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alex_writes) wrote2018-02-26 02:31 pm
alex_writes) wrote2018-02-26 02:31 pm
Entry tags:
GYWO February Challenge
Cliche - 500 to 1500 words
Bodyswap
I woke early. The sun hadn’t come up yet though the sky was getting lighter by the minute. I sat up and took inventory, everything moved still and I could breathe, see, hear. All was well.
Or so I thought.
I got up and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t look in the mirror or brush my teeth. I peed and headed to the kitchen and the coffee pot. I waited while my cup made and grabbed it gratefully. I smelled the strong brew before I took a first sip. Mmmm.
I sat down at the kitchen table and picked up my phone to see if any calls or texts had come in while I was asleep. That was when I got the first inkling that something wasn’t quite as it should be. Instead of my slightly wrinkled middle-aged woman hands, I saw elegant, well-groomed young hands! There were no rings on the long fingers and the nails were perfectly manicured and fire engine red.
“What the…?” I said and my voice sounded like my own. I got up and went to the bedroom and after closing my eyes, I finally opened them and looked at my reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
A tall, blond with long, rumpled hair looked back at me. She was in her twenties, probably late twenties. She - I was quite attractive with classic features, like a modernized Grace Kelly. My hair was golden and looked like natural blond. Even rumpled, it looked good, like I’d planned the look. My eyes were as blue as the sky and not the red eyes of someone with chronic eye problems. My teeth were white and perfectly straight, like a movie star’s.
Okay… time to go for broke here.
I pulled my nightgown over my head and backed up so I could see all of me from my knees up. Wow! No fat, no scars, no bumps and bulges. I looked down at my feet. My toenails were the color of my fingernails and perfectly manicured as well.
I put the gown back on and went to the kitchen. I made my husband a cup of coffee and took it down the hall to his home office.
“Good morning,” I said as I handed him the cup. He looked up at me and nodded. That was it. He didn’t scream or gape. He just nodded.
“Do you notice anything different about me?” I asked.
He looked away from his computer screen and looked at me. “Is that gown new?”
“Hmph,” I grumped and went back to the bedroom.
Yep, the blond was still there… or I was still her.
I looked in the closet and the clothes were all made for my “new” body. I chose an outfit and showered then dressed. It felt really odd to wear tight jeans after all the elastic waist ones I’d worn for years because they simply felt better.
I went to my study and flipped on my own computer and sat down to check mail and such before I settled in to write a few chapters on my newest story.
I opened the document and looked down at it:
I woke early. The sun hadn’t come up yet though the sky was getting lighter by the minute. I sat up and took inventory, everything moved still and I could breathe, see, hear. All was well.
Or so I thought.
Bodyswap
I woke early. The sun hadn’t come up yet though the sky was getting lighter by the minute. I sat up and took inventory, everything moved still and I could breathe, see, hear. All was well.
Or so I thought.
I got up and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t look in the mirror or brush my teeth. I peed and headed to the kitchen and the coffee pot. I waited while my cup made and grabbed it gratefully. I smelled the strong brew before I took a first sip. Mmmm.
I sat down at the kitchen table and picked up my phone to see if any calls or texts had come in while I was asleep. That was when I got the first inkling that something wasn’t quite as it should be. Instead of my slightly wrinkled middle-aged woman hands, I saw elegant, well-groomed young hands! There were no rings on the long fingers and the nails were perfectly manicured and fire engine red.
“What the…?” I said and my voice sounded like my own. I got up and went to the bedroom and after closing my eyes, I finally opened them and looked at my reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
A tall, blond with long, rumpled hair looked back at me. She was in her twenties, probably late twenties. She - I was quite attractive with classic features, like a modernized Grace Kelly. My hair was golden and looked like natural blond. Even rumpled, it looked good, like I’d planned the look. My eyes were as blue as the sky and not the red eyes of someone with chronic eye problems. My teeth were white and perfectly straight, like a movie star’s.
Okay… time to go for broke here.
I pulled my nightgown over my head and backed up so I could see all of me from my knees up. Wow! No fat, no scars, no bumps and bulges. I looked down at my feet. My toenails were the color of my fingernails and perfectly manicured as well.
I put the gown back on and went to the kitchen. I made my husband a cup of coffee and took it down the hall to his home office.
“Good morning,” I said as I handed him the cup. He looked up at me and nodded. That was it. He didn’t scream or gape. He just nodded.
“Do you notice anything different about me?” I asked.
He looked away from his computer screen and looked at me. “Is that gown new?”
“Hmph,” I grumped and went back to the bedroom.
Yep, the blond was still there… or I was still her.
I looked in the closet and the clothes were all made for my “new” body. I chose an outfit and showered then dressed. It felt really odd to wear tight jeans after all the elastic waist ones I’d worn for years because they simply felt better.
I went to my study and flipped on my own computer and sat down to check mail and such before I settled in to write a few chapters on my newest story.
I opened the document and looked down at it:
I woke early. The sun hadn’t come up yet though the sky was getting lighter by the minute. I sat up and took inventory, everything moved still and I could breathe, see, hear. All was well.
Or so I thought.