Theater Kids

What would you do if you woke up in the body of a rival? This was not a question Grace expected to have to ask herself. Honestly she didn't expect to have to ask herself anything.
She expected to have a few fever dreams and hopefully be well in time for the big play. Instead she was having the most vivid lucid dream. One minute she was laying down with a third of a bottle of NyQuil in her system the next she was waking up in a strange room feeling amazing.

It did not take her long to figure out something was off with her reflection. Staring back at her was not her normal cute but slightly sunken face that always looked tired. No staring back at her was the bright blue eyes of the lead to which she was the understudy. A girl Grace had still not forgiven for both taking the lead and stealing her name. For she was also named Grace.

Looking around she found countless tell tell signs this was in fact Grace Matthews bedroom. She found herself oddly sure of this fact despite never having been here personally. She could here the sound of dormmates getting ready for class on the other side of the thin walled single room.

Still one rarely got to enjoy a good lucid dream. So Grace enjoyed riffling through her rivals belongings. Stripped and examined her lean 22 year old form, making her pull ridicules faces and obscene poses. Matthews was quite flexible she found. She was looking in the mirror upside-down though her legs bent forward making goofy faces when her phone rang.

It was just a telemarketer auto-dial but it was the message when she put the phone back that took her aback. More over the fact she could read them. She knew enough about dreaming to now start doubting if this really was one.