Chapter 2

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Bright sunlight streamed into the windows of Katherine's bedroom the next morning. Interesting, she thought. I always sleep with the blinds closed! She dismissed this thought carelessly and made a motion to roll to her right...and fell off the bed! She rubbed her cheek, which she had smacked on the dresser in her hasty and unwilling descent, and tried to shake away the funny lights floating in front of her eyes. When the pain and dizziness subsided, the curiosity and suspicion took its place instantly.

"I sleep on the left side of the bed. There's plenty of space to roll over if I go to the right! And plus, I have a dresser near the wall, not next to the bed..." She'd been muttering loudly to herself. So loudly, in fact, that she hadn't heard a stirring coming from the general direction of the bed. Just then, a sleep-saturated voice spoke quietly from the left side of it.

"Dolores? I heard a bang. Was it you, sweetheart?" Katherine had to bite down hard on her hand to keep from screaming. She lived alone! No-one else had the key to her apartment! There was an intruder in her bed! She groped around for a makeshift weapon and found a clothes hanger bearing a pink angora sweater. She extracted the sweater quickly, and held the hanger up like a sword. But then, it dawned on her. The sweater didn't belong to her. She'd been sleeping on the wrong side of the bed, and the curtains were open. Not to mention the big dresser and the man in the bed who'd called her Dolores and sounded alarmingly like--

"Ed Wood?" Katherine was in utter shock. "I'm in the apartment that belongs to Edward D. Wood Jr.!" She attempted, with difficulty, to close her gaping mouth. The voice, now cheerful rather than drowsy, swept down from the bed again.

"Of course you are, Cuddlemuffin! We live here, remember?" It now occurred to Katherine that he'd referred to her as Dolores. She'd have to explain to him that there was some mistake, she wasn't Dolores, she was Katherine Peterson...she stood, taking in her surroundings carefully. She ventured a glance into a mirror parallel to her on the opposite wall and gasped, shock and disbelief freshly blossoming in her gut. Her long brown hair was gone. In its place, there was shoulder-length, blonde curls, mussed from sleep and her uncomfortable flight from the bed. Her hazel eyes were now a mellow blue, and her nose was slightly longer, lips less full. Her bust was larger, and her waist curvier. She was wearing a silky nightgown, underneath which protruded two very feminine legs. She realized with a jolt that she had become-unknowingly-Ed's goregous girlfriend, Dolores Fuller.

Her head spun, and she puzzled frantically about how it had happened. She mentally retraced her steps. She'd gone to see Glen or Glenda, and had been venting about what a terrible girlfriend Dolores was to poor Ed and thinking that she could do better any day, when she'd seen a shooting star. She'd wished to be Ed's girlfriend for a day...and her wish had come true! Or had it? Maybe she was dreaming. She tugged her hair forcefully. Although she'd succeeded in yanking out a considerable chunk of hair, she didn't feel-or look, for that matter-any different than before. Could her wish have come true? This was all too much for her brain to comprehend at the moment, and before she could do any more deducing, Ed spoke again.

"What are you doing over there, hon?" Katherine spoke, surprised at the sound of her own voice, which was now obviously Dolores's.

"Um, erm-nothing...sweetie. I'm just not feeling all that great right now." she replied, very truthfully, climbing back into bed beside-was it really?-Ed Wood. She looked over at him just to make sure it really WAS him. Her hopes were confirmed. It was the same face that had gazed down at her from innumerable movie screens. The same soft, expressive eyes, delicate nose, innocent grin, chiseled cheekbones and black hair, although it looked messy and unkempt, after-seemingly-a night of tossing and turning. Somehow, it seemed, she liked it better that way. She gazed down into his beautiful face and felt-for the first time since waking up and falling out of bed-peaceful. She sighed and he spoke again.

"I think I know what will make you feel a lot better, Poodle." Katherine gazed at him dreamily. Had the handsome, talented, ambitious, versatile, optimistic, determined, PERFECT writer-director-actor Edward D. Wood Jr. just called her Poodle?! She was NOT worthy.

To her surprise and delight, he leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. At that moment, she knew that she was the luckiest girl in the world. She was kissing the man that she'd loved and idolized for so long, and she had a chance to show him what being loved SHOULD be like. As she pulled away after a long kiss, she smiled to herself and rolled over gently, careful not to fall painfully off the bed a second time.

"Well Eddie, I'm going back to sleep for another few hours." she said, feeling uncharacteristically decadent. Even if he didn't know that anything was different, Ed Wood had a different girlfriend for twenty-four hours. And it was her! She had the right to celebrate!

"I love you, Ed." she said jubilantly. Then she giggled, and her tone changed from flamboyant to gently teasing. "And Ed..."

"Yes, honey?" he asked, playing into her little game willingly.

"Don't call me Cuddlemuffin."