Waking up from a nap was the worst part. It reminded Toris that time passed even when he wasn't around to witness time passing, and now he had to carefully and quickly finish all his homework, while also trying to sleep at a normal time, despite not being tired.

It was strange, though. Upon waking up, he was no longer in his living room anymore, in fact, he woke up in a twin-sized bed, and was covered in a large, frilly pink blanket.

This wasn't his living room or bedroom at all. In fact, Toris was confident this wasn't even his house. Looking around him, the color was everywhere: the walls, pink. The pillowcase, pink. The room had a built-in bookshelf that was stuffed to the brim with pink stuffed animals, though there stood a lone, green dragon plush. There was of course a few books on the shelf too, though they appeared untouched and in mint condition.

He noticed two doors: one directly facing him, and another in the opposite corner of the room. There was a mirror on the other door, but all he saw was the reflection of a dress that hung on the wall. Curiously, he got up, and noticed that when he did he felt a helluva lot shorter.

Once he saw himself in the mirror, he let out a girlish shriek.

The very first thing he thought to do was pinch himself. Toris pinched himself over and over, until he held onto a pinch so hard that tears were brought to his eyes.

This wasn't a dream.

Toris couldn't even process how this logically made any sense. He had never crossed a magician, nevermind the fact that magic, such as body switching could never possibly happen — yet it was happening right now, in Toris's dream. Only, it wasn't a dream, and this was all very real, and if Toris was in the right mindset he'd be pondering how the world works, and how this goes against everything that we're taught from such a young age (or whatever age you learn it). That we're taught that calamities (such as the one that Toris was experiencing right now) we're impossible.

But Toris didn't care to wonder why this was happening. He just needed more time to freak out about this.

...

Okay, he was still a little freaked out, but he was beginning to ask himself; why exactly was this happening? Why here, why now?

He let himself fall to the pink, carpeted floor and pondered. Toris hadn't been struck by lightning, or eaten a magical fortune cookie, nor did he steal a pair of magical earrings from the mall. But after wondering why this was happening he came to a crucial discovering.

Feliks was most definitely (or rather, totally) in his body right now.

Toris was now in a full-force panic, as he anxiously searched the room for a phone, something that he could call himself with. Luckily, life was on Toris's side as he had found Feliks's phone plugged into the wall. It was a smartphone or something — something which Toris himself was unfamiliar with, as he had ashamedly owned a flip phone. It's not that he feared technology, but it had been the cheaper choice (and his dad, was, for better words frugal).

He noticed the button at the bottom of the phone, and recalled many classmates pressing their fingers against said button to get it to the home screen. Toris wasn't too sure how it worked, but figured it was better to try that than to guess whatever long and complicated pin Feliks might have.

Surprisingly, he tried Feliks's left index finger, and he was in. It had been surprisingly easy, that Toris was shocked. Feliks's phone background was of him and his friend, Elisabeta. He recognized her from his intro to business classes, where she was the most tolerable person there.

Toris pressed the call button, but his finger slipped and he accidentally pressed the contacts button. Oops. He felt embarrassed, but upon noticing he had only two people in his contacts, Toris's heart sank.

Dad and Liz. Toris didn't peg Feliks as the type to not have many friends. Maybe he found it had to get close to people?

Toris shook his head. He wasn't Feliks's therapist, and perhaps Feliks didn't just give out his number all willy nilly. Still, Toris thought he better input his number into contacts, since the two were in a project together he figured his number could be of use for the boy.

Also, he was literally in Feliks's body, which seemed pretty important.

Surprisingly, Toris was figuring out how to use a smartphone rather quickly, and inputted his name, contact info, and other things into the contact information. He even got up to take a picture of the green dragon plush on Feliks's shelf, which was the only green thing in the room (minus Feliks's backpack, that sat at the end of his bed).

Finally, after realizing he was wasting his time, he got the courage to call Feliks (or rather, himself). Toris sat criss-cross-apple-sauce on Feliks's bed, one hand had Feliks's phone pressing against his ear, the other hand nervously drumming his fingers on Feliks's knee.

God this was all so weird.

Toris noticed the curtains behind a rather large window led to a balcony upon opening. Figuring he could benefit from the fresh air, Toris took a step outside and sat on one of the chairs on the aforementioned balcony.

Toris had no idea a dial tone could be so long.

Then, finally.

"Hello?" A rather tired (and eerily similar) voice answered the phone. Was that really what he sounded like...?

"Um-" Toris began to speak, but was interrupted.

"Look, I don't know who's phone this is but I was kind of sleeping, and it's like, 2 in the AM. I'd appreciate it if you don't call back till after I wake up. Or ever. Byeeee."

His own voice had said those words, but upon hearing the call ended sound, he knew damn well that Feliks Lukasiewicz was in his body.

"Damn it Feliks, you're a terrible friend!" Toris grumbled loudly, as set his phone down on the balcony's table, too mad to even form words right now!

But he had to remain resilient. He called his own number again, now ready to give Feliks a mouthful.

And this time, Feliks seemed much more water to listen.

"Hey, this is such a crazy dream!" Those were the first words he had heard himself say.

"This is not a dream, Feliks!" Toris yelled quietly into the phone.

"Shut up!" Feliks spoke in a girly manner, and it made Toris cringe because that was his voice that Feliks was talking with.

"Feliks, I'm serious." Toris sighed. This was hopeless. Feliks was hopeless.

"Okay, sorry, I'm like awake and stuff now. This is all just so hard to process. This reminds me of Freaky Friday." He heard the sounds of Feliks shuffling on the other end.

"Or maybe like, It's a Boygirl thing. Ever see that movie?"

Toris blinked. "No, I-"

"Good, don't. It's horribly sexist, and poorly executed."

"Feliks! You're not even a LITTLE freaked out? I'm you, YOU'RE me, how does that even happen!?"

There was silence for a long time on the other end. Then suddenly, he heard his breath quicken, and the sound of the phone dropping to the floor.

Then, the line cut dead.

"Feliks!?" Toris was now feeling nervous. What had happened? What caused Feliks to drop the phone like that?

Anxiously, Toris called over and over — this proved to be futile, as it went straight to voicemail, every time.

Endless possibilities raced through Toris's mind, and he hatched out a poorly thought out plan.

Toris was now on a mission to find himself. Looking over at the top of the balcony, he somewhat recognized the neighborhood, he figured his house wasn't too far from here. He didn't bother to think how dangerous it might be, to walk alone in the middle of the night.

Toris just needed to make sure that he — or rather, Feliks, was okay.

Legit wrote this in one sitting. Sorry it's a bit shorter than the other chapters, next one should be longer. Despite my previous statement, I wrote this on my phone. I'll check back for any grammar mistakes later; cheers!