You get in your car and drive home, still not feeling right. You pull up at the house and walk towards the door. As you place your hand on the door handle, you stop for a second. "Is this my house?" you think. You decide to go next door and ask the neighbour; you didn't care if you sounded insane, you were already confused about everything else. You walk up and knock on the door, to find a fifteen year old boy on the other side of it. He looks you up and down, dazed. "Why is this kid looking at me? Does he have a crush on me or something?" you think. After moments of awkward silence, you begin conversation. "Um, hey." Great. Now you think your voice sounds wrong.
"Hi, what's up, Millie?" the boy replied. Millie?
"No, I'm- Never mind. Um, strange question, but is..." you point to 'your house'. "...that my house?"
"Uhh, yeah. Always has been." the boy says, confused.
"Alright. Thanks." you cheerfully end conversation, still disoriented. You walk back into your house and feel the urge to change out of these clothes; you're beginning to feel 'foreign' in them. Not in the 'from another country' sense, as in 'don't belong'. You pull the top off and stare for a moment. "Why do I have a bra on? It's not like I've got- I've got boobs?" you feel VERY confused right now, as well as worried and scared. You snap out of it and scream:
"I'M A GIRL!"
How did it happen? When did it happen? You should remember it, you've only had the power since yesterday. The last person you remember swapping with was from the mannequin to the businessman, then bumping into- who you are now. It makes sense; you bumped into the athlete and entered her body without realising. That's why everything seems so foreign! Thoughts began to race again. What could you do? Your mind floods with choices, you could go to work as Millie, do stuff as Millie, LIVE as Millie! For as long as you want! Your thoughts get interrupted, however, with a sharp pain from your stomach area. You look down to see something you really didn't want to see. Period. "Yep, not dealing with that. Girls maybe aren't the best option at the moment." You click your fingers to reset the swap, and soar back to your own male 16yo body, which was sat laying on your bed. Stuck for new ideas, you create and spin a wheel with swapping options on: Animal, Job, Man, Woman, Child, Object and many more. This wheel would decide your next swap. You click spin and wait for the wheel to stop. It slows down and lands on...
Animal
"Oh, shit." you murmur. "This is going to be... fun."
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Click 2: Passed On
General FictionWe've seen Simon's side - now it's time for Ben's turn to explore the endless power of clicking.
