The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was lying on my bed, looking out through the roof window above my bed. Imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes and found I was in an entirely different room.
I soon realized that wasn’t the only thing that was different; my entire body felt different, and everything seemed bigger than it should have been. On the verge of panic, I was about to call for help when Mom appeared next to me, “Don’t try to talk, Clay; your body’s been through a trauma. We gave you the injection...and well...something went wrong.
I heard Dad’s voice from somewhere close by, and he sounded angry, “I’ll say something went wrong! This isn’t what we asked for!”
I know Mom had told me not to speak, but the look on her face and Dad’s tone was making me increasingly nervous. “Where am I? Did something go wrong with the injection?” My voice sounded wrong; almost like it belonged to a young child.
“We’re at the Radeon facility, Clay,” Mom said as Dad appeared next to her. “The injection you were given didn’t work the way we’d hoped.”
Now I was nervous, “What do you mean it didn’t work the way you’d hoped? Why do I sound like a little kid?”
“Because, thanks to their screwup, you are a child,” as if driving his point home, Dad held a mirror to my face. Much to my shock and horror, the face of a 5-year-old girl was staring back at me. I could see bits of me in the girl’s face, but there were several noticeable differences as well, chief among them was a smattering of freckles on my cheeks and strawberry blonde hair in place of my light brown.
My entire body was shaking as the mirror dropped onto my lap. “What happened?”
“There was a mix-up, Clay. The medical staff thinks you may have gotten the injection that was meant for Josie; while she...”
It was like someone flipped a switch; one moment I was freaking out about being a little girl, and the next I was suddenly concerned for Josie. “What happened to Josie?”
Mom paused to consider her words carefully, “She was affected in much the same way as you were.”
I was about to speak up when Dad stopped me, “Before you ask; we thought it would be best if you saw for yourself.”
I heard the doorknob start to jiggle; so, I turned my attention to that just as a teenage boy walked into the room. He was wearing a hospital gown same as mine. Something about him looked familiar; then it hit me like a ton of bricks, “Josie?”
“Hi Clay!” the boy said with an inflection that didn’t match his body. He then did a quick twirl that raised the hem of his hospital gown, “I’m a boy!”
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