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Friday. I'm moving this plot a little bit quick, and I love it already!
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Quote of the Chapter: "That's definitely not mine!"-Freaky Friday
Killer Deals and Lover's Chills
Chapter 2: Realizations
Sora uncurled in his bed, rubbing his head gently against the soft pillows. Sinking further into the bliss of warmth, he couldn't see opening his eyes at any point soon. However, he didn't want Kairi coming over and finding him in nothing but his boxer shorts. He reached up to rub his eyebrows.
Stopped short.
"What.?"
His left eyebrow was gone. Gone, as in not there. His right brow was small, slightly arched. Nothing like his thick, bushy one. Had Riku come in during the night and shaved it off, as a joke? His fingers found his eyelids, rubbing gently-wait a second! No eyelashes!
His eyes shot open. Sora's eyes went wide. This isn't my room, he thought. It's green. All green. Wow! Who did that painting?
He jumped out of the bed, leaving it unmade. The entire area was clean and well organized. A nice TV, a closed closet, a straight-line desk. But that painting.how beautiful the lines all were, absolutely perfect. The young woman wasn't pretty, but she wasn't ugly, either. Her hair didn't fall just right, nor did her black and white dress. She was small, dancing with a shadow of a man.
Sora reached up to touch it. Stopped short. His hands.that wasn't his hand! They were too long. Too delicate-looking. Too pale for his beached life.
That's when he noticed them. Two small lumps where his flat chest had been. Under a T-shirt that said "Cutie."
"What the-that's not my voice!"
His voice, which had been a slightly squeaky alto, was now a smooth, low- key soprano. Though, he doubted this voice would be very good for singing. Sora swallowed hard. There was a mirror over there. That would solve everything.
Wouldn't it?
He held back a moment. What if what he saw wasn't what he thought? Was he just going insane? Was he just imagining things? He squelched all his thoughts. Sora knew he wouldn't know until he saw with his own two eyes.
Taking the two long steps forward, he ended up in front of the mirror, eyes shut tight. Pressing his lips together, Sora steeled himself up. He was not going to scream, whatever he saw. That was a promise.
His eyes opened a crack, just a bit. Then went wide as saucers.
"I-I'm a girl," he blinked sharply. "I'm a girl. Oh. My. God! I don't believe it! I'm a girl!"
"Duh, Terra, you've been a girl since you were born."
Sora squealed in shock, then calmed down. It was only a boy, about thirteen. He looked a little like Riku, in a way. Same silvery-blond hair. The same aqua-blue eyes. Only two years younger, and a whole lot shorter.
"Uh.hey, kid," Sora managed to say. "Good morning?"
"Morning to you, too," the kid said, cocking an eyebrow at "him." "Look, Mom wants you to do the laundry, then you have to play Kingdom Hearts with me."
"Um.okay?"
"Terra, are you feeling all right?"
"Sure, kid."
"Okay, I'm just gonna walk away from her," said the kid. "Get dressed first and wash those clothes, too."
"Uh.okay."
The kid left, leaving a very, very frightened Sora. How on Earth was he going to do the laundry? He hadn't done laundry a day in his life! And what was Kingdom Hearts? Well, at least he knew this person's name. Terra. What an interesting name.
"Well," Sora said to himself. "The only way to do this is go forward."
He opened the closet and was overwhelmed. Black. Black and silver in every single outfit, it didn't matter. There wasn't a single other color, with the exception of an occasional white stripe or spot. Who was this girl, and exactly how crazy was she? Why did she always wear black and silver?
Sighing, Sora picked out a random set of clothes and, closing his eyes, dressed in the black clothes. Sora shoved the nightshirt into a small bag full of clothes and carried it off through the door.
Assaulting his eyes were colors upon colors upon colors. Whoever had chosen the paints for these rooms, all connected by a bright yellow dining room, had serious issues. He walked through the short hall, into the dining room, and through the open arch to a family room. This was being painted a deadly shade of red by a woman quite similar to himself.
He assumed she was "Terra's" mother.
"Al said you were acting weird," she said. "Are you okay, Terra?"
"Y-Yeah, M-m-mom, just fine. Why do you a-ask?"
"Just wondering. You know Al picks up on those types of things faster than I do," she grinned at Sora. "Well, go do the laundry. Come back here when you're done, I've got the tape to last night's new Trading Spaces!"
"Okay," Sora said. What was Trading Spaces? Why did Sora get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't going to be very pretty? And how was he going to do the laundry when he'd never done it before?
Then he saw the washing machine. It was huge and white and its mouth gaped at him, ready to eat the clothes he fed to it. Buttons and dials and numbers swam in his vision. Which ones did he have to twist? What was he going to do???
Help? He thought.
***
Terra covered her eyes with her arm. The light coming from her window was far too bright for her liking. Any minute now, Al would come into her room and shake her awake, telling her to do the laundry. She would take off her nightshirt, the one that said "Cutie" and change into a pair of black pants and top.
Then she would write her dream into her diary, real quickly. But what to write? Her dreams had given her little this time, only a black room lit by a single blue light. Still, it was better than nothing, and it may help her write a novel one day. That was her greatest aspiration-a novel.
She sat up, feeling around for the diary under her pillow.
It wasn't there.
"What?!"
Her eyes flew open, and a thousand realizations came to her all at once. This wasn't her room, that wasn't her hand, and that definitely wasn't her voice, among them. Terra gulped hard and took a few quick, deep breaths. As if something were choking her. This room looked familiar.
This is a guy's room, she thought. What the hell am I doing in a guy's room? Why is my voice so weird sounding? Terra glanced around and winced. A messy guy at that.
"Well, now that we've established that, what are we going to do?" Terra said aloud. The voice she spoke in was really getting to her. Then she looked down. Her chest was flat, her voice low, her knees scabbed.was she in a dream? Was she dreaming about her childhood? About Kyle, her next door neighbor crush of a thousand eons ago, and Blank's older brother?
No.
Why would she be?
She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but she could feel that she didn't have on any underwear. Wait a second.those were her underwear! She gulped hard.
"That thing definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely ain't mine," she muttered. "What the hell is going on?"
Murmuring a few more choice words, she picked her way over the socks and dirty clothes and papers that littered the floor, and not daintily, either. Nearly tripping over a pair of red boots, she made it to the closet. The inside looked like her house, it had so many colors. It dazzled her, but at the same time, she was intrigued. It would be fun to wear some nice colors for once.
Picking out a pair of blue long shorts, a red t-shirt, and a blue hooded jacket, she got dressed. Since they were the only ones in the room, she pulled on the boots and ran a hand through her hair.
Stopped.
"What the hell?" She patted her head, in absolute shock. Her hair was not only short; it had a brand new texture to it, one that she was sure hadn't got there overnight.
Or had it?
She smoothed it down as much as she could without a comb (there wasn't one) and climbed over the clothes to the door. A bathroom was opposite the room, and she gladly let herself in.
The mirror was the first thing she went to. Eyes already wide with fright, her mouth dropped open too. She screamed at the top of her lungs...er.his lungs.
"I'm a guy, oh my god, oh-" A few more choice words rolled off her-his- tongue.
"Sora, are you okay?" A woman's voice-presumably her (his?) mother-came through the door. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"Uh.no, Mom, no, I'm okay," Terra said. "I'm, uh.good."
"Are you sure, sweetie?"
"Yes."
"Okay.well, your friend is downstairs waiting for you, okay?"
"Um.all right."
Terra turned back to the mirror and gulped hard. Not only was she trapped inside a fourteen-year-old boy's body, she was trapped in Sora's body. Meaning she was in a hell of a lot of trouble.
She swore under her breath.
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As you can tell, Terra's got a bit of a dirty mouth. I'm sorry if I don't write them, because it's just against my ethics. Use your imagination! Can anybody wait to see what happens when Terra meets Riku and Kairi? Let me put things into perspective here-Terra's mind is in Sora's body. A guy's body, older girl's mind. Hmm.wonder what's gonna happen? At least Sora's pretty careful. Yes, there is a small problem going on with Sora (in Terra's body) and that is a certain guy named Kyle. Review please? Critics criticize please!
Quote of the Chapter: "That's definitely not mine!"-Freaky Friday
Killer Deals and Lover's Chills
Chapter 2: Realizations
Sora uncurled in his bed, rubbing his head gently against the soft pillows. Sinking further into the bliss of warmth, he couldn't see opening his eyes at any point soon. However, he didn't want Kairi coming over and finding him in nothing but his boxer shorts. He reached up to rub his eyebrows.
Stopped short.
"What.?"
His left eyebrow was gone. Gone, as in not there. His right brow was small, slightly arched. Nothing like his thick, bushy one. Had Riku come in during the night and shaved it off, as a joke? His fingers found his eyelids, rubbing gently-wait a second! No eyelashes!
His eyes shot open. Sora's eyes went wide. This isn't my room, he thought. It's green. All green. Wow! Who did that painting?
He jumped out of the bed, leaving it unmade. The entire area was clean and well organized. A nice TV, a closed closet, a straight-line desk. But that painting.how beautiful the lines all were, absolutely perfect. The young woman wasn't pretty, but she wasn't ugly, either. Her hair didn't fall just right, nor did her black and white dress. She was small, dancing with a shadow of a man.
Sora reached up to touch it. Stopped short. His hands.that wasn't his hand! They were too long. Too delicate-looking. Too pale for his beached life.
That's when he noticed them. Two small lumps where his flat chest had been. Under a T-shirt that said "Cutie."
"What the-that's not my voice!"
His voice, which had been a slightly squeaky alto, was now a smooth, low- key soprano. Though, he doubted this voice would be very good for singing. Sora swallowed hard. There was a mirror over there. That would solve everything.
Wouldn't it?
He held back a moment. What if what he saw wasn't what he thought? Was he just going insane? Was he just imagining things? He squelched all his thoughts. Sora knew he wouldn't know until he saw with his own two eyes.
Taking the two long steps forward, he ended up in front of the mirror, eyes shut tight. Pressing his lips together, Sora steeled himself up. He was not going to scream, whatever he saw. That was a promise.
His eyes opened a crack, just a bit. Then went wide as saucers.
"I-I'm a girl," he blinked sharply. "I'm a girl. Oh. My. God! I don't believe it! I'm a girl!"
"Duh, Terra, you've been a girl since you were born."
Sora squealed in shock, then calmed down. It was only a boy, about thirteen. He looked a little like Riku, in a way. Same silvery-blond hair. The same aqua-blue eyes. Only two years younger, and a whole lot shorter.
"Uh.hey, kid," Sora managed to say. "Good morning?"
"Morning to you, too," the kid said, cocking an eyebrow at "him." "Look, Mom wants you to do the laundry, then you have to play Kingdom Hearts with me."
"Um.okay?"
"Terra, are you feeling all right?"
"Sure, kid."
"Okay, I'm just gonna walk away from her," said the kid. "Get dressed first and wash those clothes, too."
"Uh.okay."
The kid left, leaving a very, very frightened Sora. How on Earth was he going to do the laundry? He hadn't done laundry a day in his life! And what was Kingdom Hearts? Well, at least he knew this person's name. Terra. What an interesting name.
"Well," Sora said to himself. "The only way to do this is go forward."
He opened the closet and was overwhelmed. Black. Black and silver in every single outfit, it didn't matter. There wasn't a single other color, with the exception of an occasional white stripe or spot. Who was this girl, and exactly how crazy was she? Why did she always wear black and silver?
Sighing, Sora picked out a random set of clothes and, closing his eyes, dressed in the black clothes. Sora shoved the nightshirt into a small bag full of clothes and carried it off through the door.
Assaulting his eyes were colors upon colors upon colors. Whoever had chosen the paints for these rooms, all connected by a bright yellow dining room, had serious issues. He walked through the short hall, into the dining room, and through the open arch to a family room. This was being painted a deadly shade of red by a woman quite similar to himself.
He assumed she was "Terra's" mother.
"Al said you were acting weird," she said. "Are you okay, Terra?"
"Y-Yeah, M-m-mom, just fine. Why do you a-ask?"
"Just wondering. You know Al picks up on those types of things faster than I do," she grinned at Sora. "Well, go do the laundry. Come back here when you're done, I've got the tape to last night's new Trading Spaces!"
"Okay," Sora said. What was Trading Spaces? Why did Sora get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't going to be very pretty? And how was he going to do the laundry when he'd never done it before?
Then he saw the washing machine. It was huge and white and its mouth gaped at him, ready to eat the clothes he fed to it. Buttons and dials and numbers swam in his vision. Which ones did he have to twist? What was he going to do???
Help? He thought.
***
Terra covered her eyes with her arm. The light coming from her window was far too bright for her liking. Any minute now, Al would come into her room and shake her awake, telling her to do the laundry. She would take off her nightshirt, the one that said "Cutie" and change into a pair of black pants and top.
Then she would write her dream into her diary, real quickly. But what to write? Her dreams had given her little this time, only a black room lit by a single blue light. Still, it was better than nothing, and it may help her write a novel one day. That was her greatest aspiration-a novel.
She sat up, feeling around for the diary under her pillow.
It wasn't there.
"What?!"
Her eyes flew open, and a thousand realizations came to her all at once. This wasn't her room, that wasn't her hand, and that definitely wasn't her voice, among them. Terra gulped hard and took a few quick, deep breaths. As if something were choking her. This room looked familiar.
This is a guy's room, she thought. What the hell am I doing in a guy's room? Why is my voice so weird sounding? Terra glanced around and winced. A messy guy at that.
"Well, now that we've established that, what are we going to do?" Terra said aloud. The voice she spoke in was really getting to her. Then she looked down. Her chest was flat, her voice low, her knees scabbed.was she in a dream? Was she dreaming about her childhood? About Kyle, her next door neighbor crush of a thousand eons ago, and Blank's older brother?
No.
Why would she be?
She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but she could feel that she didn't have on any underwear. Wait a second.those were her underwear! She gulped hard.
"That thing definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely ain't mine," she muttered. "What the hell is going on?"
Murmuring a few more choice words, she picked her way over the socks and dirty clothes and papers that littered the floor, and not daintily, either. Nearly tripping over a pair of red boots, she made it to the closet. The inside looked like her house, it had so many colors. It dazzled her, but at the same time, she was intrigued. It would be fun to wear some nice colors for once.
Picking out a pair of blue long shorts, a red t-shirt, and a blue hooded jacket, she got dressed. Since they were the only ones in the room, she pulled on the boots and ran a hand through her hair.
Stopped.
"What the hell?" She patted her head, in absolute shock. Her hair was not only short; it had a brand new texture to it, one that she was sure hadn't got there overnight.
Or had it?
She smoothed it down as much as she could without a comb (there wasn't one) and climbed over the clothes to the door. A bathroom was opposite the room, and she gladly let herself in.
The mirror was the first thing she went to. Eyes already wide with fright, her mouth dropped open too. She screamed at the top of her lungs...er.his lungs.
"I'm a guy, oh my god, oh-" A few more choice words rolled off her-his- tongue.
"Sora, are you okay?" A woman's voice-presumably her (his?) mother-came through the door. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"Uh.no, Mom, no, I'm okay," Terra said. "I'm, uh.good."
"Are you sure, sweetie?"
"Yes."
"Okay.well, your friend is downstairs waiting for you, okay?"
"Um.all right."
Terra turned back to the mirror and gulped hard. Not only was she trapped inside a fourteen-year-old boy's body, she was trapped in Sora's body. Meaning she was in a hell of a lot of trouble.
She swore under her breath.
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As you can tell, Terra's got a bit of a dirty mouth. I'm sorry if I don't write them, because it's just against my ethics. Use your imagination! Can anybody wait to see what happens when Terra meets Riku and Kairi? Let me put things into perspective here-Terra's mind is in Sora's body. A guy's body, older girl's mind. Hmm.wonder what's gonna happen? At least Sora's pretty careful. Yes, there is a small problem going on with Sora (in Terra's body) and that is a certain guy named Kyle. Review please? Critics criticize please!