You were much happier as Lissa

You wish that as Lissa you hadn't habitually carried the case with the black and brown pens in your purse. You were happy being Lissa! Why keep them with you so that you could change lives in a matter of minutes? Stupid: and now you've given up your happy life as Lissa for rather a hectic and not so pleasant life as Michelle.

You're tempted to steal back Lissa's life, to be her again, but somehow it seems wrong. Strange: you feel no guilt about hijacking your Michelle life, and when you were Lissa you were fine with having stolen hers, but now you just can't do that.

Mom is so domineering. You are sick of your nominal friends. Dawn is the worst, but Maya is getting to be a pain. Your roommate Charlotte is too deferential and you wonder whether she might have the hots for you. The inner core of Josh self in you makes this attractive: you'd be fine, now, with kissing every freckle on the girl's lovely pale redhead-girl skin.

You can live with being Michelle, but your new life isn't as near perfect as Josh had imagined it. You enter the espresso place.