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I arrived at my house after our candy escapades were concluded. I waved goodbye to my friends, and then went into the house.

My parents were up waiting for me. They're normally in bed by now, but they had stayed up to make sure that I got home safely. I was a bit nervous. What were they going to think?

(They expect you to come home looking like this, so you should be fine,) Edward said telepathically, (Just don't let them see your eyes.)

(Right,) I said, (I don't want them to see that.)

A pair of sunglasses was lying on the coffee table. I quickly grabbed them and put them on. I hoped that Mom and Dad wouldn't question me too hard about that.

My dad came into the room. "Well, sweetie, did you have a good time?"

"Oh yes, extremely," I said.

My dad started to chuckle. "What are you wearing those sunglasses for? They don't make you look anything like Ed."

"Well…" I searched my mind frantically to find and answer, "He did wear a pair of sunglasses once, when he was in disguise."

"Really? I didn't know that," said my dad, "But it's time for you to get out of your disguise and go to bed." He planted a kiss on my forehead. "Good night, angel."

"Good night, Daddy," I said as I hugged him.

I then turned to my mother. "Good night, Mother," I said as I kissed her cheek.

"Good night, sweetheart," she said, "Off to bed now."

(Phew! I managed to get through that undetected,) I thought as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

(You did well,) said Edward, (I'm impressed. But tell me, do you kiss you parents every night?)

(Of course I do!) I replied, (Why wouldn't I?)

(It'll just take me awhile to get used to it, I guess,) said Edward.

I entered my room and changed into my nightgown, which Edward seemed a little embarrassed about wearing. (You'll just have to get used to the fact that you're in a girl's body now,) I told him. He seemed to understand that, but I'm sure that that didn't make things any easier.

I looked into the mirror on top of my vanity. "Edward," I said aloud, "Is there anything that you could do about my hair? My parents will be sure to notice that by morning."

"Couldn't you just dye it back to its natural color?" asked Ed. It was strange that we were speaking aloud to each other, but it just didn't feel natural not to.

"No, I'm not allowed to dye my hair. My mom's a beautician and can tell whether hair is dyed or not, even if it looks natural," I said.

"Well," said Edward, "I once changed the color of my hair through a transmutation. I could try that here, but I'm not sure if I can use alchemy in this body."

"Let's try it anyway," I said, "What do I need to do?"

"Just get me a bowl of water, and let the hair hang loose over the water. I'll handle the rest," said Edward.

I quickly fetched the bowl of water and let out my hair…Ed's hair…whatever over the bowl of water. I could feel him take over my body again. Would I never get used to this?

"Ok, here goes," he said. He clapped his hands together, and then placed them both on the basin. The water changed color, and the color rose up through my hair.

"Take a look in the mirror, and see if that worked," said Ed. I looked in the mirror, and sure enough, my hair color was back to normal.

"You're amazing, Ed!" I said.

Edward chuckled, "Well, thank you for thinking so. Just understand that this isn't real dye, so it'll wash out in a few days. It's merely a transmutation of water."

"Understood," I said. I disposed of the water, turned off the light and hopped into bed.

(I wonder what to do about my eyes now?) I thought. Even though I preferred to converse aloud with Ed, I didn't dare do so after my light were out. It would make my parents suspicious.

(I don't know yet,) said Edward, (Just keep bluffing until I think of something. Those sunglasses might work for a while.)

(For a while, maybe,) I replied, (But not for very long.)

(I'm sure that I'll have thought of something by then,) he said, (Just hang tight.)

I closed my eyes and said good night to Ed. I couldn't sleep quite yet though. So much had happened in the past few hours that my racing mind wouldn't allow me to rest. I found it easier to just let my mind race. Sleep would eventually come. Edward's mind appeared to be racing too, so it looking like it was going to be a long night for the both of us.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but think of how desperate Ed must've been to enter someone's body without their consent. His spirit might never have moved on otherwise. Of course, he hadn't moved on just yet, since he was still in my body, but he would be able to someday. Would he be stuck with me until I died?

Yet, in spite of this, he was still kind enough to let me have priority over my own body. His was obviously the stronger soul, which explained why he could control me while I couldn't control him. He didn't exploit that though. He seemed to want me to just live my life as normally as possible under the circumstances.

Finally, we both fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to my mom shaking me awake. "Wake up sleepyhead; you're going to be late for school.

I groggily opened my eyes to slits just big enough to see out of and said, "What time is it?"

"It's 7:30," my mom said, "I let you sleep in a little today, but you'll have to hurry up or you'll be late for school."

"Okay, I'll be up in a minute," I said. She left the room and went downstairs.

(Thank goodness she didn't see your eyes.)

I jumped. I'd forgotten about the night before, but quickly remembered. "Oh, Edward, good morning," I yawned.

(Good morning,) he thought back. He must've been too tired to speak aloud. That was understandable, since we shared the same body, and this body was definitely tired.

I started to pick out my clothes, when Edward spoke up. (Don't forget to cover up the auto-mail. That short-sleeved shirt won't cover it up too well.)

He certainly had a point, so I put the T-shirt back and grabbed a long-sleeved shirt. (That'll work,) he said, (But you'll have to wear those gloves from last night.)

(I'd never be able to get away with that,) I said.

(Just do your best. I'll help you out if I can,) he said.

(I hope this works,) I said.

So, I got dressed, slipped on the gloves and the sunglasses, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Mom hadn't finished making breakfast yet, but she had a glass of milk waiting for me on the table. I picked up the glass, took a sip, and immediately spit it back out.

"Mom, what's wrong with this milk? It tastes terrible!"

Mom turned from what she was doing at the stove and said to me, "There's nothing wrong with that milk. I had some just this morning."

"But I've never tasted such awful tasting milk," I said as I poured my glass down the drain.

"Are you feeling alright?" my mom said as she placed her hand on my forehead, "I don't feel a fever. It's strange though, you usually like milk. Go ahead and get some orange juice."

As I poured my orange juice, I thought, (What's the matter with me?)

(Nothing,) came the reply, (You simply inherited another trait from me.)

(Oh, that's right; you don't like milk, do you?) I said.

I sat down at the dining room table with my orange juice. My mother soon came in carrying a bowlful of oatmeal, and set it down in front of me.

"Thanks," I said, and began to eat.

"You're not going to wear those to school, are you?" asked Mom, pointing to my gloves.

"Why not?" I said.

"Sweetheart, you can't go around pretending to be Edward Elric all the time. Take those off."

I didn't know what to do. If I took off the gloves, she would see the auto-mail underneath, and then I'd really have some explaining to do. I felt Ed take over my body again. For once, I was relieved that he did so.

"My hands are a little cold right now," he said, "I'll take them off when I get to school."

"Very well," she said, "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Never better," said Ed, "I'm fine, really. Don't worry so much."

"I'm just a mother," she said. She then leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Have a nice day, sweetheart."

I finished my oatmeal, grabbed my books, and left. She didn't suspect anything just yet. So far, so good.

(I wish I could have had some warning about that kiss,) said Ed.

I chuckled in response, (You'll get used to it.)

Since my school's nearby, I just walk there, though I was jogging today since I got a late start.

(What do I do at school? They're not going to let me wear my gloves there,) I asked.

(I don't know, just try to keep your right hand hidden. You're left handed, aren't you?)

(Yes,) I said.

(Then we might be able to pull it off. Just try to keep your right hand hidden, so that no one asks questions,) said Ed.

(I'll try,) I said. I just knew that this was going to be a long day.