Marcus forced down a scream as he slowly reached out and touched the mirror which held his or rather her reflection.
“My God.” She said in a voice which sounded so strange, but she knew belonged to herself. She grabbed her chest feeling her breasts through the towel tied around her chest and then had to force down a slight groan.
“God…those are sensitive.” Stated Marcus “No…Mariah….”
It was strange as she grabbed her head, she began to remember things. Things from her life but it wasn’t his life not really but it was now. She remembered falling off her bike when she was a kid, but he had done the same when he was a kid. She remembered hanging out with Oliver but beside Oliver she hung out with a group of friends from the woman’s volleyball team at school. He had done the same but with the man’s team, she remember going to prom but it was with Oliver and that magical night as the two of them danced, Marcus and Oliver had gone to prom with a group of guys who couldn’t get dates and spent the night laughing and joking and playing cards. All the major events in this Mariah’s life Marcus remembered but it was like he had watched a movie about her life and now was living it. She then sat down on the toilet and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
“What the hell is happening?” stated Mariah as she tried to figure out what happened, he wasn’t dumb and neither was this new version of himself or herself.
“That damn…basement full of doors…I must have done something there to change my history or the world as a whole.” Stated Mariah as she/he wondered what to do.
“Well I can’t just sit here.” Said Mariah as she stood up and looked at the bra and panty set which sat on the bathroom countertop. She couldn’t go around in the nude, so she put on the bra and bottom, it felt so strange yet so familiar at the same time. She adjusted the sports bra and looked at herself in the mirror. It was such a familiar looking face, she looked like her mother but with a the same dirty blonde hair of her aunt on her father side. With almost machine-like memory she pulled that hair back into a short pony tail and tied it back with a scrunchy which sat on the counter.
With that done she walked out into her bedroom; it had changed as well, but not as much as he would have thought. It was kind of like walking on a movie set but Marcus well Mariah knew where everything was. She moved to her closet and opened it, instead of a line of blue jeans, polo shirts and the like. There where jeans in a different cut, a few dresses including a really nice blue one which was her prom dress. She ran a hand over it and smiled as she remembered that night, she also knew that in the night stand was a box of condoms and her boyfriend was just downstairs.
“I wonder if Oliver will be down for some fun?” thought Mariah
“Wait…I am Marcus not Mariah…I need to find a way to fix this.” Said Marcus as suddenly there was a new voice in his head or was it her voice in her head. He/She didn’t know, was his mind being changed or was something taking over.
“No…I used to be Marcus and I am Mariah.” Said Mariah “Why do I want to go back? What do I get? I am still going to the college I wanted, I actually got a scholarship to play volleyball something I didn’t get as Marcus.”
“I am Marcus, this isn’t right.” stated Marcus again in his own voice
“Why isn’t it right, I still have all our friends, more so now with my friends on who are females.” stated Mariah’s voice in the head. “Nothing else has changed, the world is still the same only we are a women not a man.”
“I…I…” started Marcus as she stumbled backwards and sat on the bed.
“And I have Oliver.” Added Mariah as Marcus began to breath heavy. “The world would never accept our love if I was a man still, but as a women it is totally normal. So accept this, become what we always wanted, become Mariah.”