Last night was probably my only chance to get back to my original body, but I didn’t take it. I didn’t even speak to Charlotte and ask her why she stole my body. So I guess I’m Charlotte now. I know, I know. Technically, I’ve been Charlotte for the pst two weeks. But there’s a real difference between being stuck in someone’s body with the expectation of returning to your own -- versus being in someone else’s body and embracing that new body is yours for good. No one liked Charlotte; she was such an unpleasant person. But now I’ve got to rebuild all those bridges and recreate friendships with people who brushed her off a long time ago.
But I have Emily. She’s been amazing these past two weeks, and, really, for as long as I’ve known her. And I guess she’s a lesbian? And I guess we’re dating? I guess that makes me a lesbian too now, right? That should help. Everyone likes Emily. People will probably think it’s weird that she’s dating me; that’s she dating Charlotte. But once they get to know the new Charlotte; it’ll be normal again. Well, as normal as it can be to be stuck in someone else’s body for the rest of my life.
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