Daniel, now in his sister, Emilia's body, made his way back to his own bedroom. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his old body lying there on his bed, unconscious and breathing shallow breaths.
He took pleasure in the fact that he was looking on at this sleeping male body through the eyes of a woman. As he circled the bed, he took careful note of the feeling of Emilia's bra straps contouring his gentle skin, the underwire supporting the weight of his breasts. Daniel thought about how Emilia's hips were so much wider than his own, how they swayed when he sashayed around the room. How out of place he felt as Emilia, in a boy's room.
But, if he didn't belong here anymore, where would he go? Daniel bit his lips, as his mind darted to his sister's bedroom. It was right down the hall, and Daniel knew that if he wanted to truly understand what it felt like to be someone else, this was exactly where he needed to go. God, Emilia would kill him if she ever knew what he was up to.
He quietly opened Emilia's door, pausing for a second before entering.
"My room," Daniel whispered to himself.
The first thing that caught his eye was Emilia's bed. It was neatly made up with pillows and blankets, but it didn't feel like home yet; it still felt foreign and strange to Daniel.
Daniel crawled into his sister's bed and nestled himself into her sheets, feeling the crisp fabric against his skin, "My bed."
He let the scent of Emilia's perfume wash over him and closed his eyes, "My body."
He looked around the room and noticed all the pictures on the wall. A picture of Emilia in her cheerleading uniform. Pictures of her at the beach, at a concert, in the mall, kissing her boyfriend. Everywhere Daniel turned, he saw himself.
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