Jen breathed a sigh of relief as Kyle was at least not going to be the person she ended up as. "This is stupid, this stuff can't be real. It just can't." She told herself, but the anxiety she was feeling was working the other side of the case. She ravaged her dark wavy hair with increasing intensity, with her words doing the same... "Fuck, fuck... FUCK!"
"I don't want to be someone else, that's like, the last thing I would EVER want. Ugh, and someone would be me? The thought makes me want to vomit. Someone else but me in this bod of mine...?" She found a bit of solace as she looked at her beautiful body, the thing which provided her with the life she was meant for. Yet found it slipping away from her the more she stared at it, the more she felt stranger's fingers using her own hands to toy with it. "No, no, this is my life, MY body, this can't happen to me...!"
"But if it's true..." A brief lapse in her anger lead her to pondering the idea of just who she could be that wouldn't outright piss her off without cease. She knew there was NO ONE like that, but there had to be a tolerable choice, there had to be. "I could be a celebrity or something, actually!" She brought life to the thought, but it was immediately destroyed by the realization that she would never be able to get in contact with them, let alone get them to say her full name before someone else did. She knew there was no way she would go very long without someone saying her name...