(Georgia)

I sigh, reluctantly removing my hands from my chest before crossing my arms underneath the shelf of Georgia’s...of MY bust. For whatever reason, I’d suddenly found myself in the body of my best friend’s girlfriend, a woman who was as hot as she was bitchy and controlling. I’d never had a particularly high opinion of her, and hearing your complaints about her whenever we met up for drinks or played video games didn’t do anything to improve her low standing in my eyes.

Materialistic and hot-headed, she’d given you the silent treatment and threatened to leave you multiple times over the most trivial of disagreements. More than once I’d advised you to call her bluff and break up with her, but she’d always lured you back with crocodile tears and empty promises to change for the better.

Now I was in her body, and she, presumably, was in mine. At least, we both assumed she was. Both of our repeated calls and texts to my phone were being met with nothing but silence, leaving us in the dark as to the status of my former body and whatever Georgia was doing with it. Regardless, you were understandably freaked out by the whole situation...though I, oddly enough, didn’t seem to share in your panic, appearing more annoyed than anything else with the sudden inexplicable body swap, more concerned with the fact that Georgia was in my body than the fact that I was in hers.

“Well, how it happened doesn’t seem as important as what’s happened, and what’s happened seems to be pretty obvious doesn’t it!?”

I sigh, rubbing my forehead.

“I’m sorry, I’m just...not really sure what to do right now.”