You take a second glance at the driver's license before stuffing it back into this woman's handbag. Aliyah Williams, huh? Rotten thing to steal her life, but if it means you can keep tabs on your old body (and the soul that hijacked it), maybe you can stop him from doing anything bad to your girlfriend. Just thinking of the trouble he could get your body into causes you to shiver. Or... maybe it's this woman's attire. Her tan tube top doesn't cover much above the waist:
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You rock unsteadily on Aliyah's heels, silently cursing yourself for not picking a bigger, manlier body to confront the body snatcher. You've got a snowball's chance in Hell of overpowering your old body like this... speaking of which, where did they go?
Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit... you glance around the busy street, seeing dozens of other people but not them. To make matters worse, you have to move around people to see past them, as this woman's small 5'4'' frame doesn't help much. You trip and stumble a few times on the uneven sidewalks, built at a time when these streets were dominated by horse and carriage rather than motor vehicles. Several minutes of anguish pass as your hopes of finding them fade... but just as you are about to give up, you spot them entering a cafe down the street.
Of course! Your old body was starving, having spent most of the day having fun at the beach. You follow behind and enter the cafe after them, climbing up onto a barstool at the counter so you can see them sitting at a table nearby.
A server greets you politely and hands you a menu. You flick through it disinterestedly, flipping it between your new french-tipped fingernails, and order a water and salad. It isn't very appetizing, but it looks like something this woman might normally eat given her figure. Actually, given the lustful sidelong glances of the other male patrons at the counter, it seems as though you're the most appetizing thing in the cafe at the moment. Getting 'the male gaze' for the first time turns out to be a lot more discomforting than you expected, especially since you didn't want anyone getting between you and the hijacker.
Does this woman have any food allergies? You aren't sure but decide to pick out the walnuts from the salad anyway. Meanwhile, the hijacker is laughing away with your girlfriend, placing his hand over hers and leaning in for a kiss. She doesn't seem disturbed at all, instead receiving the kiss with as much love and passion as if she thought she is kissing you.
But that's not you sitting there anymore. You doubt your girlfriend would find kissing you very appealing at the moment, as a Black woman.
So but how is that possible? The hijacker doesn't know anything about you or her, yet he's aping your behaviour and mannerisms perfectly! You can't catch every word of their conversation amid the clinking of glasses and plates, ambient chatter of patrons, and light jazz music piping in from the loudspeakers suspended from the ceiling. But you can definitely hear the hijacker talking about things only you would know.
How is he doing that?? It is frustrating, you grit your teeth and resist the urge to confront them right then and there. That wouldn't be wise; the hijacker could simply call you a crazy person and your girlfriend might believe it. Unless you manage to tell her something a random stranger shouldn't know, something only her boyfriend would know...
As you ponder what you might say to persuade her without coming across as completely bonkers, you notice them paying for their bill and standing up to leave. You desperately reach into Aliyah's purse and snatch out some cash, slapping it down on the table and hurrying out the door behind them. Making sure not to follow too closely behind, you tail them for a few blocks wondering where they're going. You're still wobbling on Aliyah's high heels, thankful for the height boost and lucky you haven't fallen and broken your neck yet. You can't get over the womanly pitching of your hips and wiggling of your bum with every step either. It's as if this body is designed to be as feminine as possible.
The hijacker looks behind him and makes brief eye contact with you. He turns around again and resumes holding your girlfriend tight at the waist.
Your heart leaps into your throat. Oh no! Can he be on to you?? You dart over to a fruit stand on the street, pretending to browse while they increase their distance slightly. When they've gotten far enough away, you continue pursuing them. Another errant thought crosses your mind momentarily: What happened to the real Aliyah Williams? When you possessed her body, did her soul get expelled just like yours did?
The sun is beginning to set by this point, and the streets are slowly calming down as people leave the beach, get on the metro and depart to their homes in the suburbs. Shadows descend from the skyscrapers overhead, hanging down like curtains against the orange sky. The hijacker and your girlfriend are sitting on a bench in a park. He's running a hand through her hair as she places her head on his shoulder. You're hiding behind a nearby statue, finally ready for the confrontation.
You take a deep breath, feeling your chest rise and fall, before mincing out to them.
"Hey! Stop right there, you body snatcher!" You cry aloud. A few people turn their heads for a moment to watch the unfolding scene, but they lose interest and go about their evening. You point an accusatory finger at your old body.
"Excuse me? I don't think we've met before, miss." He replies coolly, placing extra emphasis on the miss part. They remain sitting on the bench at you stop in front of them. Your girlfriend eyes you up and down.
You begin telling her about the hijacking, as well as a memory you two shared from a recent holiday in Paris. The trip cost you what little savings you had, but the memories were enough to last a lifetime, a lifetime you were ready to spend with her as your wife. You hadn't yet proposed to her, instead waiting for that right moment. It was a delay which you sincerely regret now, looking in as a third person on the relationship. Pangs of jealousy bubbled up within you this afternoon as you witnessed the hijacker so close to her.
As you explained everything to your girlfriend, the hijacker simply stood by doing nothing. You were surprised he didn't try to stop you or disprove your claims as the ravings of some insane, hysterical woman.
But the reason why he keeps that smug grin on his face becomes all too apparent, unfortunately. You're about to discover why!
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