“Carmen, we don't even know if this thing works,” you say.
“You're just making excuses,” she laughs. “Stop being such a coward! Life is for living, John. Do you really want to sit there on your deathbed someday wondering 'what if?' Go ahead and refuse this deal if you want. But I'm going to take the bowl and slip myself into the skins of tons of other people … and then make out with their partners. Mmm, it's exciting just thinking about it. And you really don't want a piece of this? John, dear brother – you may as well go join a monastery, because life is passing you by.”
“Carmen, it isn't that I don't want to experiment with the bowl,” you protest. “If it really works, that's incredible. And I'm way curious about trying it out. But …”
“But what?” Carmen sighs impatiently. “You just admitted that you're curious.”
“Curious about bodyswapping – not curious about making out with you! Carmen, you're my sister,” you say, struggling to explain your mixed emotions on the subject.
“Fine, be that way,” she says, acting surprisingly calm. You had been afraid she would have blown up at you in a rage or something. “But I'm taking the bowl and I'm going to be using it.”
“I don't think that's such a ...” you try to say.
“Oh hush, baby brother!” she laughs. “It's no concern of yours any longer.”
Carmen picks up the bowl you discovered and carries it off with her into another part of the house.
You're left standing there alone in the hot, stuffy attic feeling like you've just been had.
You found that thing! Why should she just get to take it? That didn't seem fair. But on the other hand, her plan sounded creepy and wrong. And what if she followed through with her threat to swap with some girl and start making out with you anyhow! Anytime you're with a girl now, you'll always be wondering in the back of your mind if it's really Carmen doing an impersonation act with the help of this soul swapping bowl. Carmen is wild and unpredictable like that. She would really do such things: steal somebody's body and then go make out with her own brother, without him knowing what was happening. The bowl was in pretty dangerous hands as long as Carmen possessed it. Maybe he shouldn't have let it out of his sight so easily? Shouldn't he have fought harder to keep it for himself?
“I'll worry about it later,” you tell yourself, heading back down from the attic.
Dejected, you return to your room and stretch out on your bed. The search of the attic was a bust, leaving with you nothing but sweat and exhaustion. You close your eyes, and before you know it you've dozed off into sleep.
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