Jared woke up, and he looked up to see himself... er... Sora staring down at him.
"Hi there, little guy," Sora said in his old voice. "How're you feeling?"
Jared grunted. He sat up on his elbows and blinked his eyes as he examined Sora crouching above him. He was now dressed in some of Jared's clothes including his glasses. Jared still had on the clothes he had been wearing before which were many sizes too large for him now.
"Cat got your tongue?" Sora asked when Jared did not reply.
"What's going on now?" Jared said and was again disturbed to hear Sora's voice coming from his lips.
"I'm getting ready to go out, you see," Sora said and stood up to show off his new outfit. "I'll fit in perfectly in your world looking like this."
It was true. Sora was a perfect double for him now.
"But- But what about me? You're taking over my life?" Jared asked as he sat up getting another look at his giant feet. "You can't just do this to me."
"Do what to you?" Sora asked, sounding a little irate. "Is that a joke? I'm the one doing something to you, you say? Really? You're the one who was playing my game, controlling my every movement, making me fight endlessly over and over like your own little robot boy. That was all you. Not me. Well, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being a pygmy with giant feet hoping around killing bad guys in some mixed up cartoon world. I'm tired of looking like a little kid and feeling like a misshapen freak. Don't forget. It was you who were doing things to me first. It was you who brought me to this world. And, it was you who touched me to trade bodies. This is all your doing. And, seeing how you were controlling me before, it's only fair for me to take control of you now... well, at least, take control of your body. You can hang on to my body for a while since you seem to enjoy playing with it so much already. I've had enough of it."
"I- I'm sorry," was all Jared could think to say. His voice sounded so small and weak, and it was tinged with confused guilt. "I never thought that you were feeling anything in the game when I was playing. I didn't even know you were alive."
"I see," Sora said calming down a bit. "Hmm." He walked to the door and started putting on Jared's shoes. He seemed to be considering what Jared had said, and only paused momentarily to say "Man, I love these little feet so much" as he slipped on Jared's shoes.
Jared just sat on the floor not daring to move and still too unsure about what was happening to do anything else but wait.
"Well, Jared, or should I call you 'Sora' now?"
Jared shook his head, his spiky hair whipping around wildly.
"Fine, Jared, I'm going to go easy on you since you didn't know what you were doing. I'll be back later, and we can work something out about our bodies. But, for now, you should try to get comfortable in my skin." Sora walked over to the couch and picked up the pile of his old clothes, some of which were clearly ripped from his outgrowing them earlier. He set them on the ground in front of Jared by his giant yellow shoes. "You can put those on," he said. "if you want to wear something that fits." Sora grabbed Jared's jacket, slipped it on, and then opened the door. "C'ya later, kid." He waved and then shut the door behind him.
Jared just sat there.
"Well, fuck" was all he could think to say.