Try calling Shannon on your phone

Of course, Shannon in your body would have your phone handy! You pull Shannon’s phone from her purse and dial your own number.

The call gets declined after one ring. Did Shannon decline a call from her own phone number?

You call again. Declined. You call again. Come on, pick up.

You hear the party music through Shannon’s phone.

“Hello?” Your voice. It’s strange to hear it being spoken as if by someone else.

“Hello, Shannon.”

“What?”

“Shannon, it’s you. Or me, if you want. We need to talk. Can you go somewhere quieter?” You enunciate with Shannon’s voice.

“Sorry, there’s no Shannon here. Wrong number!” Your voice replies without much thought and hangs up on you. Fuck. Fuck. Who the fuck was that? He knows you said “Shannon”, and he just didn’t care. Where is Shannon? Who is driving your body?

You call again. He answers.

“Go somewhere quiet, we need to talk!” You yell, not caring about the volume in the bathroom.

“I told you, this isn’t Shannon! Do I sound like Shannon?” He - you - hangs up again. You dial again.

“I’m in a different body like you are!” You shout into the phone.

“You have the wrong number! Stop fucking calling!” He - you - yells. Again, he ends the call.

“Motherfucker!” You scream. Looking in the mirror, Shannon’s pretty face is scowling, teeth clenched in frustration.

You need to sit this fucker down and have a chat, now. Fantasies of driving over to your house and jacking him - you - up against a wall until he tells you everything you want to know flash through your head.

But looking at Shannon’s body in the mirror, it’s clear that while she may do plenty of running (and squats, too), she’s not a fighter.