Sarah and I stumbled back into our neighbor's place, sugar in hand. We collapsed onto the couch, both of us reeling from the surreal encounter.
"What the hell just happened?" I whispered, still gripping the bag of sugar tightly.
Sarah shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief, "They... they have no idea. How is that even possible?"
"Maybe it's some kind of side effect of the ritual? Like, their minds got... I don't know, scrambled or something? They were acting A LOT like us though. That was uncanny."
"But why are we aware then?" Sarah countered. "Why did it affect us differently?"
We sat in silence for a few moments, trying to process the situation. The weight of our predicament suddenly felt much heavier. Not only were we stuck in the wrong bodies, but the people who might have been able to help us
"The ritual was meant for them, not us. So our consciousness transferred fully, while theirs... I don't know, merged with our bodies somehow?"
Sarah nodded slowly, "That... actually makes a twisted kind of sense. But what do we do now? We can't just keep living their lives indefinitely."
I sighed, leaning back on the couch, "But I don't see how we can fix this if they don't even realize there's a problem. And we can't exactly tell them - they'd think we were crazy."
We sat in silence for a few moments, the gravity of our situation sinking in. Finally, Sarah spoke up.
"We’re stuck," she said firmly, "Face it, Elliott - or should I say, Kathy - we're trapped.”
I knew she was right– that I was going to be Kathy from now on, and she would be Allan. I looked down at Kathy's hands - my hands now - and tried to imagine living the rest of my life in this woman’s body.
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