“What the hell are you doing in my body?!”
“What the fuck am I doing in your body!?”
Brooke looked herself up and down from outside her body, reaching out to poke Mikayla in her shoulder.
“This is so weird.”
“For real.” Mikayla said, touching her wave blond locks as they cascaded around Brooke’s face, her face, messily.
“Did we seriously swap bodies? Like in that movie, Your Name?”
“I was gonna say Freaky Friday, but yeah, it looks that way.”
“But how??”
“How should I know, Mikayla? I went to bed last night as myself, and I woke up this morning as you.”
Mikayla slowly circled Brooke, getting a better look at her body than she ever had before.
“Yeah, same…”
Even the way her eyes moved when Mikayla looked around and away from her were unsettling to Brooke. It was like looking in a mirror but she couldn’t control the reflection.
“You didn’t like, piss off any witches or anything lately?”
“Don’t be stupid ‘kay, witches aren’t real!”
“I don’t know… Livvie has always seemed a little sus to me.”
“Olivia is not a witch! And don’t say ‘sus,’ I thought you were an English major.”
“Languages evolve Brookey. Just cause you work in a boring old office doesn’t mean you should live like a stuffy old schoolmarm.”
“Schoolmarm? One minute you’re a zoomer and the next you’re Anne of Green Gables??”
“Whatever. We have time to figure this out I guess. More importantly, we both have work today. My shift at the Bean Machine doesn’t start until 2, but how are you going to do my job?”
“It’s a coffee shop ‘kay, I’m pretty sure I can figure it out.”
“What’s that supposed to–"
“More importantly, how are you going to do my job? Mr Peterson needs me to finish the proposal for the Hammond account today!”
For a few seconds Mikayla thought to protest Brooke’s string of words as nonsense business-speak, until her mind started to clarify images of a marketing campaign for a chain of luxury hotels.
Brooke similarly found herself more and more confident in the operation of coffee grinders, espresso machines, and milk frothers. Both sisters stood in silent contemplation for several long minutes, until they gradually met each other in their eyes.
“The regional director is coming in to hear the presentation on Friday, right?” Mikayla asked.
“It sounds like our bodies still remember how to do our jobs… weird…”
“Yeah… weird…”
Brooke and Mikayla stood silently a few more minutes, trying to remember anything else from thier respective sister’s minds, but coming up blank. Rather than frustrating, this revelation gave the sisters peace of mind, logically if Brooke couldn’t remember any of Mikayla’s memories, the reverse was also true.
Before they could discuss this new realization, Brooke’s stomach made its presence known audibly, and Mikayla’s soon echoed back with its own desire to be filled.
“Whose turn is it to make breakfast?” The blonde asked.
“Well it was my turn. But since you’re me now that means you get to do it.” Mikayla smiled down at herself with a cheshire cat grin.
Brooke scowled up at her reflection. “That’s not how that works!”
“What do you mean? We’re in some kinda body swap movie. There are no rules for how shit works!”
Brushing past herself down the hall to the bathroom, Mikayla added,
“I’m gonna get a shower real quick, your thick ass needs a wash.”
“Hey!”
“I got some blueberries to make pancakes. Thank’s ‘kay kay’” Mikayla disappeared, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
Brooke mumbled an incoherent objection, and her middle grumbled again in response.
“Fine, fine. I’ll feed you… and me…”
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