Last night, I dreamt that I had turned into a ghost and was flying around the house. My cousins were visiting from out of town for Thanksgiving, and I remember running into my older cousin, Amber, in the bathroom.
Next thing I know, I’m waking up in her body in the guest bathroom, her toothbrush in my mouth.
I froze, staring at Amber's reflection in the mirror. Her wide brown eyes stared back at me in shock. I slowly lowered the toothbrush, my hand trembling.
"This can't be real," I whispered, but it was Amber's voice that came out.
I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would wake me up from this bizarre dream. But when I looked back in the mirror, nothing had changed. I was still trapped in Amber's body.
Panic rising, I crept out of the bathroom and tiptoed down the hall.
I hesitated outside my bedroom door, my heart pounding. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned the knob and peeked inside.
There, sprawled on the bed, was my own body - still sleeping peacefully. It was surreal seeing myself from the outside like this. I crept closer, studying my familiar messy hair and freckled face.
"Amber?" I whispered, gently shaking my body's shoulder, "Are you in there?"
My eyes fluttered open, looking confused and disoriented.
"Amber?" my body laughed, "What's going on? Why are you in my room?"
“Uh, never mind!” I panicked, running back to the guest room, where Amber had been staying.
I looked down at Amber's body - my body now, I supposed. Her long brown hair fell over my shoulders. I could feel the softness of her tank top against my skin, the slight chill on my bare legs. This was really happening.
I looked around the room frantically. I needed to get dressed. Oh my God. I was a girl and needed to get dressed.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This was just temporary, right? We'd figure out how to switch back soon. For now, I had to act normal so no one would suspect anything was wrong.
With trembling hands, I opened Amber's suitcase and rifled through her clothes. My face felt hot as I pulled out a bra and a pair of jeans. I had no idea how to put on a bra.
I quickly shut the bedroom door, not wanting anyone to walk in. My hands shook as I gripped the hem of the tank top. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled it over my head in one swift motion.
I kept my eyes closed, heart racing. This was so wrong. I shouldn't be seeing my cousin's body like this. But I had to get dressed.
Slowly, I opened one eye, then the other. I tried to look anywhere but down, but it was impossible not to notice the unfamiliar curves now visible. My face burned hot with embarrassment.
Fumbling with the bra, I eventually managed to clasp it behind my back. It felt strange and constricting. How did girls wear these things all day?
I pulled on the jeans and a t-shirt as quickly as I could, relieved to be covered up again. But the ordeal wasn't over - I still had to face the rest of my family and somehow pretend to be Amber. How was I going to pull this off? I barely knew how to act like a normal 12-year-old boy, let alone a 17-year-old girl.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted up from the kitchen. My stomach growled, reminding me that even in this bizarre situation, I was still hungry.
As I descended the stairs, I could hear my family's voices. My mom was chatting with Aunt Karen, Amber's mom, while my dad and Uncle Steve discussed football. And there, sitting at the kitchen table, was my own body shoveling pancakes into his mouth.
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