearing a little towel around her, her fair hair dripping wet.
Steam follows her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I don't think she sees us, so I turn to Thierry.
"Go, go, go!" I whisper, practically lifting Thierry and carry him out the door.
"Thierry? Is that you?" I hear Hannah ask just as the door closes.
"Uh-oh." I whisper. "What do I do?"
"Answer her. Tell her that you and I have some work to do." Thierry answers.
"Uh. Yes Hannah, it's me. I'm going to be with Nila for a while. She's helping me with some work. I'll see you later." I answer Hannah, trying to keep the steadiness in my voice.
"Okay. See you later." She replies through the closed door.
"Bye." I say.
Both Thierry and I run down the hall and into my gothic themed bedroom.
I close the door, and then slide down it, where I sit on the floor.
"Phew, that was close." I say, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Yeah." Thierry replies breathlessly.
"Okay, let's get you some clothes." I say to him.
"I think that's a good idea." He replies.
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A/N: (Ash to all of the lovely people who have read up to this part) "Well ladies…"
(Mary-Lynnette) "ASH!! There's a good chance that there are guys here too y'know."
(Ash) "Sorry Mare. Okay ladies and gentlemen. Medusa has asked me to ask all of you to review."
(Blaise comes in) "Yes gentlemen, review this…story. If you do, you'll make me very happy."
(Ash) "And all the ladies who review will make me very happy as well." Ash winks and smiles.
(Mary- Lynnette) "And I'm gonna throw up! Grow up you two, if the nice people out there don't want to review, stop harassing them."
(Ash and Blaise) "We're not harassing anybody."
(Mare) "Whatever."