The whole premise of this 'story' is that 'I' have entered a world where I have body swapped with a teen who has full control over everything. Including transformations and wild fantasies. I can affect myself, the people around me and the universe. The only catch being that I'm not 100% if I'm dreaming or not. This means that any permanent transformations could be exactly that, or they could just be a figment of my imagination. This is also the same for whatever situations I may put myself into.
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A sharp metal sound screeches through my ears. My eyes open up wide. As I look around the room looks foreign, the bed also feels a little bigger than before. My eyes peer downwards and see a quilt cover that I've never seen before. My hands reach for the quilt and you pull it off. Exposing a small to average torso. I look downwards to the legs. They're completely hairless unlike before. They're also a lot thinner and whiter than before.
An alarm goes off. I let out a sigh. What am I supposed to do? There is then a knock on the door, "Time to get up Nate," shouts a female voice, most likely an older sister. I'm confused, I have no sister and my name definitely isn't Nate. I say to myself, "I wish I knew what was happening."
My ears begin to ping. I get a small but noticeable headache. New knowledge floods in. As I think about my situation, it becomes all clear. Somehow I've swapped with a 15 year old boy named Nate. It turns out that Nate can affect the world around him, simply by thinking. There is however something that isn't so clear. Am I dreaming? I swear I can see a vague amount of oversaturated mist in the corner of my eyes.
Suddenly the door opens. I quickly cover myself up with the quilt. My suspicions of an older sister are confirmed. She is on the shorter side, short black hair and light blue eyes. "Come on. We're running late," she says.
"Ugh," I groan.
"Why do you have so much difficulty getting up for school. It's school. It's not that difficult."
"Leave me alone," I reply back.
"School's not that difficult."
"Please just leave me alone." The girl's face goes blank. She turns around, walks out and shuts the door.
"Wow," I sigh, "I wish it was 2 am." Out of nowhere, the sun vanishes. I look to the alarm clock which reads 2am. "It's 3 am," I say trying it out. Nothing happens. "I wish it was 3 am." The clock moves to 3 am. I sigh, I have full controll of my world.
"I wish it was 8 am on a non school day." The sun appears again and the clock reads 8 am, "I wish I was in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror." Suddenly I'm standing up, and staring back at me is a 15 year old boy with sandy blonde hair which is cut in Ivy League and light green eyes. His skin is smooth and his face is a mixture between adult and child. I also notice that my point of view is lower than usual. I'm guessing I'm around 165 cm (5.5 ft) tall. Definitely on the shorter side. I am wearing a black Converse t shirt with black jeans. I walk out of the bathroom. Excited by my newfound power.
Maybe now I can live out my fantasies. Some of which are best not talked about.