Awkward transition.

You steadily walked around your room, doing your best to orient yourself in this new body that you've always had.

Walking was... natural, but kind of awkward? You're not sure how to describe it. Maybe because you used to be taller than this. You're getting used to it though.

You wriggled around your toes curiously, getting a feel for them and studying the texture of skin.

You were very clean. A fact that you're somewhat proud to admit. You appreciate the fact that you were at least in the hands of someone responsible with their hygiene. You also appreciate the compliment to yourself about how hygienic you are.

It's so strange to be thinking around in circles like this. Your mind feels jumbled, jumping from place to place. You're not sure if you can deal with this if this goes on any longer.

You walked back towards the mirror again and looked into the eyes of your reflection.

There had to be some way to organize your thoughts together in order to differentiate yourself with yourself. Referring to two separate people as "you" is starting to get tiring and confusing.

You notice that occasionally, there are brief moments of clarity when you focus your efforts on trying to understand yourself. Like you're thinking the exact same thoughts twice. You assume this must mean that, whenever the two of "You" are on the exact same page with each other, your mind becomes in sync with itself.

That's a start. You start acting more normal like a singular human being when you agree with yourself. You both agree that this was tiring and confusing and that you need to fix this somehow.

First things first, how can you tell yourself apart? Every time one of you thinks of something, the other you experience the exact same thought as if it was your own. Because of that, it was very hard to differentiate who's thinking right now. Even though you can tell that there was two of you, you don't have the mental capacity to hold a proper conversation with yourself.

Hm...

You think you have an idea that might work, although you're not quite sure.

You encourage yourself to not be afraid and give it a shot anyway, since there's no way this can get any more disorganized. Anything has to be better than nothing, after all.

You're not sure if you agree with yourself on that... but alright, here goes.

How about... since this is.... MY body... I use "I" to describe myself? And YOU keep calling yourself YOU.

But who is "You?" And if you're "You," then who's going to be "I?"

Simple, I think... I am... the girl. Alice Bellarose.

And you are... the boy, Alex Grimshaw.

This seems... a bit weird... but you kind of see how that helps somehow. At least you think you can finally tell yourself apart from me and you.

Right! I agree that I never really had to think like this before, so you're not the only one that feels weird about this. Still, I can actually tell which thoughts are mine and which are yours!

Wait... you just realized... are you having a conversation with me?

Huh... Yes, I am! I'm finally able to talk to you like we're two different people now.

Oh god, finally! This has been giving you such a huge headache.

You and I share a laugh in relief. Staring at my own reflection, I placed a hand out and tried to talk to you.

"So... there's still a few questions I have about you." I said inquisitively. "How are you in my head?"

"You have absolutely no idea." You responded. "However this happened, you didn't do it on purpose."

Memories flash back to your final moments alive in your room, before you hung yourself.

I cringed at the memory, feeling a bit horrified from seeing it firsthand.

"You tried to kill yourself..." I muttered sadly.

"Not tried. You did." You shrugged.

More memories pop up. Memories of your entire life flash by, and I experienced everything you had to go through in your life. The stress, the anxiety, the depression. How empty and miserable everything felt.

"I'm so sorry..." I said sympathetically.

"No worries about it. You don't regret it." You smiled.

It was a fake smile, something you did out of habit. You and I both know that.

"It doesn't explain how... this situation happened though." You moved on with the topic, feeling uncomfortable. Gesturing to yourself, "You feel like you're in an episode of the Twilight Zone."

"So, I guess, this is just some sort of random accident?" I asked. "Some kind of paranormal event that's beyond either of our control."

"Yeah, basically." You chuckled.

"Then that also means that neither of us know how to fix this then." I frowned.

"Oh... Yeah, that's a good point." You furrowed your eyebrows grimly at the realization. "Oh geez... Just your luck. You're so sorry to get me wrapped up in all of this, Alice."

I felt a pang of regret and remorse. You genuinely meant it when you said that.

I shook my head clear and reassured you, "No, it's fine! No worries. This wasn't your fault to begin with, so there's nothing to apologize for."

Despite my words, I could still feel you disagreeing with me and feeling guilty about it. But at least you felt better, even if just a little.

I scratched my head awkwardly, have no idea what kind of roller coaster ride I was in for.

"Alice, what's taking you so long? You didn't go back to sleep did you?" Mom interrupted, calling out from downstairs.

I- you- me- we- how do us- what?

"You're coming- I mean- I'm coming!" You fumbled around.

That one moment managed to distract your concentration long enough to disorientate yourself, leaving your mind back where it first started. You tried to get your mind back on track, but with your Mom rushing you to hurry up, you can't seem to afford the time.

"Sorry Me-You-Guy- you don't know! I gotta get going before your mom gets worried!" You apologized to yourself.

You're not quite sure who you're talking to at this point, all you know what that you had to leave to go eat breakfast with your family.

This whole situation was definitely strange. You definitely need some time to get use to this.

Especially if this was going to be a permanent change in your life.