Talking to myself

"We have to talk to me, the original me. I mean." He said, "get him to unlock this phone and fix us."

"But what if he can't?" I worried, "will we be stuck like this? I don't mind being eighteen again, but I can't just take Kelly's life. Even if I wanted to, I don't know how to be a girl... it's... I..."

I trailed off, my voice cracking and my vision misting with tears. I felt such a fool, letting my emotions get the better of me. I needed to pull it together, stay strong for my family...

Mmph!

I gave a muffled grunt as Mark's strong arms wrapped me in a warm manly hug.

"Shh, it'll be alright princess," he comforted me stroking my hair, "everything will be okay, I promise."

"Okay, this I could learn to live with," I thought as I cuddled into his broad chest with a contented sigh.

My anxiety ebbed away, replaced by a new feeling. It took me a moment to recognise the tingling warmth spreading from my lower abdomen. The same feeling I'd experienced first waking up in Kelly's body and again a few minutes ago in the hall.

"Oh crap, not again." I groaned, my traitorous body growing more aroused, "what the hell is wrong with me?"

I made a half-hearted effort to push him away, but I couldn't bring myself to put any **** into it, and if Mark even noticed my weak struggling he gave no sign of it. This whole situation was so wrong, but it felt so good, and the longer Mark's body held me the less I wanted to resist, and judging from the thick rod pressed against my midriff he was feeling the same way.

I looked up into his wide dark eyes, seeing the reflection of a pretty blonde, and knew exactly what he was thinking...