Sweaty and tired, I walked out of gym class and into the school hallways. Walking up to the water fountain, I didn't notice Kelly Compton, who I assumed was coming out of volleyball practice walking towards it as well.
"Hey, watch where you're going, runt!" she exclaimed. I was too tired to protest. It wasn't like I was a runt, I was actually pretty tall- about 6'0". It was just that Kelly happened to be a whopping 6'5", and counting. Of course, due to her height, she was the school's star volleyball and girl's basketball player. She was actually kind of pretty, but most guys found her intimidating due to her massive height. I waited patiently as she drank.
All of a sudden, I felt water at my lips, and almost choked on it.
"What the hell?" I heard a familiar voice say. My voice, I realized. I turned around and was looking down at myself. Not the body I was in, but my real body.
"What's going on?" I asked in a voice that was deep for a girl.
"What the fuck? Give me back my body!" exclaimed my old self. I looked down at myself. I was in a very tall, female body. Then I realized- somehow, I'd switched bodies with Kelly Compton!
"Calm down," I said, looking around and making sure nobody else was in the area.
"Calm down? You stole my body!" she exclaimed angrily.
"I didn't 'steal your body', and I'm just as confused as you! Seriously, why would I want to be you?"
She shook her... my head?
"My sports career is over. I can't play volleyball in a body this short."
"Hey, I'm not that short. You're just freakishly tall!"
"Don't talk to me!"
"Listen, we need to figure out just what the hell is going on," I said. "Just pretend to be me for a while, and we can sort this all out."
"Fine, I'll pretend to be you. But you better figure out how to switch us back! There's no way I'm spending the rest of my life as you !"
We exchanged phone numbers and other information, and I went to Kelly's locker. It was the end of the day, so I had to pack up her stuff and go to her house- something I wasn't exactly looking forward to.
I went to her locker and entered the combo- 14-20-32 . My fingers were a lot longer now, and it was odd to walk through the halls at such a high vantage point.
I grabbed her stuff and walked out to the parking lot to her car, and drove to her house. I had some trouble driving because I still wasn't totally used to my new limbs. I hoped I wouldn't have to get used to them.
Nobody was home yet when I got to her house. It was a relatively simple, one-story house in a small neighborhood that a lot of kids in our town lived in. I looked at myself in a mirror. It was so weird seeing a different face and body in the reflection.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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