Minds Wide Open
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These character belong to the creator of Sonny With A Chance.
Couple: Tawni/Sonny
Rating: M
Chapter 2
Huh?
Sonny's POV
The first thing that I noticed upon waking up was the way that my head was pounding, it hurt, bad. I could literally feel my pulse beating violently in my ears and I wondered what had happened. My mind could not recall the visit to the zoo, the last thing I remember was the beautiful lions and Tawni being slightly nicer than usual. Everything else was unable to be recalled.
Sitting up in my bed I noticed. "This is not my bed." My eyes widened as I heard the familiar voice that escaped my lips. Lips that I was now noticing were covered in a thin gloss that tasted oddly chocolate-y. "That was not my voice! Neither was that!" Shouting I stood out of the bed and immediately tripped over my feet. My ankle practically twisted due to the heels that I was wearing. Heels that were attached to feet that were definitely not mine.
"Oh my gosh what the heck?" I asked frantically as my heart started to pound, or maybe it wasn't my heart at all. The feet were tanned and manicured, each toe painted a hot pink. I recognized these feet, the voice, even the heels. "Tawni?" I screeched in that high-pitched voice I had grown to love.
Standing to the best of my ability in the four inch heels I stumbled toward one of the many mirrors in the room. Not that I needed to see myself to know what had happened. The walls were hot pink with Tawni spelled out in gold all over them.
As I reached the mirror my eyes widened, my blue eyes. More like Tawni's blue eyes. The reflection staring back at me looked nothing like Sonny Munroe, blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. Smudged makeup blue eyes, spray-tanned skin, and bright floral clothing. "Oh god. How did this happen?" I squeaked out nervously, only my squeaky voice came out different than usual. This was completely impossible people did not change bodies. Wait? Had we changed bodies? Was Tawni now waking up in my body? At my house? "I need to find Tawni!"
Looking down at the outfit I tried to sift through all of the unnecessary pockets in search for that hot pink cell phone I knew she always carried, but I was having no look. Looking around the room I started to get frustrated as all that I found were containers of makeup and coco moco "loco" lip-gloss. "Gah! Where is here phone?" I screeched and found that her voice naturally came off whiney. It made me laugh a bit, but quickly I focused back on the task at hand.
I may not have found her phone, but I did find the keys to her amazing convertible. Biting down on her bottom-lip I tasted that sweetness and blushed a little as I now knew what it would taste like to kiss the girl I had been crushing on for so long. Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind I rushed out of the room and toward the car.
Before I made it to the door I was stopped abruptly by a blonde who looked a lot like my best friend. I recognized the older version of Tawni though it took a moment; this was her mother, Tammie. The next realization was that she thought that I was her daughter.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Turning around on my heels I stumbled just a bit which she noticed as cold blue eyes glued to my stance. Quickly I tried to balance myself unsuccessfully. "Um to the studio."
"Oh no you are not, not before we weigh you." She stated it certainly, as if it were something that the two of them did on a regular basis. Despite my confusion I decided it was best to simply oblige and do as my friend would do naturally. "Don't just stand there looking stupid, come on."
As Tammie grabbed ahold of me, her grip was a bit tight around my arm and I let out a yelp of pain allowing her to drag me through the house toward the bathroom. Her perfect nails were now digging into my skin as I allowed my eyes to wander the house. It was nothing like my own home, nothing about it screamed homey at all. Once in the bathroom she pushed me in front of a full length mirror and told me to strip down.
"Wait what?"
"You know the procedure! Strip down now!" She commanded like a general at a military base. It was intimidating to say the least.
Uncomfortably I started to strip out of my outfit, now staring at my almost completely exposed body. Well, Tawni's now almost completely exposed body. The only thing covering my delicate areas being the hot pink panties and bra. As awkward as it was for me, the entire situation, I allowed my eyes to roam over my best friend's body. She was beyond gorgeous, her toned stomach, her beautiful breasts, every inch tanned to perfection. My mind wandered to inappropriate places for a moment, as I thought of how amazing it would be to be in my own body seeing this.
Quickly snapped out of it by Tawni's mother shouting at me I stepped onto the scale with a push from the older blonde. "Now let's see if you have lost weight."
'Lost weight?' I thought as I looked down at my pink toes nervously watching the scale climb. Looking over blue eyes had widened as she watched the scale numbers climb over the hundreds. I could tell that she was growing angry as the arrow stopped on 132.
"One-hundred-thirty-two pounds! Wow! You've gained weight! God I knew that you were nowhere near as skinny as I was at your age, but who knew my daughter was morbidly obese?"
"Obese!" I screeched out very upset with her mother, how could someone say that to their daughter. "How could you say that to your daughter?" My voice was defensive, I was trying to defend the blonde not really thinking about how it would appear I were talking back to my own mother.
"What was that you selfish bitch? How dare you talk back to me?" She screeched.
Before I knew what was happening I felt the sting of a hand slapping against my cheek, it burnt, and my head was knocked to the side. Tears threatened my eyes as I fell against the wall half naked and feeling completely worthless watching Tammie smirking down at me, the girl that she thought was her daughter.
"Now get to work and make us some money. Mommy loves you." Adding insult to injury the older woman leant down and hugged me kissing the top of my head. "Toodles." Turning on her heels she left the bathroom leaving me to get dressed and wonder about the mother-daughter dynamic between Tawni and Tammie and just how healthy it really was. Because what I was seeing was certainly not a healthy relationship.
Tawni's POV
"Ouch!" I shouted out in pain at the throbbing in my head and the aching of my neck. My voice sounded a bit more deep than usual I sounded a lot like. "Sonny?" Now I knew it that voice that had just escaped my lips was not my own, it belonged to a certain bubbly brunette. "What the hell?" I questioned as I sat up on the couch? I recognized the scent of the couch immediately; I was sleeping on the smelly old couch in Sonny's apartment.
My eyes widened as I looked around, first thing they landed on was that needle-pointed pillow that I had claimed to make. "Ah!" I screamed out, my voice nowhere near as high as it should have been. Then my eyes landed on the ugly drapes and I shrieked out again. "Ahh!" Then lastly my eyes landed on the brunette mother who was rushing into the living room with worried eyes, Connie, Sonny's mother. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed out in my best friend's voice thrashing around on the couch frustrated.
"Sonny, Sonny! Are you okay! Sweetie, calm down you just had a bad dream." Connie said soothingly, which was so different than the way that my mother treated me. This had to all be a bad dream. How the hell could I be here? And had she called me Sonny.
"Sonny?" I screeched now.
"Yes, sweetie, you are okay. I'm here now. Shh. Shh." The older woman wrapped me up in warm arms and I felt my heart racing as I tried to understand what was going on. Looking down I witnessed that I was wearing full body pajamas with cows on them. My face distorted in disgust.
"What the hell is going on here? I'm not Sonny!" Now pulling back Sonny's mother looked at me with large worried eyes. I felt that I were about to hyperventilate as I stood to my sock clad feet and rushed across the room to the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror I screamed out loudly in the familiar voice of my best friend. "Ahhh! What the fuck! I look just like Sonny!"
"Sweetie language! And of course you do, you are Sonny. Wow that hit on your head must have really knocked you silly."
"I'm Sonny?" I questioned hesitantly raising a finger to my chest.
"Yes." She said laughing amusedly.
"And you are my mother?" My voice shook with annoyance and confusion as well as a bit of fear. I tried not to ever show my fear for it was weakness but this was insane, how could something like this have been physically possible.
"Yes." She stretched the word this time looking at me as if I had grown another arm. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the doctor? You may have a concussion." She stated this quickly as she ran into the living room grabbing hold of the phone. I chased her into the other room and grabbed ahold of her arm taking note of my short black nails.
"I'm fine mom. Really, I just need to get to the studio!" With that I turned and headed toward the door, I needed to find Sonny, this was not okay. The last person that I wanted to be was that bubbly girl who always seemed to penetrate my Tawni bubble. I wanted to be me again, perfect and beautiful, not her!
"Sweetie?"
Glancing over my shoulders I looked at Connie confused. "Yeah?"
"You should probably get dressed." After saying it she laughed and I let out a groan heading into Sonny's bedroom in order to find something to wear. Knowing I would not find anything that would appeal to me. The brunette did not exactly know how to accessorize.
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Authors note: Got one review! Thank you so much Cain! You were my inspiration for my first fic and you keep inspiring me with all of your kind words! :) Anywho thank all of my other amazing reviewers and I hope that you all love this story and review! I am nervous about the first person-ness of it, hoping it goes over well!
-Tracy Cook