Wish within My Skin

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗

It was a cool Tuesday morning in Mountain Brook. The clock sounded at seven o'clock a.m., waking up the young teen to prepare for school.

 Jennifer rolled over and fumbled with the clock, searching for the missing snooze button. A few wacks here and there and the blarring sound went dead. With the new peace and quiet, she flipped off the covers and moved out of her unusually silk-felt bed. It felt new and plush, not like her usual grungy mattress but she assumed she was just still too tired to function like usual.

 She managed to step on the plush burgundy appearing carpet and made her way to the connecting bathroom next to the bedroom. She released a small sigh and splashed water into her face to wake herself up, then drying it with a nearby cloth. The sun was shining through the windows, the birds were singing, everything was absolutely peaceful; until it was interrupted by Jennifer's high-pitched screaming.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" she screamed loud enough to startle the birds out of the trees outside.

Jennifer was terrified by her appearance in the mirror. Her once straight dark brown hair was replaced with huge unnaturally blonde curls. Big blue eyes in place of her small hazel ones. A pink satin nightgown with a bow in place of her usual shaggy sweatpants and Pokemon tee shirt. She looked just like Missy. 

Disbelief rose over her and she splashed more ice cold water on her face. I'm dreaming. I'm just dreaming. I'll wake up soon enough. It was no good; her rich girl appearance still remained in the reflection. Her temporary blindness from the water caused her to stumble into the bathtub, a loud thud sounding from the fall. Footsteps could be heard heading towards the door after the sound and a faint knock echoed throughout the dome-shaped bedroom. 

The sound of a young woman's soft-spoken voice could be heard on the other side of the door. "Are you alright, miss Braxton?" she asked in a concerned tone. Her accent was weak. She must not be from the South, Jennifer thought.

A pause of thought went through Jennifer. "Y-Yes, I'm fine. Who's there?"

"It's Amy, what was that noice?"

"Oh, it was me. I just dropped something."

It was silent, uncomfortably silent. Was she buying this?

She finally responded. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." she said frantically. "Perfectly fine, A-Amy?"

"Alright if you're sure. Well, breakfast is done downstairs when you're ready." She must be the maid.

Amy's footsteps got quieter as she left, leaving a still baffled Jennifer to struggle to make her way out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She staggered her way to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Was she dreaming? Was this reality? Her head started to spin and a force of dizziness fell over her. 

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Jennifer." she said aloud to herself. "I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for this. But if I'm here, that means Missy is—"

She ran to Missy's hot pink bedazzled iPhone X and started to dial her own phone number.

"Must everything this girl owns be pink?" she complained out loud as the phone rang.

"H—hello?" a voice answered.

"Hello, Missy?"

"Callahan, is that you? What is goin' on? Why the hell am I in your ugly body?"

Jennifer scowled. "First off, fuck you. Secondly, I'm not ugly. Thirdly, I don't know what's going on. I just woke up and I looked like you."

"Then how the hell did this happen?"