This choice: Take your chances and go with Jenny • Go Back...Chapter #15A Mixed Up Merry-Go-Round by: rugal b.   You really would like to go off with Jenny just for the chance that it might get you out of what's expected of you today. You're about to tell her that you appreciate the apparent confidence she has in you as a bodyguard (or. more likely, a distraction in case the skeevier assholes are hanging around there) when your phone chimes and you check it to see another text from Kim.
Talked to Walberg. Detention is all done. Where the fuck are you?
That seems to awaken something in you as you decide you can't deal with this insanity. Maybe she'll sic Kirkham on you or something but even if it does, perhaps it could also make her think you're too unreliable to use as a mule. You decide, then, to risk it... or at least try and delay as much as you can. Because you've been beaten up by Kirkham before and while it of course isn't pleasant, him kicking your ass is the preferable outcome if it means possibly being free of all of this.
"No, it's good," you finally say. "I actually just got notice from, uh, someone that Walberg's called it off. It was only for a week and I guess he thought it was pointless to have me stay today."
Jenny gives you an odd look before throwing up her hands in a sort of exasperated "whatever" expression and telling you to come with her. You'd run into her near the doors that lead out to the portables, which is just about the halfway point between her calculus class and Walberg's, and before you step outside you think you catch a glimpse of bright red hair down the hallway. So you quickly push open the door and head outside.
"Is something wrong?" asks Jenny while the two of you walk across the grassy area.
"What makes you think there is?"
"Carson was right, you were being way too quiet earlier," she answers. "And now you look like you think someone's going to pop out and jump you."
"I don't—" you start before stopping yourself. No, you really can't explain it to her. Not yet anyway. Maybe once you've got a better idea of how all this might play out. "Don't worry about it; it's nothing." You say that as you pull your phone back out and send a text back to Kim.
Someone grabbed me and demanded I help them. Ill be there in a few mins I swear!
The return message is quick in coming. 15 or youll regret it.
You shiver as you hit the first row of portables and look up to see Roth's grinning face. "Hey there Jenny, you're here!" he exclaims. Then he spots you and double takes before quickly regaining his composure. "You're here too, Prescott? Thought you had a date with Dane and the Walrus."
"It was lifted," you tell him. To Jenny you ask, "Should I go back or—"
"Hey, don't worry about it. You're part of this too, right?" Justin says, cutting you off as he claps you on the back. "You're Jenny's friend after all."
"Cut the shit, Justin," says Jenny. "You said you wanted to talk about Sydney."
"Yeah," he responds as he walks ahead, motioning or the two of you to join him. "But not here. This needs to be a little hush hush."
Jenny and you follow him back to the last row of portables where one of them has its door slightly open. "Ladies first," he says as he makes an exaggerated gesture indicating that you should head in.
So you do, following Jenny as you ascend the couple of steps, pull open the door all the way and step inside. But you see nothing inside beyond discarded student desks and one teacher's desk... that is until you look at said teacher's desk and see a figure propped up against it. A very familiar one.
"Hey, isn't that—" you start to say but Jenny rushes off ahead of you to check it out. That's when you hear padded footsteps and when you turn to look at the source, something hits you in the face. The last thing you hear before everything fades to black are the shocked, faint cries of Jenny.
* * * * *
What the hell is going on? you think to yourself as you come to. You try mentally retracing your steps to see if you can figure it out.
Justin Roth had come up to you as you were going from Gladstone's class to Kowalski's. He'd told you that a little birdie had told him about what was happening with the cheerleaders and that maybe he had some info on Sydney; info that you'd want to hear. And you did, because while Cindy seems to be good with her, you can't help but be suspicious. The politics of the cheerleading squad, after all, are a viper's nest and while you're not one you still want to make sure your friends aren't about to be bitten.
So you'd agreed because in spite of the fact you find Justin—handsome as he is—to be skeevy, you still want to look out for the others. Then you ran into Will and he's been acting so weird today. More on edge than normal, jumping at shadows it seems. So you'd invited him to come along and then Justin led you into a portable and that's when you were shocked to see...
No, wait, that's not right. You're Will and those definitely aren't your memories. They belong to...
You gasp, suddenly very aware of your body. Your skin is smooth, your stomach trim. Breasts—not very big but still noticeable—hang from your chest while your dick is nowhere to be found. Hair falls around your face and into your vision. This is definitely not your body, it belongs to...
"Jenny!" you exclaim as you see a skinny boy examining himself in shock and horror. "Jenny, hey!" you add, trying to get her attention. "Snap out of it! It's me!"
"Will?" comes a voice that's high pitched, even a bit shrill (at least to your new ears). "Is that you? I'm... I'm over here!"
Wait, if this boy isn't Jenny then that means Jenny is... and the boy is...
You turn to the person calling out your name and are both shocked and not shocked by what you see. It's the person that you—that Jenny—had seen propped up unconscious against the teacher's desk. Looking at you in shock and horror, looking as if she's about to pass out, is Chelsea Cooper.
* * * * *
"Oh my god, what am I going to do!?" Will Prescott practically shrieks as he looks at his phone.
You snatch it from him. There's a a series of increasingly angry texts from Kim. It's been fifteen minutes. Your truck is still there so where the fuck are you? She's going to send Kirkham to kick your ass. You quickly type up a response and send it. Took longer than I thought, it reads, Ill be at my truck soon. Then you hand the phone back to him.
"You're going to need to get out to my truck as quick as you can," you tell him as you do.
"What!?" he shrieks again. "I don't know where the fuck your truck is! And what the fuck is going on!? Why is Kim—"
"We'll," you turn to look at Chelsea, "walk you out to the parking lot and I'll point it out to you. As for Kim... I don't fucking know but do what she says if you don't want..." You pause and sigh. "Just do it. For now. Unless you want David Kirkham beating you to pulp."
"This isn't fair!" he whines before turning on Chelsea. "How the fuck did you do it, you bitch!?"
"Me!?" Chelsea shoots back incredulously.
"You stole my fucking body you cunt! You didn't just steal it but you took this dweeb too and left me in his loser body!"
"How the hell could I have done anything like that!?" Chelsea roars. "You were already knocked out when we got here!"
"Look, the both of you calm the fuck down!" you yell. "This is... it's fucked up, yeah. Real fucked up. But we'll have to figure it out later because right now you," you point a finger at Will, "have a date with Kim."
Silence falls over the three of you as you pick yourselves up and march out of the portable. To most observers it'd be an odd trio walking together through the school for they'd see Chelsea Cooper, Will Prescott and Jenny Ashton. If they knew the truth it'd only be even more bizarre for Chelsea is really Jenny and Will is really Chelsea while Jenny... you are Jenny now. Something hit you when you went into that portable and the three if you were somehow swapped, getting shuffled around into one another's bodies.
The gorgeous head cheerleader trapped in the body of a geeky boy. The acerbic tomboy now inside the body of the head cheerleader she hates so much. The geeky boy now inside the tomboy's body.
And you don't just have her body, you have her everything. All of Jenny's memories, every facet of her personality, everything that makes Jenny herself; you have all of it. You look like Jenny, can think like Jenny... in effect, you are Jenny. But as walk towards the parking lot you try not get lost inside her head. Instead you silently shuffle until finally you're back outside.
You point your truck out and you can see two figures—a guy and a girl—standing impatiently by it. "Just... do what she says. Don't make it harder than it already is," you tell Will. "And try and get in touch with me when you can. Hopefully my dad lifts my restriction tonight or tomorrow."
The boy who, until recently, was you looks like he wants to argue but something comes over him and he seems to resign himself and begins trudging off. "Alright," you say to Chelsea once he's off. "We should probably separate. I'm sure that Chelsea's got things to do and—"
"I wouldn't know," she says quietly.
"What do you mean you don't know?" you ask. "Don't you have her memories and everything? I mean, I have yours."
"You... what?" she responds as her eyes go wide. "How? I don't have shit!"
"What do you mean you don't—"
"I don't fucking know, Will!" she exclaims. "All I know is that I only look like the bitch! I don't think like her!" You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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