Sunday 7 January 2018

That's not my hair!

Jason awoke with a splitting headache foul taste in his mouth.

He sat up in bed and put his hand on his throbbing head.

Which gave him a shock as he felt hair that flowed down to his shoulders.




Frightened and confused he sat there for a few seconds before forcing himself out of bed on unsteady legs thanks to his centre of balance being a lot higher now.

He walked over to the mirror on the wall to see what was going on.

Only to get the shock of his life when a beautiful woman stared back at him copying his gestures.

Through half closed eyes he noticed a scrap of paper wedged into the corner of the mirror.

Which informed him who he was now and what had happened to him.

He stood there shaking holding the piece of paper not believing what he was reading or seeing.

He could not be a young woman.

It was not possible to steal somebody else's body.

But the longer he stood there the more it soaked in & the more panic-stricken he became not knowing how he was going to explain this to his girlfriend when she got back from visiting her folks.

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