Accept the assignment

You stand infront of a large bathroom mirror. Ivory walls surround you, a large, expensive luxury dormitory your parents paid for on school campus.

Of course, the rest of the dormitories are just as flashy, as their residents are no less rich.

You'd just gotten in from the several hour long drive back down to campus, easily slipping back out of the bank with your assignment.

Tired, your young, feminine face is uncharacteristically plain. It's as if her wide, pearly white smile paints the canvas of her face.

You're going to be in this body for a while, better get used to it.

Time for a shower, you decide. Dropping the black straps of your black dress from your shoulders, you let it crumple to the floor in a useless heap of soft fabric.

Revealing the toned, bronze body of your host, sporting underwear the same colour as your dress. You pull a bang behind your ear and sigh, reaching around, you unclasp your bra and let it drop, then sliding your underwear off.

You're not used to the idea of staying in a body for long, you're a type 2. This kind of thing is for type 3s or 4s..

Well, the length of your stay depends on how fast you find the rogue. It should be easy. You only hope he's not smarter than you.

Sliding open the detailed shower door, you step in and, to your surprise, find an array of buttons instead of knobs to operate the shower.

You press one marked with a red H, and a warm stream of water sprays out gently from the large showerhead above, jets on the sides of the walls lightly sprinkle your sides. As you clean yourself, you sift through the girl's memories.

Alexis Van Lewen.. only moments ago she'd just left a wedding. Albeit she wasn't very excited about it.

You're still a bit down at the idea of taking a kids life, even though it won't be for long. You don't remember being zapped, ever.

But then again, that's kind of the point.

"Mm.." You moan quietly in your high, girly voice.

This shower is incredible, the water trickles down your curves smoothly, leaving behind it's warm sensation.

You're using some expensive brand of body wash you've never seen before, forsaking the yellow scrubby hanging from the rack infront.

Used to bar soap, you feel like you're using hand sanitizer to wash your entire body.

Reminiscing about your family, you wonder what's up with them. If they're even themselves anymore. You can at least hope the organization left them alone.

Next, you pull a bottle of shampoo from the rack. Your hands are foamy and it slips from your fingers.

Clank!

The noise fills the silent dorm, not even the shower is noisy. It's almost like a waterfall, ironically silent.

You sigh, slapping your hands against your thighs. They jiggle with the impact, and you step back, bending over to pick up the bottle.

The cool air behind the stream of water previously enveloping flows through your legs, causing goosebumps to rise all over.

Immediately, you jerk back up and step into the apparent safety of the shower's water. You giggle childishly, you're a child.

You're.. a child..

"Alexis! Honey!" Your father's voice calls through the phone.

The clock on your bedside table reads 7:02, your memories tell you that this is the time Alexis regularly gets up for classes.

Your father also regularly calls you every morning to make sure you're alright. You don't see the purpose, but you're not Alexis.

Well, you get the point.

"Yes Dad.. I'm up.." You groan.

"Good, get dressed and have breakfast, call me afterwards okay?" Your father says rapidly.

"Okay daddy, love you bye!" You say, pulling the phrase right of "the book", or her memories rather.

The phone beeps off and you throw the thick blanket from your body. To your horror, you're in nothing but a pair of panties.

What happened last night? You actually don't remember much.

The cold atmosphere greets your warmer body, and your pink nipples instantly harden, goosebumps travel along your skin.

You're reminded of that shower, and instantly crave one. Folding your arms over your small breasts, you skip along to the bathroom.

Moments later, you're all dressed in your school uniform.

A white blouse and tie, with a thick burgundy overcoat and the school crest on it's pocket. From the waist down, you've got on a loose pair of black jeans and a pair of sneakers. Alexis isn't one to dress up fancy, especially for school. She only had on such a nice dress because of the wedding, she actually hates dressing up. Pushing open the bedroom door, you walk out into the hallway. It's quiet, especially this early. The girl's common room is filled with other girls just like you in some ways, different in others.

Your memories tell you that a girl named Tiffany lives in the room on your left, Brianna to your right, down the hall is a foreign exchange student from Qatar.

Miranda Said. She's beautiful, long black hair, light brown skin, lighter than even Alexis'.

Her father's influence in the oil market gives her family power, you're thinking that she might be host to the rogue.

It's your first day however, and you need proof. Alexis' memories tell you that she's also very shy and keeps to herself often. Sometimes she's bullied.

You walk down the large flight of stairs to the ground floor of the common room, and make your way to the cafeteria.

Long dining tables fill the room with antique wooden chairs of equal worth to fit, the tables already set with linen napkins and silverware.

Many of the girls currently having breakfast however, are eating common food like Cheerios, Pancakes and Toast.

This isn't what you expected, to be honest.

"Alexis!" Someone calls your name.

You whip your head around to look at them as you walk to the serving counter.

It's your friend Baaja, a young indian girl. Alexis has been friends with her since she was enrolled here.

Waving at her, she smiles and resumes talking to another girl nearby. You pick up a bowl and walk to one of the cereal dispensers.

Cereal, should be a simple choice.. right?

Only there are about 15 different cereals. One dispenser even has a mix.

You pull the lever on the one with fruit loops in it, and a plethora of colours tumble from the opening into your bowl.

A metal machine holds cold milk, another holds hot. You pour the cold into your bowl.

Walking to your friend Baaja, she scoots over and gives you room to sit closer.

"Oh my God I'm soooooooo tired.." The girl opposite Baaja complains, she's clearly as tired as she says.

Long, curly blonde hair covers her shoulders, her pale face complete with dark circles under her eyes.

"You should've gone to bed early last night Diana!" Baaja says, then stuffing her face with a slice of pancake.

You simply take a spoon and eat your fruit loops, trying to block out the annoying chatter.

The girls completely ignore you. In female circles, the only way to be recognized is to provide input, otherwise you're nonexistent to the conversation.

Minutes pass, and you're done eating. You leave your bowl on the table, as is the usual, and walk out of the cafeteria's double doors.

Class is drawling, your teacher is a snobby englishman, about 40 years of age or so.

Mr. Hemsworth, he's named. He's teaching you Geography.

"You see, class, convection currents gather in the Atlantic to form a massively heat dense area which causes.." You've lost him.

Darkness settles in at your head slowly droops, your forehead laying against your wrist.

"Alexis Van Lewen! Wake up, sweetie!" Mr. Hemsworth sarcastically calls.

You slowly raise your head and frown. Several other students around you are asleep, but your memories tell you that Mr. Hemsworth dislikes you in particular.

He continues on with his subject, and you notice someone looking at you. It's Baaja.

She smiles and waves at you, and simply return the gesture, before staring into space again.

After class, you're walking to Math as Baaja interrupts you in the hallway. Her straight black hair flies infront of her face as she halts abruptly before you, and she sputters to fix it into place. You smile amused.

"A-Alexis! Mr. Hemsworth is always picking on you isn't he," She says, you two starts walking, "I saw Brandon sleeping again, and Trish too!"

"Trish?" You sputter.

Shit.

"Yeah, Trish. Can you believe it? She's usually so attentive in class. Wonder what's happened to her." Baaja says, not recognizing your sudden words.

You simply laugh it off.

The day is over, you haven't uncovered anything yet. It's all just been a big boring cycle of events, probably going to be just as boring tomorrow.

You strip Alexis' uniform off in the bathroom, and step into her lovely shower. As you wash yourself, you find yourself tiredly phasing out.

Stretching, you reaching around your neck and dig your nails into your nape, pulling the two sides apart.

A seam splits as you will the skin to separate, and you pull yourself from Alexis.

Like a large butterfly emerging from a cocoon, your much larger body emerges from the small form of Alexis.

You wobble on Alexis' small feet, from the waist up, you're you. David. Her torso flaps around like a hoodie tied around your hips.

You look at yourself for a few minutes, sighing.

"See you later, pal." You say to yourself, before stretching Alexis up, tucking yourself back into her spine.

You body shrinks rapidly as the skin melts onto you, morphing your body back into Alexis' smaller physique.

You turn the water off, and step out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around your chest.

(Author: Dystrophia)