I felt like stuffed sausage. Like the thighs of that girl who shoves her legs into pants that hug every fold of her skin and look like they're about to rip at the seams. Yes, stuffed sausage.

Wait a minute.

Why did I feel like anything?

And why was everything so dark?

I opened my eyes. I was lying on my back, staring up at gray ceiling tile. Nothing was making sense. Why was I lying down in the first place? Why was standing outside the convenience store the last thing that I remembered? And why was I cold? Ghosts don't need to lie down or sleep, and they don't get cold.

"She's awake!" exclaimed an excited voice.

Suddenly I was aware of four people crowded around me. Looking down at me. Looking at me.

Oh my god. Could they actually see me?

"Are you all right?" asked the same voice, which belonged to the short green guy in front. I suddenly realized that it was Beast Boy. The Teen Titans. I was in a room with the Teen Titans. And they could see me.

"Stand back a bit, guys," Cyborg said. "Give her some room."

My mind was reeling. What had happened? Why was I still cold? Why did I feel like a walking bruise?

Robin gently set his hand on my forehead, looking down at with me with concerned eyes. "Are you okay, Raven?"

Raven?

I sat straight up so quickly that my vision blurred for a moment; the others stepped back in surprise. I was sitting up on a metal table. I lifted my hands, staring at the palms as I curled them into fists. Except they weren't my hands, really. They felt like my hands, and I could control them, but the gray skin was obviously not mine. Another chill ran through me, and now I realized why. I was wearing some sort of leotard, and my bare legs kept coming in contact with the cold table.

And then I saw the mirror across the room. Gray skin. Short, purple hair. Some sort of jewel in the middle of my forehead. Black leotard.

Raven.

I tilted my head, watching as the girl in the mirror did the same. I lifted my hand and touched my hair. The reflection did the same. And I could feel the hair in my fingertips.

Oh shit.

"Hey," Cyborg spoke up, "calm down. You're gonna hyperventilate."

It was only then that I noticed how much I was gasping for air. The sensation of life-giving oxygen pouring into my lungs should have felt fabulous, but I was too shocked by everything.

"Lie back down," Robin said, pushing back on my shoulder until I did as he asked. "Starfire, get a blanket, will you?"

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down and piece things together. Okay, I was still Morgan. I could remember everything about me. My birthday. My favorite color. My eighth-grade locker combination. But I didn't look like Morgan—I looked like Raven. What did I know about Raven?

Nothing.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my surroundings to go away, but they didn't. I could feel the others place a blanket over me. The warmth felt so good. But now I was becoming more aware of the other sensations. The bruise-like pain that stretched along the right side of my body. The dizziness from breathing too quickly. That stuffed sausage feeling. I dare say I'd forgotten just what pain feels like—like when you look back on something and don't remember it being quite as bad as what you thought at the time it happened. But now it was all rushing back.

I rolled over onto my left side, hugging the blanket to me.

"Is friend Raven going to be all right?" I heard Starfire ask quietly. I kept my eyes closed.

"Her vitals look okay," Robin returned. "She's healing just fine."

"But that was…weird," Beast Boy said. "Even for her."

"She was hurt pretty badly in the fight," Cyborg added. "Maybe she just needs a bit of time. After all, she's been unconscious for a few days."

A few days? I'd been lying in the watchtower for a few days? Then where was Raven? Had we switched places? Was she the ghost now, wandering around wondering why no one could see her? And was she now furious because she could see that someone was in her body?

I opened my eyes, scanning the room as I whispered, "Raven, if you can hear me, I swear that I don't know what's going on here." I didn't see anything, but I don't know what I was expecting. After all, I knew damn well that no one could see the dead.

The others stopped talking. There was an awkward pause. Had they heard me? Oh no—did some of these guys have ultra-sonic superior hearing or something? Geez, I didn't know.

"Let's continue outside," I heard Robin say. There was a shuffling of feet as they walked out the door and down the hallway, where their voices were now just soft mumbles.

I sighed. How had I gotten myself into this? And how was I going to tell four superheroes that I had taken over the body of their friend? "Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't know how this happened and I swear I'm not a bad guy"? Somehow I didn't think that was going to cut it.

I was in deep trouble.

I woke up in a different room. This one was dark—dark wallpaper, dark flooring, dark everything. I sat up, gazing around the room. There was a large window to my left, but the blinds had been drawn tight. The door was straight ahead, alongside which hung a giant pentagon-shaped mirror. There was another door to my right, along with lots of shelves filled with books. I was still dressed in my leotard. My shoes and cape rested on a chair beside the bed. I wondered how long I had been sleeping.

My hands absently ran along the velvet comforter. This was Raven's room. And I was still Raven. I had hoped that all of this would have just been some nightmare. Even though ghosts don't have nightmares.

Seconds later I realized that I really needed to pee. And I could certainly use a shower. Well, there had to be a bathroom somewhere around here. I slipped out of the covers, padding over to the door on the right wall. I slowly cracked it open, peering inside. When I saw a sink and toilet, I breathed a sigh of relief. I found the light switch and moved into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

As I relieved my bladder, I found that I had to make a conscious effort not to look in the mirror on the adjacent wall. It had been extremely disconcerting the first time around to see that reflection of a girl that wasn't me.

I finished my business, and then turned toward the shower. I turned on the faucets, placing my hand in the running water until it was at a nice, hot temperature. I hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly guilty that I was going to strip down a body that didn't belong to me. But my body or not, it still needed a shower. Taking a deep breath, I shed my clothes and quickly hopped under the water.

It felt glorious. I leaned back, letting it run into my hair and down my back. As a runaway, I had certainly come to appreciate a hot shower, but it felt even better than I remembered. I stood like that for a few minutes, then decided that it was time to clean up.

There was a dark blue loofah sponge and some shower gel that had the faint fragrance of juniper. I poured the gel into the sponge and began to run it all over my body. Raven's skin was extremely smooth, and I wondered if it was just naturally that way or if she used something on it.

Raven was definitely shorter than I had been in life, which might have been the reason I kept feeling like I was squeezed into something too small for me. Her breasts were smaller than mine had been, too I swear, I only glanced for a second. She had sharp knees and a particularly flat butt. But she also had nicely toned abs and thighs—way better than I ever could have achieved with my old body.

I cleaned every inch, then shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. My fingertips were pruny by the time I shut off the water. I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my body, tucking it in around my breasts so that it wouldn't fall down. Then I stepped out of the shower and quickly ran a comb through my hair, which wasn't hard because my hair wasn't very long. Finally, I wiped the steam off the mirror so that I could get a good look at myself.

There I was. Raven's purple hair. Raven's gray skin. Raven's large, violet eyes. Raven's small lips. Raven's odd, red jewel in the middle of her forehead. I wondered why she looked the way she did. Was she an alien like Superman? The victim of some sort of accident or gypsy curse? Not that I was any expert on superheroes by any means. I had never really thought about it before. Still, no matter what the cause of her inhuman looks, she was still extremely attractive.

"I'm sorry, Raven," I apologized again to the girl in the mirror. "I don't know why things are like this. I'll try to find a way back."

I walked out of the bathroom and over to the window, drawing back the curtains. Warm sunlight poured in through the glass as I gazed at the magnificent view of the water. Wow. I would never have my shades drawn if I could look at this all day.

I suddenly was aware of the smell of pancakes, and my stomach growled loudly. Food. God, I was dying to eat food. But would the other Titans be down there? Probably. But I was going to have to face them sooner or later.

I opened the closet, peering inside. There had to be a dozen hangars in there, all holding the exact same black leotard. I groaned as I looked again, hoping that a pair of jeans or even a skirt would magically appear. Nothing.

What was this Raven thinking? What kind of self-respecting heroine wore an outfit that required her to wax her bikini line on a regular basis? It just wasn't right.

But apparently, it was my only choice for now. I threw off my towel and quickly pulled on the leotard. Then I picked up the cloak, folding it in half and tying it sarong-style around my waist. Yes, it looked slightly odd, but it was better than having to wonder if the leotard was creeping up my butt. Finally, there were the shoes. They were weird—a mix between boots and Peter Pan shoes. I definitely had to get myself to the mall this morning. I slipped them on, and then gave myself a look-over in the mirror. Definitely not the best outfit in the world, but I had certainly worn worse since leaving home. It would do.

My stomach growled again, reminding me that it was time to eat. Yes, time to face the music.

I opened the door, peeking my head out into the hallway. No one was there, which was a good sign. Of course, I also had no idea which way the kitchen was. I guess I could only try to follow my nose.