"...when I was five you stayed in my room because I was afraid of ghosts!"

The words pour out of you in a **** rush, and for a moment you worry you spoke too fast to be understood...

...but Amanda is frozen again, staring at you.

"What?!"

"I was afraid of ghosts, we saw the Poltergeist together and you stayed with me," you babble. "And when I was seven you showed me the frog you found at the creek, and mom wouldn't let you keep it so we had to make a little terrarium for it, and when you graduated high school you made me promise not to throw my education away to chase after some boy and work hard for a good college out of state, and--!"

Amanda has a hand up, palm out. You stop. You stare at each other.

"Who are you?" Amanda asks, voice cracking with fear, brow drawn down in anger. "Where's Ellie?"

"I'm Ellie, Amanda I swear, I know this sounds crazy but I woke up like this!"

"Like this," she says, voice faint as she looks you over. You cover yourself a bit more with the sheet. "That's the best you can come up with? You snuck into my sister's room, wear her clothes, jerk off in her bed..."

She slows down, seeming to notice how absurd it sounds. Not that you turning into a guy isn't absurd too, but... how would you have gotten in? When, in the evening while everyone slept? Where is Ellie, then?

"Ask me something," you say, **** to be believed. "I know you think I... Ellie, could have just told me, but ask me something you're sure Ellie would never tell anyone, or something only she could know that you can check."