This choice: Steven is tapped on the shoulder... by Yvonne's body! • Go Back...Chapter #4Charlotte is pissed. by: Unknown As he waited patiently outside the women's toilets, Steven heard a faint gasp through the door. And there's the realization... he thought, trying to picture what Yvonne's reaction might look like. He chuckled to himself before feeling a hand clasp over his shoulder. With surprising force, the hand's owner forcefully turned Steven around to face them.
He was now face-to-face with Yvonne's body, which he knew was currently inhabited by his ornery and vocal young co-worker Charlotte.
"You better tell me what the fuck's going on right now, you son of a bitch," she demanded. "And you better fix it."
Steven smirked. "I switched your body with Yvonne's, that's all."
Charlotte's eyes went wide. "Where is she?" she asked, her grip on Steven's shoulders tightening.
"In the toilets, probably checking herself out."
"Let me in there now," the girl instructed him. He was still standing up against the restroom door, barring her access.
"Why should I?" he retorted, a smug grin still adorning his face.
"...You goddamn--" Charlotte began, rearing back for an adrenaline-fueled punch to Steven's stomach. Steven wasn't afraid of her--he could do essentially anything he wanted to her, after all. And she couldn't really do much about it.
"If you hit me, I'm not changing you back!" he yelled. Charlotte's balled-up fist stopped in its tracks, and after a moment she relaxed herself, finally releasing Steven from her grasp. She stared him down with a livid expression, one which was even more frightening than Steven had ever seen Yvonne make before.
"...What do you want from me?" Charlotte muttered through gritted teeth.
"Look," Steven began, "I'm just trying to help Yvonne. She's going through some things right now and I figured some time away would be good for her. Besides," he continued, massaging his shoulder where Charlotte had grabbed him, "you could stand to learn one or two things about respect."
"Hmph." The former teenager's angry expression slowly faded, and she cast a guilty glance at the floor, trying to avert her eyes from Steven. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right about her disrespectful attitude. Besides, if she didn't agree to his terms, he could make things even worse for her. "...Okay... Okay." she sighed, calming herself. "I get it." Then, looking back at Steven, "...Um, I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"It's alright," Steven assured her. "It won't be for too long. And I'll switch you back if Yvonne isn't happy. Just make sure you keep this power of mine under wraps, got it?"
Charlotte nodded reluctantly. And just then, the bathroom door creaked open. A blushing Yvonne walked out as Steven stepped out of the way. The women gazed at each other for a while, amazed that they were looking at themselves from someone else's eyes. Eventually, Yvonne forced her eyes away from her former body and addressed Steven like she had intended to.
"Steven... Thanks for looking out for me," she smiled. The man returned her warm expression with one of his own. Then Yvonne continued...
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