“Oh my God! What the fuck is going on?” I screeched and jumped off the bed, my legs feet shorter than before, and I fell to the ground, screaming on the way down. “Ahh!”
I caught myself and looked up at my body towering over me. “Daphne! Why are you in my body right now?!”
She lifted her—MY—hands out in front of her like she was facing a wild animal. “Just take a deep breath and try to calm down. We’ll figure this out.”
“A deep breath?” I shouted at her, feeling my chest tighten. “You cannot tell me to calm down right now when it’s my own voice talking at me.”
My eyes trailed up my six-foot-five body to my sparkling hazel eyes, and my stomach felt like it was going to spill everything inside. “Oh God. This cannot be happening!”
Rushing over to the huge mirror in the corner, I gasped when I saw my reflection for the first time. “Daphne.” I turned to her, looking up into her wide eyes. “Give me my body back!”
She ran her hand down her face in frustration. “You think I want to be in yours?! Wrong!”
“This is a dream, right? It’s just a dream,” I muttered, flipping my hands back and forth, studying every inch, like Iwas trying to find a button to undo this. Panic overtook me, my chest becoming painfully tight, my breathing ragged and fast. “Daphne, how am I supposed to play hockey in this body? I will drown in my gear. They are never going to let me on the ice. I’m going to lose my spot on the team. Lose my chance at going pro,” I wailed. “This is going to ruin my life!”
My cheek burst into flames, and it took me a second to realize that she just slapped me. Hard as fuck.
Her big hands cupped my face and held me steady.
She looked at me with annoyance and impatience. “Mason, get it together!”
From the jolt of her slap, I oddly felt better, as if it reset me somehow. Taking a few shaky breaths to calm myself down, I sighed. “Thank you.”
She nodded sharply. “Come on. We need to get you dressed.”
“We?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“Well, you’re certainly not going to be allowed to see me naked. So, I’ll do it for you. You just keep your eyes closed.”
“I’ve already seen you naked before, so what does it matter?” I chuckled, knowing I was getting under her skin.
“Close your eyes.” She glared at me. “And your mouth.”
Shaking the thoughts of my freak-out from my mind, I sigh as my stomach rumbles again.
Reaching for the box of doughnuts on the counter between us, I slide it over to myself, and Daphne audibly gasps and reaches out, slapping my hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She scoffs, ripping the box away from me.
“Umm … eating breakfast?”
She chuffs. “Well, you can’t eat that inmybody, unless you plan on spending the rest of the day in pain in bed. Or even potentially the hospital.”
“Oh shit,” I exhale. “Do you think that’s still a thing since we switched?”
She eyes me, annoyed. “You think that our magical body swap just cured my celiac disease?” I watch the wheels turn behind her eyes before lighting up like a Christmas tree. “If you can’t eat it in my body … maybe I can eat it in yours!”
She squeals and opens the box of doughnuts, her eyes shimmering with excitement as her fingers hover above the assorted rolls.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We don’t know that for sure. What if you took celiac disease with you?”
She holds her ground, standing up even taller. “And if I didn’t? Can you imagine? Oh my God, I could eat all of my old favorite foods again!”
My heart swells in my chest when I see pure joy cross her face, even if the face she’s wearing is mine. “Okay,fine. How do you propose we test this out?”
As if she’s trying to defuse a bomb, she carefully plucks a glazed doughnut from the box. “Here goes nothing.”
“Wait, Daph!” I try to stop her, but it’s too late.
