Chapter 3 – Someone Else Body.
"Chris wake up man we gotta go." Randy said.
Trish moaned and rolled over in the bed not hearing what Randy had just said.
"Just a sec Randy."
Trish then opened her eyes quickly and looked round.
"RANDY!" Trish yelled.
Trish sat up straight in the bed looking horrified looking around she noticed this wasn't her hotel room.
"What are you doing here? What the hell am I doing here?" Trish yelled.
"You feeling okay man?" Randy asked.
"What are you talking about? Turn round anyway and stop looking at me!" Trish yelled pulling the covers up.
Randy looked extremely confused but did as he thought Chris had said and turned round.
"Chris how much did you have to drink last night?" Randy asked confused.
"Why are you calling me Chris?" Trish yelled.
"Um I guess because that's your name." Randy said confused.
"No it's not it's…" Trish stopped as she caught a sight of her hand.
Trish looked horrified as she looked down at her body a body that didn't belong to her. Trish touched her face and felt stubble around her mouth and long side burns. Feeling her hair Trish felt shorter coarser hair than she was used to. Finally she shrieked as she moved her hand down between her legs and felt something that definitely shouldn't be there.
"Dude you okay?" Randy had turned around.
"What the fuck happened." Trish screamed standing up out of the bed.
"Well we went out to that place for the dinner thing and…" Randy began to say.
"No you idiot what the fuck happened to me?" Trish yelled.
"I don't know what you mean?" Randy asked even more confused.
"I'm a god damn man that's what happened!" Trish yelled.
Randy stared at Chris for a long time then laughed.
"Are you still drunk?"
Trish didn't look impressed at this.
"NO of course I'm not drunk you idiot. Tell me what the hell you and Chris have done to me NOW?" Trish yelled.
Randy frowned and raised his eyebrows. "You are Chris."
Trish felt like she was going to faint at those words. Unable to compute what was going on she ran to the mirror on the wall and stood looking into it for a very long time.
"Oh my god." Trish whimpered.
Trish moved her left hand and the reflection of Chris she saw moved his left hand to. Trish pulled a face and Chris's did the same. After a lot of moving about Trish turned to Randy who was still standing there looking totally confused at what he was seeing.
"Care to explain."
"You must be right Randy I am drunk, that's right totally drunk…and um I have to go." Trish said nervously walking towards the door.
"Where?" Randy asked.
"To see someone." Trish said quickly unlocking the door.
"But Chris."
"What!" Trish yelled.
"You only have your underwear on." Randy pointed to Chris's boxers.
Trish turned around and looked back in the mirror. Randy was right he was only wearing his boxers. Trish laughed a little and ran to the bathroom and put on a robe that was hanging up and then walked out of the room again.
"Good luck." Randy said as he watched Chris walk.
Randy scratched his head and blinked a few times then walked over to his bed and lay down.
"I need more sleep."
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"Trish wake up!" Amy yelled louder.
Trish did nothing but stayed fast asleep.
Amy looked over at Mickie who was standing in the doorway waiting for the red head.
"I don't know what's wrong. I just can't wake her." Amy shrugged.
"Lets just go, she doesn't need to be there anyway." Mickie shrugged.
"Okay then, I'll come back later." Amy walked away.
As the two girls walked outside of the room they ran into Chris who looked panicky.
"Hey Chris." Amy said.
"Hey Ames." Trish said softly.
Amy looked a little strange at what Chris had just called her.
"I mean what's up Amy." Trish said trying to sound deep.
"We're good right Mickie." Amy looked at her friend.
"We are just going for breakfast wanna come?" Mickie asked.
"No I need to speak to Chr…I mean me…no I mean Trish." Trish said nervously.
"She's in there but good job trying to wake her, he'd dead to the world." Amy said pointing into the room.
"I know just the thing…I'll erm see you two later." Trish smiled and walked in to the room.
Trish walked over to her bed and saw herself lay sound asleep in it. Moaning angrily Trish walked in to the bathroom and filled the trashcan with cold water. Walking back over to the bed she threw the whole thing over herself.
"Get up you son of a bitch!" Trish yelled.
"What the fuck!" Chris shouted.
Chris sat up in bed soaking wet through and looked over at Trish. Closing his eyes he put his hands to them and rubbed them. Then opened them again but still looked confused.
"Am I still dreaming, cause I'm seeing things." Chris said confused.
"No you're not seeing things. Now give me back my body you sick pervert!" Trish yelled loudly.
"Huh your body I don't have your body." Chris was confused.
"GET UP!" Trish yelled.
Trish walked round and pulled Chris out of bed and dragged him over to the full length mirror on the wall.
"Look!" Trish yelled standing back.
Chris looked in the mirror for a few seconds moving his hands and legs then smiled and turned back to Trish.
"Cool."
A/N: Hope you liked it i really anjoyed writing that chapter.
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