Troy woke suddenly, the period bell ringing in his ears. Groaning, he dragged himself into a sitting position and gazed around with bleary eyes, trying to remember where he was. Quite a distance away from him, Ryan was also stirring.
Troy ran his fingers through his hair, still a bit drowsy. He was awake enough, however, to realise his hair was longer then usual, and wavier. He swung a bit round to look at. It was dark brown.
Troy tore off the goggles he was wearing(?) as all sleepiness deserted him. Why do I have long, dark brown hair, he wondered, before realising his hands had changed too. They were slimmer and smoother.
'What is happening to me?' Troy panicked. His voice sounded higher then normal. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a black apron, but that didn't disguise the fact that his body was, well, feminine now.
Troy heard an odd noise, a strangled shriek. He lifted his head to see Ryan backing away from him, staring at him in horror.
'Who the hell are you?' Ryan yelped.
Poor Gabriella. When she woke, she knew something wasn't right. She had a quicker mind then Troy and had realised what was going on. That still hadn't prepared her to come face to face with herself. Well, her body at least. Her soul, her spirit - some part of her wasn't there. It was stuck. Here.
In Ryan's body.
You can't exactly blame her for shouting at her body and whoever was in it. How would you feel if one second you were normal, and the next...
Troy stared at Ryan, puzzled. He was even more puzzled when Ryan seemed to struggle with himself to calm down, but his eyes were still wide.
'Er, Ryan? Are you okay?' Troy asked, getting to his feet.
Ryan flinched. 'Don't call me that!'
'But isn't it your name?'
'I don't know,' Ryan muttered, shaking his head and also standing up. 'I don't know.'
He faced Troy. 'Who are you?'
'What do you mean, who am I?' Troy asked, confused.
'Look behind you,' Ryan said.
Troy quickly glanced behind him.
'No,' Ryan corrected him. 'Turn around fully.'
Still puzzled, Troy spun around and looked. What he saw made him want to shriek like Ryan had done. Instead, he gasped.
Defiantly Troy, Gabriella decided, wondering if that was a good or bad thing. She watched as he, in her body, gazed open-mouthed at Troy's unconscious body. Her mind jumped to another problem: if she was in Ryan's body and Troy was in hers, who was in Troy's?
Troy was too shocked to take in what was happening to him. There was his body, knocked out. Yet here he was.
With long, dark brown hair.
With a girl's body.
Oh god.
Oh no.
He looked at Ryan.
' I'm Gabriella,' Ryan said. 'I think we've switched bodies.'