“In high school, you don't get to change. You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.”
Summers, Courtney. (2009). Some Girls Are. St. Martin's Press.
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In a flash, Jacob found himself elsewhere.
For one thing, he was no longer outdoors. He was in a cramped yet surprisingly clean and tidy bathroom, suffused with a soft, lemon glow from a tinted overhead light fixture. And standing before Jacob, in the large bathroom mirror, was the reflected image of a tiny, blond haired, blue eyed nymph. He immediately recognized it as the reflection of Madison Davis: Emily's BFF.
“Ohmigod, that's me!” he whispered in the bright, sweet soprano of Madison's voice.
Her image in the mirror mimicked the panicked movements of his thin, lithe arm to his slender, willowy throat.
“I'm Madison Davis?” he asked in awe.
In the mirror, Jacob saw Madison's naturally wide eyes broaden in wonder and shock at his predicament. They were beautiful, crystal blue orbs of limpid, crystalline wonder, outlined with a dusky rim of sooty, dark grey eye makeup. His hair was long, bright golden blond waves of gentle curls. His skin was a perfectly polished, creamy complexion through and through. His rich, full lips were painted baby pink. He was attired in an off shoulder, white ruffle crop top paired with black, floral print leggings richly adorned with crimson-petaled, green-leaved roses. On his feet: a delicate pair of flat heeled, strappy gold sandals.
“Kaitlyn's stupid magic doughnut did this!” Jacob squeaked. The girlish chirps of Madison's high-pitched voice neutralized the intended wrathful growl of frustration with his current situation.
For a moment he stood frozen in thought, uncertain how to proceed in such a peculiar predicament.
It seemed that he'd become Madison in the midst of one of her hundred or so daily re-applications of cosmetics, designed to ensure the vacuous bimbo always presented a picture perfect face to the world. A cluster of lipsticks, eyeshadows, skin foundations, and mascaras were scattered about the bathroom counter. From what Jacob could tell, Madison must have just completed her ritual cosmetic ablutions because the face in the bathroom mirror was that of a Barbie Doll.
“And now that's me,” sighed Jacob. “What am I going to do?”
If Kaitlyn's magic “toroid” thingy had put Jacob in Madison's body, then perhaps she was now in Jacob's body? He could call up himself and … no, wait! Better yet: Jacob could call Emily. Right now, he was Emily's best friend. She was standing outside (next to the body of Jacob) waiting for her date to pick her up. It'd be natural for “Madison” to call and check in with her BFF right before a big date, right? And if “Jacob” was acting odd or unusual right now, surely Emily would mention that. Then Jacob would know for sure if he and Madison had switched bodies. And maybe then, he could call her directly and convince her to retrieve the magic, metal ring and … well, one thing at a time.
“Where's Madison's phone?” grumbled Jacob.
It took him a few minutes of rummaging about in the small room before he finally found Madison's silly looking, white and pink purse. Inside was an equally girly-looking rose colored phone. But fortunately, Jacob easily found Emily's contact info on the phone and was calling her up in no time at all.
“Hey girlfriend!” came the familiar voice of the girl Jacob loved.