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What's A Girl Like Me..(CC,All,TEEN) THE END 9/22/08
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What's A Girl Like Me..(CC,All,TEEN) THE END 9/22/08
by Kyles_Babes » Tue Jul 22, 2008 7:06 pm
TITLE: What’s A Girl Like Me Doing In A Guy Like You
AUTHORS: Kyles_Babes (Gamma Rho Girl and I_LOVE_NICK. Also, Egyptian_Kiss kindly stepped in to help and complete this story)
RATING: TEEN
GENRE/PAIRINGS: ALL CC
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Roswell, still waiting for Kyle to go on EBay
SUMMARY: This was based originally from a challenge where the humans and aliens switch bodies. (Think fluff.....Freaky Friday?) This takes place after Viva Las Vegas with just a few changes. There will be no Alex dying, no Tess being evil. For the sake of the story, all the couples are dating and Jim is still the Sheriff.
BETA: I would like to thank Maya for all the time and effort she put into being my beta for this. Not only helping with the basics, but also giving some great direction and help on the parts that had me stuck. Thank you, Maya!!!
AUTHOR’S NOTES:
This is a repost… If anyone still remembers it. We started this story about 4-5 years ago and never finished it. But, here it is....COMPLETED at looooong last. I will post at least once a week, but I could also post shorter parts twice a week, if people would like.
Thanks for your time,
Lori (Gamma Rho Girl)
ETA: pijeechinadoll made this lovely banner for the fic...I hope I'm posting it right for now(it's been a while) So I'd like to send a huge THANK YOU out for it. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Max Evans walked into the UFO museum, decked out in his spiffy mustard-colored vest, eagerly awaiting another day of meeting with and assisting alien fanatics from around the country.
At least that’s what he kept telling himself. In reality, Max hated his job, hated the vest, and was more interested in keeping the real alien details a secret from the general public rather than sharing them.
After all, Max, his sister Isabel, and their friends Michael Guerin and Tess Harding actually were the aliens. The famous aliens from the ’47 crash just outside of Roswell.
Max knew from experience that their secret had to be kept under strict wraps for the safety of his family and friends. In fact, only five other people knew of their existence; Max’s girlfriend Liz Parker, her best friend and Michael’s girlfriend Maria Deluca, Isabel’s boyfriend Alex Whitman, and Tess’s boyfriend Kyle Valenti. Along with them, Roswell’s sheriff, who happened to be Kyle’s dad, also knew the secret.
Max walked into the back office to find his boss, Brody Davis, hovering over a silver box. He seemed very intent in examining it.
“Evening, Brody.” Max called out.
Brody’s head jerked up. “Ah, Max. Just the person I was waiting for. I just received this last night. I was wondering if I could get your opinion on it.”
Max approached the desk. The object was a rectangular box made out of a tarnished silver-like substance. He immediately noticed the symbol of the royal seal of Antar on the top and started to frown.
“That’s an interesting symbol there.” Max said nonchalantly.
“I know.” Answered Brody. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Where did you get it?” Asked Max, getting more anxious by the minute.
“Well, actually a friend of mine located it and notified me. I bought it off of E-bay last week.”
Max’s eyes grew wide. “E-bay?” His voice was raised in concern. How could something from their home planet wind up on E-bay?
Trying to think of a way to examine the device without Brody’s close scrutiny, Max turned to him. “So, you’ve been here all day studying it?”
“Yes I have.” Answered Brody. “But I’ve come up with nothing. It seems to be sealed shut, if it even opens at all. I’m beginning to think it may be a fake.” Brody looked crestfallen at the thought.
“Look, Brody. You look like you could get some rest. Why don’t you go home and I’ll put this in the safe. If it hasn’t done anything yet, I’m sure it’ll be fine till the morning.” Max silently prayed that Brody would take the hint and go.
“I do believe you have a point there, Max.” Brody turned off his computer and grabbed his coat. “I think I will take the rest of the evening off. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle things by yourself?”
“No problem.” Answered Max, a fake smile of confidence plastered on his face.
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As soon as Brody was well on his way home, Max put a call into the CrashDown. He had to alert Liz and get in touch with the others. This was definitely cause for yet another top secret “I-know-an-alien” meeting. Max felt that was all he had been doing for the last two years. But a person, or in his case, an alien, could never be too cautious. Max liked to think their lives depended on it.
Liz picked up the phone on the third ring.
“CrashDown Café, this is Liz, how may I help you?”
“Liz, it’s Max.”
“Oh, hi Max.” A smile crept over Liz’s face. “I though you had to work tonight? Did you want to order some dinner?”
“Actually Liz, I wish it was as simple as that. Brody got his hands on something. Something from Antar. I don’t know what it is yet, but I think we need to get everyone down here as soon as the museum closes. I think we all should take a look and try to figure out what it is.”
Liz’s brown eyes had grown wider as Max talked. She moved with the phone into the back room. “Do you have any idea what it is Max?” She asked.
“No. That’s why I want to get everyone together. Do you know where they are?”
“Yeah, actually I think everyone was having a movie night at Michael’s.”
“Okay, Liz, can you call over there and ask them to meet here at 9? Everyone should be gone by then, and I know you get off at 8, right?” Max asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be off by then. I’ll call them right now.” She said and then, added a little tepidly, “Max, do you think it could be dangerous?”
“I don’t know Liz, but we need to find out.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at 9 then. I’ll call the others now.”
Hanging up the phone, Liz rested her forehead against the wall. She knew things had been going too well. The group had just returned home from Vegas and most of them were finally off restriction for their little trip. There hadn’t been any odd occurrences since Grant and the Gandarium crystals.
Sighing out loud, she picked up the phone and dialed Michael’s number. She prayed that Maria had made sure that Michael had paid his phone bill this month.
“Hello?” Maria answered the phone. Liz could hear the others as well as the television loudly in the background.
“Maria it’s Liz. Max found something.”
“What do you mean found something? Found something as in twenty bucks on the sidewalk? Or found something as in we’re getting sucked back into the alien abyss found something?” Maria was less than thrilled. Not only was her evening with Michael and her friends interrupted, but now they more than likely had to go to one of Max’s boring meetings. AGAIN!
“What time and where?” Maria sighed loudly into the phone. By now the others had overheard her and had turned down the TV to listen to Maria’s end of the conversation.
“9 o’clock at the UFO Center.”
“Okay, Liz, I’ll tell the others. We’ll be there.” Maria hung up the phone and headed back into the room.
Kyle was the first one to speak. “Let me guess. Something is amiss and His Majesty has demanded our presence.”
Tess elbowed him lightly in the gut. “Kyle, it could be important.”
Kyle snorted softly. “Tess, it’s always important with King Max. Why can’t we have one night of fun without being interrupted?”
“Kyle, I don’t think watching Independence Day can be mistaken for fun. I, for one, found it kind of offensive.” Isabel huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t eager to get to Max’s meeting any more than the others; but the movie was, well, it was just disturbing.
“When do we need to meet?” Asked Alex. He leaned forward and lightly started rubbing Isabel’s back until she relaxed and leaned back into him, a small smile on her lips.
“9 at the UFO Center.” Maria answered.
“Well, at least we have enough time left to watch ET.” Kyle eagerly jumped up to grab the DVD off the shelf. Isabel groaned at the choice of the next movie, but Tess, and surprisingly Michael, were excited.
“I’ve never seen this. But I think ET is so cute.” Tess settled back into the sofa and waited for Kyle to set up the movie and join her.
As the opening credits began to roll, most of the anxiety about the meeting was temporarily forgotten.
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It was nearly 9 o’clock and Max was pacing the floor in Brody’s office. So far only Liz had arrived and Max was getting impatient. “Where are they? You did tell them 9, right?”
Liz nodded.
Max turned away again. “I can’t believe they would just ignore something this important.”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad, Maximillion, we’re here.” Michael and the others walked down the stairs and joined Max and Liz.
“So what do you have Max?” Isabel had slowly grown more interested on the way over.
“Well, Brody bought this and it has the royal seal on it. I think it’s from our home planet.”
“You think?” Asked Michael, a bit sarcastically.
“Michael, get serious. We have no idea what this is or what it does.” Huffed Max.
“Maybe it’s just a box.” Alex tried to lighten the tension that had started to grow in the office. “Maybe it doesn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, you know, Isabel found the pendant and it didn’t really do anything.” Maria added trying to be helpful.
“I don’t think so Maria.” Answered Max. “Watch this.” Max held out his hand and a small light shot out aimed at the box. The box glowed a light blue as the small blast passed right through it.
“What are you trying to do destroy it? Then you’ll never know what it does.” Kyle said as he walked closer to the object.
“I wasn’t trying to break it. I just tried to move it. But my powers don’t work on it.” Max backed away.
“Let me try.” Tess came to stand near Max. She focused on the box and sent out a blast similar to Max’s. Again the silver box just glowed and the beam went right past it.
With that, the tension in the room heightened considerably. Everyone was staring at the box, each trying to come up with an explanation of what it was and what it could do.
“Maybe if we all held onto it and concentrated it would do something.” Tess suggested. “You know, like we did in the cave?”
“Yeah, that turned out really well.” Alex muttered under his breath. But Isabel still heard him.
“Relax, Alex. I think we are all finally and happily past that.” She smiled sweetly at him and joined Tess and Max.
Michael held back. “I don’t know Maxwell. Do you really want to risk something happening?”
“Do you have a better idea?” Max shot back. He wasn’t angry, just very unsettled by the whole thing. “Let’s just give it a try.”
Michael shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the others.
Isabel picked up the box in her hands and moved it to a cleared table. The other aliens stood around it, holding out their hands to the box.
The humans hung back, their expressions ranging from curiosity to fear to boredom.
As soon as all four had their hands on it, the blue light began to emanate from the box again. Slowly it grew brighter and brighter. All of a sudden a blue blast shot throughout the office. A second later all four aliens pulled their hands off the box and the light dimmed and disappeared.
Maria ran over to Michael. “What happened?” She reached for his hand and noticed the royal seal seemed to be burned into his palm. Just as quickly it faded.
“It was strange.” Tess answered. “First it felt warm and soft and then all of a sudden it shot out a burning sensation.” She looked down at her hand and noticed her mark had vanished as well.
“Max?” Isabel moved away from Alex to take a seat near where Max was standing. “What was that?”
“I don’t know Isabel. Is everyone okay? Did anything else happen to anyone?” Max had entered his protective mode again, but this time with good reason. What had just happened not only got the attention of the aliens, but the humans as well. All were worried to some degree at this point.
Kyle was the first one to answer. “Why don’t we try something again tomorrow? It’s Sunday and the Museum won’t open till at least one. We can check this out some more then. Plus, Tess and I still have a curfew; thanks to the impromptu trip to Vegas. My dad is still steaming over it.”
“Yeah, and he was a great influence on my mom. I’ve got curfew too.” Maria added.
“Okay.” Said Max. “Let’s meet back here early tomorrow and see if we can figure this out any more.
“Fine with me, Maxwell.” Michael gathered up his coat, ready to go home. If he was lucky he could catch the end of the Rangers-Maple Leafs game.
AUTHORS: Kyles_Babes (Gamma Rho Girl and I_LOVE_NICK. Also, Egyptian_Kiss kindly stepped in to help and complete this story)
RATING: TEEN
GENRE/PAIRINGS: ALL CC
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Roswell, still waiting for Kyle to go on EBay
SUMMARY: This was based originally from a challenge where the humans and aliens switch bodies. (Think fluff.....Freaky Friday?) This takes place after Viva Las Vegas with just a few changes. There will be no Alex dying, no Tess being evil. For the sake of the story, all the couples are dating and Jim is still the Sheriff.
BETA: I would like to thank Maya for all the time and effort she put into being my beta for this. Not only helping with the basics, but also giving some great direction and help on the parts that had me stuck. Thank you, Maya!!!
AUTHOR’S NOTES:
This is a repost… If anyone still remembers it. We started this story about 4-5 years ago and never finished it. But, here it is....COMPLETED at looooong last. I will post at least once a week, but I could also post shorter parts twice a week, if people would like.
Thanks for your time,
Lori (Gamma Rho Girl)
ETA: pijeechinadoll made this lovely banner for the fic...I hope I'm posting it right for now(it's been a while) So I'd like to send a huge THANK YOU out for it. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Max Evans walked into the UFO museum, decked out in his spiffy mustard-colored vest, eagerly awaiting another day of meeting with and assisting alien fanatics from around the country.
At least that’s what he kept telling himself. In reality, Max hated his job, hated the vest, and was more interested in keeping the real alien details a secret from the general public rather than sharing them.
After all, Max, his sister Isabel, and their friends Michael Guerin and Tess Harding actually were the aliens. The famous aliens from the ’47 crash just outside of Roswell.
Max knew from experience that their secret had to be kept under strict wraps for the safety of his family and friends. In fact, only five other people knew of their existence; Max’s girlfriend Liz Parker, her best friend and Michael’s girlfriend Maria Deluca, Isabel’s boyfriend Alex Whitman, and Tess’s boyfriend Kyle Valenti. Along with them, Roswell’s sheriff, who happened to be Kyle’s dad, also knew the secret.
Max walked into the back office to find his boss, Brody Davis, hovering over a silver box. He seemed very intent in examining it.
“Evening, Brody.” Max called out.
Brody’s head jerked up. “Ah, Max. Just the person I was waiting for. I just received this last night. I was wondering if I could get your opinion on it.”
Max approached the desk. The object was a rectangular box made out of a tarnished silver-like substance. He immediately noticed the symbol of the royal seal of Antar on the top and started to frown.
“That’s an interesting symbol there.” Max said nonchalantly.
“I know.” Answered Brody. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Where did you get it?” Asked Max, getting more anxious by the minute.
“Well, actually a friend of mine located it and notified me. I bought it off of E-bay last week.”
Max’s eyes grew wide. “E-bay?” His voice was raised in concern. How could something from their home planet wind up on E-bay?
Trying to think of a way to examine the device without Brody’s close scrutiny, Max turned to him. “So, you’ve been here all day studying it?”
“Yes I have.” Answered Brody. “But I’ve come up with nothing. It seems to be sealed shut, if it even opens at all. I’m beginning to think it may be a fake.” Brody looked crestfallen at the thought.
“Look, Brody. You look like you could get some rest. Why don’t you go home and I’ll put this in the safe. If it hasn’t done anything yet, I’m sure it’ll be fine till the morning.” Max silently prayed that Brody would take the hint and go.
“I do believe you have a point there, Max.” Brody turned off his computer and grabbed his coat. “I think I will take the rest of the evening off. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle things by yourself?”
“No problem.” Answered Max, a fake smile of confidence plastered on his face.
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As soon as Brody was well on his way home, Max put a call into the CrashDown. He had to alert Liz and get in touch with the others. This was definitely cause for yet another top secret “I-know-an-alien” meeting. Max felt that was all he had been doing for the last two years. But a person, or in his case, an alien, could never be too cautious. Max liked to think their lives depended on it.
Liz picked up the phone on the third ring.
“CrashDown Café, this is Liz, how may I help you?”
“Liz, it’s Max.”
“Oh, hi Max.” A smile crept over Liz’s face. “I though you had to work tonight? Did you want to order some dinner?”
“Actually Liz, I wish it was as simple as that. Brody got his hands on something. Something from Antar. I don’t know what it is yet, but I think we need to get everyone down here as soon as the museum closes. I think we all should take a look and try to figure out what it is.”
Liz’s brown eyes had grown wider as Max talked. She moved with the phone into the back room. “Do you have any idea what it is Max?” She asked.
“No. That’s why I want to get everyone together. Do you know where they are?”
“Yeah, actually I think everyone was having a movie night at Michael’s.”
“Okay, Liz, can you call over there and ask them to meet here at 9? Everyone should be gone by then, and I know you get off at 8, right?” Max asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be off by then. I’ll call them right now.” She said and then, added a little tepidly, “Max, do you think it could be dangerous?”
“I don’t know Liz, but we need to find out.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at 9 then. I’ll call the others now.”
Hanging up the phone, Liz rested her forehead against the wall. She knew things had been going too well. The group had just returned home from Vegas and most of them were finally off restriction for their little trip. There hadn’t been any odd occurrences since Grant and the Gandarium crystals.
Sighing out loud, she picked up the phone and dialed Michael’s number. She prayed that Maria had made sure that Michael had paid his phone bill this month.
“Hello?” Maria answered the phone. Liz could hear the others as well as the television loudly in the background.
“Maria it’s Liz. Max found something.”
“What do you mean found something? Found something as in twenty bucks on the sidewalk? Or found something as in we’re getting sucked back into the alien abyss found something?” Maria was less than thrilled. Not only was her evening with Michael and her friends interrupted, but now they more than likely had to go to one of Max’s boring meetings. AGAIN!
“What time and where?” Maria sighed loudly into the phone. By now the others had overheard her and had turned down the TV to listen to Maria’s end of the conversation.
“9 o’clock at the UFO Center.”
“Okay, Liz, I’ll tell the others. We’ll be there.” Maria hung up the phone and headed back into the room.
Kyle was the first one to speak. “Let me guess. Something is amiss and His Majesty has demanded our presence.”
Tess elbowed him lightly in the gut. “Kyle, it could be important.”
Kyle snorted softly. “Tess, it’s always important with King Max. Why can’t we have one night of fun without being interrupted?”
“Kyle, I don’t think watching Independence Day can be mistaken for fun. I, for one, found it kind of offensive.” Isabel huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t eager to get to Max’s meeting any more than the others; but the movie was, well, it was just disturbing.
“When do we need to meet?” Asked Alex. He leaned forward and lightly started rubbing Isabel’s back until she relaxed and leaned back into him, a small smile on her lips.
“9 at the UFO Center.” Maria answered.
“Well, at least we have enough time left to watch ET.” Kyle eagerly jumped up to grab the DVD off the shelf. Isabel groaned at the choice of the next movie, but Tess, and surprisingly Michael, were excited.
“I’ve never seen this. But I think ET is so cute.” Tess settled back into the sofa and waited for Kyle to set up the movie and join her.
As the opening credits began to roll, most of the anxiety about the meeting was temporarily forgotten.
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It was nearly 9 o’clock and Max was pacing the floor in Brody’s office. So far only Liz had arrived and Max was getting impatient. “Where are they? You did tell them 9, right?”
Liz nodded.
Max turned away again. “I can’t believe they would just ignore something this important.”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad, Maximillion, we’re here.” Michael and the others walked down the stairs and joined Max and Liz.
“So what do you have Max?” Isabel had slowly grown more interested on the way over.
“Well, Brody bought this and it has the royal seal on it. I think it’s from our home planet.”
“You think?” Asked Michael, a bit sarcastically.
“Michael, get serious. We have no idea what this is or what it does.” Huffed Max.
“Maybe it’s just a box.” Alex tried to lighten the tension that had started to grow in the office. “Maybe it doesn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, you know, Isabel found the pendant and it didn’t really do anything.” Maria added trying to be helpful.
“I don’t think so Maria.” Answered Max. “Watch this.” Max held out his hand and a small light shot out aimed at the box. The box glowed a light blue as the small blast passed right through it.
“What are you trying to do destroy it? Then you’ll never know what it does.” Kyle said as he walked closer to the object.
“I wasn’t trying to break it. I just tried to move it. But my powers don’t work on it.” Max backed away.
“Let me try.” Tess came to stand near Max. She focused on the box and sent out a blast similar to Max’s. Again the silver box just glowed and the beam went right past it.
With that, the tension in the room heightened considerably. Everyone was staring at the box, each trying to come up with an explanation of what it was and what it could do.
“Maybe if we all held onto it and concentrated it would do something.” Tess suggested. “You know, like we did in the cave?”
“Yeah, that turned out really well.” Alex muttered under his breath. But Isabel still heard him.
“Relax, Alex. I think we are all finally and happily past that.” She smiled sweetly at him and joined Tess and Max.
Michael held back. “I don’t know Maxwell. Do you really want to risk something happening?”
“Do you have a better idea?” Max shot back. He wasn’t angry, just very unsettled by the whole thing. “Let’s just give it a try.”
Michael shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the others.
Isabel picked up the box in her hands and moved it to a cleared table. The other aliens stood around it, holding out their hands to the box.
The humans hung back, their expressions ranging from curiosity to fear to boredom.
As soon as all four had their hands on it, the blue light began to emanate from the box again. Slowly it grew brighter and brighter. All of a sudden a blue blast shot throughout the office. A second later all four aliens pulled their hands off the box and the light dimmed and disappeared.
Maria ran over to Michael. “What happened?” She reached for his hand and noticed the royal seal seemed to be burned into his palm. Just as quickly it faded.
“It was strange.” Tess answered. “First it felt warm and soft and then all of a sudden it shot out a burning sensation.” She looked down at her hand and noticed her mark had vanished as well.
“Max?” Isabel moved away from Alex to take a seat near where Max was standing. “What was that?”
“I don’t know Isabel. Is everyone okay? Did anything else happen to anyone?” Max had entered his protective mode again, but this time with good reason. What had just happened not only got the attention of the aliens, but the humans as well. All were worried to some degree at this point.
Kyle was the first one to answer. “Why don’t we try something again tomorrow? It’s Sunday and the Museum won’t open till at least one. We can check this out some more then. Plus, Tess and I still have a curfew; thanks to the impromptu trip to Vegas. My dad is still steaming over it.”
“Yeah, and he was a great influence on my mom. I’ve got curfew too.” Maria added.
“Okay.” Said Max. “Let’s meet back here early tomorrow and see if we can figure this out any more.
“Fine with me, Maxwell.” Michael gathered up his coat, ready to go home. If he was lucky he could catch the end of the Rangers-Maple Leafs game.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 1 - 07/22/08
by Kyles_Babes » Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:32 pm
Thank you: xmag, begonia9508, Natalie36, Chanks_girl, and Allie Xie. I'm happy that some people actually remember this one! 
Now starts the confusing parts.....the body swapping Hope you enjoy.....reviews and thoughts are love!
Part 2
Kyle awoke to the annoying sound of a lawn mower. He lay with his eyes closed and came to the conclusion that one of his neighbors must be mowing their lawn because his dad would already be at work and there was no way in hell that Tess would be out mowing the lawn.
Kyle had already tried to insist that Tess mow the lawn, because after all; she was staying at his house expense free. Unfortunately for him, Kyle was rewarded with a long and detailed explanation about how severed grass blades gave Tess a rash. Kyle smiled, with his eyes closed remembering how cute Tess had looked; hands on her hips, and looking disgusted at the thought of herself out mowing the lawn.
The sound of the mower became louder and Kyle sighed knowing that he would now never be able to get back to sleep. Besides, he had another ‘I know an Alien’ meeting to attend to.
Not breaking a long time habit, Kyle rolled out onto the floor and began to do his push-ups. Eyes closed he fell into rhythm. Up and down, up and down. His arms lifting and releasing his weight.
By his fifth push up, he knew that something was wrong. He felt his upper arms begin to tremble, a sign that he was tired.
Kyle opened his eyes in a state of somewhat shock because he could do well more than five push-ups. So Kyle opened his eyes and saw something that made him cry out.
Directly in front of him, holding up his body weight were two hands. Hands that were supposed to be his, but instead were longer, thinner and sleeker and had perfectly manicured finger nails.
“What the hell?” He wondered aloud and scrambled to his feet, hands held out in front of him. He turned them over in bewilderment. This makes no sense he thought.
Kyle was speechless. As he looked his hands over a thought occurred to him. Kyle held his breath and then looked down.
“I have boobs.” He whispered in astonishment. Kyle sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. *I must be dreaming*. He told himself and frantically glanced around his room. Only it wasn’t his room. The bed was in different place, the walls had flowered wallpaper and all of his furniture was gone and replaced with nicer looking things. Girlie things.
“It’s just a dream.” He said aloud frantically because it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real. Very real.
Kyle looked around the room again. It wasn’t his room, but it looked familiar. That’s when he noticed the mirror. It was across the room and off to the right beside the door. Kyle approached the mirror with apprehension.
He stopped closer to the mirror, but still not directly in front of it.
All in one motion, Kyle pulled in a deep breath and jumped in front of the mirror.
“Isabel!” Kyle shouted in relief and spun around. Only, no one was there.
He turned back around and realized that Isabel wasn’t behind him; she was staring back at him from the mirror. He was looking at himself, but it was Isabel’s body staring back at him. He raised his hand and touched his face, the reflection did the same.
Big surprise.
“This is not happening.” He stated and watched as his lips moved in the mirror.
It was impossible. He was standing right there, but it was Isabel’s face looking back at him.
He was Isabel!
It wasn’t humanly possible. Humanly possible. And that’s when he realized what was going on.
Tess.
Tess was mind warping him. Just like when she made him believe that he had alien powers and could turn on the TV without the remote.
“Tess!” Kyle yelled as he flung the bedroom door open. Wow, she was doing a great job, Kyle thought as he walked down the hall. Everything looked just like the Evans’ house.
“Tess! I already said that I was sorry for dropping your toothbrush in the toilet. So you can cut it out, I’ve learned my lesson.” He called and couldn’t help but notice the goose bumps that formed on his body from hearing Isabel’s voice come out of him.
“TESS!” Kyle yelled louder, getting slightly annoyed as he made his way down the stairs.
“Isabel, what’s the matter?”
Kyle stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stood face to face with a slightly shocked Diane Evans.
“Huh-!?” Kyle spat out.
Tess wouldn’t go this far, would she?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Diane asked him looking concerned.
No, she wouldn’t go this far. Kyle thought with dread.
“Um…nothing MOM.” Kyle said uncertainly. “I just thought that I heard Tess.”
Diane glanced at him. “Um…no, honey. I’m the only one here. Your father left for work and Max is still upstairs asleep.”
Max! He would know what to do! There was no doubt in his mind now that this was alien related and who better to talk to…Why, the alien King himself, of course.
“Okay, mom. I’m just gonna go get dressed.” Kyle said and ran up the stairs before Diane could say anything. Kyle reached the top of the stairs and ran down to Max’s room.
“Max!” He cried as he flung the bedroom door open.
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Maria was dreaming.
She was sitting in the cafeteria at school with all of her friends, except Michael. They were eating their lunch and laughing at something that Kyle and Alex were saying. What they were saying, she wasn’t sure. But, that wasn’t her biggest concern. Her biggest concern was wondering where Michael was.
She was just about to ask, when the sounds of the cafeteria became silent. Maria looked at the cafeteria doors, to see what everyone was looking at.
They were all looking at Michael Guerin.
He stood at the cafeteria doors with a dozen red roses in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. Maria smiled and all her friends glanced back at her. She noticed pleasurably that Liz, Isabel and Tess all looked envious.
“He’s so romantic.” She sighed.
They all turned their attention back to Michael. They watched as he jumped onto the nearest table top and walked from table to table approaching Maria’s table.
He was singing. Yes, singing! It was her dream after all.
“I’ve got sunshine…on a cloudy day…”
Maria beamed as he came closer.
“…When it’s cold outside…I’ve got the month of May…”
Michael finally made it to their table and stood above Maria.
“…What can make me feel this way? My Girl!...My Girl!....My Girl!!!!!”
He reached out and Maria took his hand and he lifted her onto the table top.
“I love you Maria DeLuca!” He shouted for everyone to hear.
He handed her the flowers and chocolate. Maria threw her arms around him and kissed him one of those ‘romantic movie’ kisses. The one’s where everyone is silent and there is only the sound of the tear forming music in the background.
Maria turned and addressed the crowd that ‘ooohed’ and ‘ahhhed’ at them. “Who’s the best boyfriend in the world?” She asked loudly.
“Michael!” They shouted in response. “Michael! Michael! Michael! Max! Max! MAX! WAKE UP!!!!!!”
“Max?” Maria mumbled in confusion waking up from her dream. She sat up straight when she saw a frantic looking Isabel standing in front of her. “Isabel….” She started and then cleared her throat because it sounded kind of funny.
Isabel shook her head frantically. “I’m not Isabel. Well…I am, but not really.”
Maria narrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“See…I’m really Kyle. I just woke up in Isabel’s body, but it’s really me. IT’S KYLE!” She nearly yelled.
Maria jumped up on the bed not noticing her surroundings. “Look Isabel. This isn’t funny...” Maria started to say and then noticed that her voice still sounded funny.
She turned her head to clear her throat and noticed the mirror and that this wasn’t her bedroom all at the same time. She also caught sight of herself in the mirror. Well, not herself.
“Max?” She chocked out in shock and spun around to see if he was behind her. “Ow!” She cried out because she spun so fast that she fell out of the bed and onto the floor in a tangle of blankets.
“Max?” She heard Isabel say cautiously.
Maria jumped up and ran to the mirror. “I am having a nervous breakdown.” Maria said slowly as she watched Max’s lips move in sync with her words.
“M-M-ax?” Isabel said from behind her again.
Maria spun around to face her and threw her hands up in self defense as she had seen on all those stupid kung-fu movies that Michael had forced her to watch. “Look! I don’t know who you are, or what you did to me, but you better back up! My boyfriend has a black belt in karate and he taught me all he knows.” She warned.
“Boyfriend?...Max what are you talking about?” Isabel asked her.
“I am NOT Max!” Stop calling me that!” She yelled jabbing her finger onto her naked chest, well Max’s chest, to emphasize.
“Maria?!” Isabel said, her eyes wide in shock.
“Yes! Now who the hell are you and what did you do to me?” She demanded.
Isabel stepped closer to Maria and she instinctively took a step backwards.
“It’s me…Kyle.” Isabel told her.
“Oh, man.” Maria said putting her hand over her face. Manly hands. She quickly removed them and put her hands to the side. “Am I dreaming?” She asked.
“Afraid not.” Isabel, well rather…Kyle told her
“What is going on?” She asked.
“I don’t know. But, I have a feeling its alien related.”
Maria looked down and noticed that she was only wearing boxers. She blushed and grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her middle.
Kyle broke out into laughter. ‘You look ridiculous.”
Maria looked down and began to laugh as well. “Yeah, well you’re a girl.” They both doubled over with laughter. ‘On-the-verge-of-hysteria’ laughter, but laughter all the same.
“So what are we going to do?” Maria asked him.
“I guess we should just go to the UFO Centre as planned.” He replied standing up.
“Should we call someone?” She asked him.
“Well, if it’s only happened to us, do you think that they would believe it?” he asked her.
She hesitated. “I wouldn’t.”
“So the UFO Center it is.” He said.
“You’re going like that?” She asked gesturing towards his red silk pajamas.
“Are you suggesting that I get changed?” He asked grinning.
“You’re a pervert.” She replied pulling one of Max’s shirts over her head.
“And you’re a liar.” Kyle told her.
“I am not.” She protested.
“Michael does not take karate.” He said.
“Piss off!” She stomped out the door.
Now starts the confusing parts.....the body swapping Hope you enjoy.....reviews and thoughts are love!Part 2
Kyle awoke to the annoying sound of a lawn mower. He lay with his eyes closed and came to the conclusion that one of his neighbors must be mowing their lawn because his dad would already be at work and there was no way in hell that Tess would be out mowing the lawn.
Kyle had already tried to insist that Tess mow the lawn, because after all; she was staying at his house expense free. Unfortunately for him, Kyle was rewarded with a long and detailed explanation about how severed grass blades gave Tess a rash. Kyle smiled, with his eyes closed remembering how cute Tess had looked; hands on her hips, and looking disgusted at the thought of herself out mowing the lawn.
The sound of the mower became louder and Kyle sighed knowing that he would now never be able to get back to sleep. Besides, he had another ‘I know an Alien’ meeting to attend to.
Not breaking a long time habit, Kyle rolled out onto the floor and began to do his push-ups. Eyes closed he fell into rhythm. Up and down, up and down. His arms lifting and releasing his weight.
By his fifth push up, he knew that something was wrong. He felt his upper arms begin to tremble, a sign that he was tired.
Kyle opened his eyes in a state of somewhat shock because he could do well more than five push-ups. So Kyle opened his eyes and saw something that made him cry out.
Directly in front of him, holding up his body weight were two hands. Hands that were supposed to be his, but instead were longer, thinner and sleeker and had perfectly manicured finger nails.
“What the hell?” He wondered aloud and scrambled to his feet, hands held out in front of him. He turned them over in bewilderment. This makes no sense he thought.
Kyle was speechless. As he looked his hands over a thought occurred to him. Kyle held his breath and then looked down.
“I have boobs.” He whispered in astonishment. Kyle sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. *I must be dreaming*. He told himself and frantically glanced around his room. Only it wasn’t his room. The bed was in different place, the walls had flowered wallpaper and all of his furniture was gone and replaced with nicer looking things. Girlie things.
“It’s just a dream.” He said aloud frantically because it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real. Very real.
Kyle looked around the room again. It wasn’t his room, but it looked familiar. That’s when he noticed the mirror. It was across the room and off to the right beside the door. Kyle approached the mirror with apprehension.
He stopped closer to the mirror, but still not directly in front of it.
All in one motion, Kyle pulled in a deep breath and jumped in front of the mirror.
“Isabel!” Kyle shouted in relief and spun around. Only, no one was there.
He turned back around and realized that Isabel wasn’t behind him; she was staring back at him from the mirror. He was looking at himself, but it was Isabel’s body staring back at him. He raised his hand and touched his face, the reflection did the same.
Big surprise.
“This is not happening.” He stated and watched as his lips moved in the mirror.
It was impossible. He was standing right there, but it was Isabel’s face looking back at him.
He was Isabel!
It wasn’t humanly possible. Humanly possible. And that’s when he realized what was going on.
Tess.
Tess was mind warping him. Just like when she made him believe that he had alien powers and could turn on the TV without the remote.
“Tess!” Kyle yelled as he flung the bedroom door open. Wow, she was doing a great job, Kyle thought as he walked down the hall. Everything looked just like the Evans’ house.
“Tess! I already said that I was sorry for dropping your toothbrush in the toilet. So you can cut it out, I’ve learned my lesson.” He called and couldn’t help but notice the goose bumps that formed on his body from hearing Isabel’s voice come out of him.
“TESS!” Kyle yelled louder, getting slightly annoyed as he made his way down the stairs.
“Isabel, what’s the matter?”
Kyle stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stood face to face with a slightly shocked Diane Evans.
“Huh-!?” Kyle spat out.
Tess wouldn’t go this far, would she?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Diane asked him looking concerned.
No, she wouldn’t go this far. Kyle thought with dread.
“Um…nothing MOM.” Kyle said uncertainly. “I just thought that I heard Tess.”
Diane glanced at him. “Um…no, honey. I’m the only one here. Your father left for work and Max is still upstairs asleep.”
Max! He would know what to do! There was no doubt in his mind now that this was alien related and who better to talk to…Why, the alien King himself, of course.
“Okay, mom. I’m just gonna go get dressed.” Kyle said and ran up the stairs before Diane could say anything. Kyle reached the top of the stairs and ran down to Max’s room.
“Max!” He cried as he flung the bedroom door open.
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Maria was dreaming.
She was sitting in the cafeteria at school with all of her friends, except Michael. They were eating their lunch and laughing at something that Kyle and Alex were saying. What they were saying, she wasn’t sure. But, that wasn’t her biggest concern. Her biggest concern was wondering where Michael was.
She was just about to ask, when the sounds of the cafeteria became silent. Maria looked at the cafeteria doors, to see what everyone was looking at.
They were all looking at Michael Guerin.
He stood at the cafeteria doors with a dozen red roses in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. Maria smiled and all her friends glanced back at her. She noticed pleasurably that Liz, Isabel and Tess all looked envious.
“He’s so romantic.” She sighed.
They all turned their attention back to Michael. They watched as he jumped onto the nearest table top and walked from table to table approaching Maria’s table.
He was singing. Yes, singing! It was her dream after all.
“I’ve got sunshine…on a cloudy day…”
Maria beamed as he came closer.
“…When it’s cold outside…I’ve got the month of May…”
Michael finally made it to their table and stood above Maria.
“…What can make me feel this way? My Girl!...My Girl!....My Girl!!!!!”
He reached out and Maria took his hand and he lifted her onto the table top.
“I love you Maria DeLuca!” He shouted for everyone to hear.
He handed her the flowers and chocolate. Maria threw her arms around him and kissed him one of those ‘romantic movie’ kisses. The one’s where everyone is silent and there is only the sound of the tear forming music in the background.
Maria turned and addressed the crowd that ‘ooohed’ and ‘ahhhed’ at them. “Who’s the best boyfriend in the world?” She asked loudly.
“Michael!” They shouted in response. “Michael! Michael! Michael! Max! Max! MAX! WAKE UP!!!!!!”
“Max?” Maria mumbled in confusion waking up from her dream. She sat up straight when she saw a frantic looking Isabel standing in front of her. “Isabel….” She started and then cleared her throat because it sounded kind of funny.
Isabel shook her head frantically. “I’m not Isabel. Well…I am, but not really.”
Maria narrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“See…I’m really Kyle. I just woke up in Isabel’s body, but it’s really me. IT’S KYLE!” She nearly yelled.
Maria jumped up on the bed not noticing her surroundings. “Look Isabel. This isn’t funny...” Maria started to say and then noticed that her voice still sounded funny.
She turned her head to clear her throat and noticed the mirror and that this wasn’t her bedroom all at the same time. She also caught sight of herself in the mirror. Well, not herself.
“Max?” She chocked out in shock and spun around to see if he was behind her. “Ow!” She cried out because she spun so fast that she fell out of the bed and onto the floor in a tangle of blankets.
“Max?” She heard Isabel say cautiously.
Maria jumped up and ran to the mirror. “I am having a nervous breakdown.” Maria said slowly as she watched Max’s lips move in sync with her words.
“M-M-ax?” Isabel said from behind her again.
Maria spun around to face her and threw her hands up in self defense as she had seen on all those stupid kung-fu movies that Michael had forced her to watch. “Look! I don’t know who you are, or what you did to me, but you better back up! My boyfriend has a black belt in karate and he taught me all he knows.” She warned.
“Boyfriend?...Max what are you talking about?” Isabel asked her.
“I am NOT Max!” Stop calling me that!” She yelled jabbing her finger onto her naked chest, well Max’s chest, to emphasize.
“Maria?!” Isabel said, her eyes wide in shock.
“Yes! Now who the hell are you and what did you do to me?” She demanded.
Isabel stepped closer to Maria and she instinctively took a step backwards.
“It’s me…Kyle.” Isabel told her.
“Oh, man.” Maria said putting her hand over her face. Manly hands. She quickly removed them and put her hands to the side. “Am I dreaming?” She asked.
“Afraid not.” Isabel, well rather…Kyle told her
“What is going on?” She asked.
“I don’t know. But, I have a feeling its alien related.”
Maria looked down and noticed that she was only wearing boxers. She blushed and grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her middle.
Kyle broke out into laughter. ‘You look ridiculous.”
Maria looked down and began to laugh as well. “Yeah, well you’re a girl.” They both doubled over with laughter. ‘On-the-verge-of-hysteria’ laughter, but laughter all the same.
“So what are we going to do?” Maria asked him.
“I guess we should just go to the UFO Centre as planned.” He replied standing up.
“Should we call someone?” She asked him.
“Well, if it’s only happened to us, do you think that they would believe it?” he asked her.
She hesitated. “I wouldn’t.”
“So the UFO Center it is.” He said.
“You’re going like that?” She asked gesturing towards his red silk pajamas.
“Are you suggesting that I get changed?” He asked grinning.
“You’re a pervert.” She replied pulling one of Max’s shirts over her head.
“And you’re a liar.” Kyle told her.
“I am not.” She protested.
“Michael does not take karate.” He said.
“Piss off!” She stomped out the door.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 2 - 07/25/08
by Kyles_Babes » Mon Jul 28, 2008 3:13 pm
Thank you so much for reading and commenting; begonia9508, Allie Xie, and 83AlienAngel. And welcome back, Buddha-boy...I'm happy that you'll now be able to read the entire thing. 
PART 3
Alex was in a dream. He knew it, and he embraced it. Or rather, he embraced Isabel. It was prom, and they were there, slow dancing together to the song being played by the band.
Suddenly the band on the stage turned into *NSYNC, singing “Bye Bye Bye”. What the hell? *Why am I dreaming abut Justin and Joey?* Wondered Alex.
Rolling over, he slowly awoke and realized it was the radio alarm.
*Odd.* He thought. *When did they start playing boybands on the University’s alternative rock station?*
Sitting up and slowly wiping the sleep from his eyes, Alex leaned down and reached to pull on his slippers. Only after he had pulled on the second one did a certain thought occur to him. *Since when are my slippers furry?*
Opening his eyes, Alex looked down toward his feet. His head quickly shot back up and he rubbed his eyes again. He counted from one to ten and then looked back down towards his feet again. No change…still wearing Hello Kitty slippers. His eyes began to slowly travel up his legs. His very toned, very shaven, and, frighteningly, very feminine legs.
*I must still be dreaming.* He thought to himself.
He reached his one arm over across his chest to pinch himself on the other. *Owww. What the?*
Looking back down, he continued his upward appraisal, although his perusal stopped dead when his line of vision reached a pair of small white panties with little hearts all over them.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!” Alex’s scream could be heard down the block.
Almost tripping as he got up from the bed, Alex spun around in a circle and looked around. What the hell was he doing in Kyle’s room? What the hell was going on here?
Alex quickly tried to make his way to the door, but stopped short when he got a look in the dresser mirror. For some reason, one that Alex couldn’t fathom, Tess was staring back at him.
Screaming once more, Alex ran out of Kyle’s room into the living room to see Kyle sitting up on the sofa glaring at him.
“What the hell is the matter with you, Tess? He asked. Then he frowned. “Tess?” What are you doing here?” Looking around, he rephrased his questioned. “No, wait, what am I doing here? And what the hell is wrong with my voice?”
Standing up and putting his hands on his hips, Kyle started tapping his foot. “Tess, what’s going on? Why am I at your house?”
Alex just screamed again. “You…you aren’t Kyle are you? I’d know that look anywhere.” Face growing paler, if that was even possible, Alex whispered, “Isabel?”
“Tess, what’s the matter with you, of course it’s me. And I’m still waiting for an answer to my question. Why am I here? And why does my voice sound funny?”
Alex just stared some more. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Kyle’s bare chest.
“Tess, what are you…” Looking down at the bare, obviously male chest, Isabel let out a scream herself. “Tess, this isn’t funny, you change me back right now.” Isabel was growing increasingly more agitated.
“I’m not Tess.” Came from the smaller blonde in a shaky, mere whisper. “It’s me, Alex.”
“Come on Tess, enough with the games.”
“Isabel, I’m not kidding. I’m Alex.” Trying to think of something that would convince her, he looked back up. “You dreamwalked me. During the heatwave last December. Remember? I told you how much I liked it when you wore red. And we danced. Isabel…..it’s me.” Alex was almost pleading with her.
A look of pure shock came over Kyle’s face and Alex had to jump back to keep from being caught under Kyle’s weight as Isabel fainted and landed on the floor.
“Great, just what I need.” Alex bent over to try to lift Isabel onto the sofa, but quickly realized he could barely move Kyle’s body, being stuck himself in Tess’s small form. He made one last attempt to move the body, when he decided he needed a new course of action.
Spotting a half empty glass of water on the coffee table, Alex picked it up in his hands. Knowing Isabel would kill him, but not knowing what else to do he emptied the glass of water over Kyle’s head.
Sputtering as she came to, Isabel looked up into Alex’s worried face. “Alex?” She whispered as she got up off the floor, pushing a lock of short, wet brown hair back from her forehead.
“Still me, although I wish it wasn’t”
“Okay, I don’t know who did this, but I think we’ve had enough “fun.” She emphasized the word with an icy tone.
Isabel waved her hand in front of Alex, intending on changing him back to his normal body, but when she moved her hand, nothing happened.
A look of confusion spread across Kyle’s face and Isabel waved her, well Kyle’s, hand in front of Alex again. Still nothing. “Oh my god.” She whispered. “My powers aren’t changing you back.”
She quickly looked around and noticed the wet spot on the carpet where Alex had spilled the water. Crouching down, she waved her hand over it, intending to dry it. Again, nothing happened. “I don’t even have my basic powers anymore.”
This set Alex off into another of his screaming sessions complete with flailing his arms around.
“Alex, would you knock it off? Look, you need to calm down. You’re acting like a girl.”
Pointing down to the frilly top and matching panties he was wearing, Alex practically screamed back. “Isabel, look at me. I’m wearing a nightie and Pink cartoon Slippers. I AM A GIRL!!!!! And THAT would be the problem.”
“Let’s just go find Max and figure this out.”
Alex still looked unhappy and distressed. “Actually, I think Max is the one who got us into this mess.”
“What are you talking about?” Asked Isabel. She had put on one of Kyle’s brown checkered shirts, and was snapping it up, a look of distaste evident on her face.
“That box thing….the blue lights shooting out….I told you not to do anything. I warned you something bad would happen, just like when you activated the stones.”
“You think that box had something to do with us changing like this?” Asked Isabel.
“Have you got a better solution?”
“I think we’d better try to find the others and see if anything else has happened, then get to the Museum and get us changed back” Isabel started walking around, a determined look on Kyle’s face.
Alex had a similar look spread over Tess’s face. “My sentiments exactly. I’m gonna go change.” He turned to leave the living room when all of a sudden he paused in his tracks. He slowly turned around. “Uh, Isabel?”
“Yeah?” She answered, still a bit unsteady.
“Well, seeing as how I don’t…..uh, what I mean is that I haven’t…well, you see.”
“Spit it out, Alex” Isabel was worried, and getting just a tad impatient to remedy the fix they had found themselves in.
“It’s just that…..I have no idea what to wear.” Alex blurted out.
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Max was on the verge of waking up when he stretched in his bed and the smell hit his nose. He breathed deeply and the aroma filled his nostrils. It was a sweet smell. Almost as if it were a mixture of aroma’s all blended together.
Max was still half asleep when his brain registered the fact that his bedroom did not smell like this. But, he knew the smell from somewhere. But where? He thought to himself.
The answer followed almost immediately. It was the sweet smell of all the oils that Maria always carried with her and tried to make him and all of his friends try at least once. And as Max opened his eyes for the first time that morning he wondered why his room smelt like Maria.
Max stared up at the ceiling and an uneasy feeling came over him. The light above his head was not on but Max could clearly see that that light was not a light from his room.
“What?!” He whispered and sat up. His mouth dropped open as he took in his surroundings.
It was Maria’s room. He knew this for sure because he had been here with Liz and the other’s to study on more than one occasion.
He looked around and saw her computer in the corner near her closet. The dresser was on the other side of the room. On it were Maria’s vials of oil some pictures and a vanity mirror. So, if this is Maria’s room, where is Maria? He wondered, confused. Max then realized that he was still in Maria’s bed. Maria’s bed! *What am I doing in Maria’s bed?* Max thought frantically and jumped out of the bed.
At that moment Amy DeLuca opened the bedroom door and came inside. Max stood frozen in the middle of Maria’s room with his eyes wide. *Oh God, Mrs. DeLuca is gonna kill me. I’m in her daughter’s bedroom and I just woke up and Maria is not even here.* Max thought frantically as he glanced around the room for some kind of escape.
“Maria, I’m glad that you’re awake. I want to borrow your new cute little black skirt.” Amy said and Max spun around at the mention of Maria’s name.
She wasn’t behind him, so why was Amy talking to her?
When Max turned back around to face Mrs. DeLuca she was staring at him and looked very concerned.
“Honey, are you okay?” Amy said but her voice sounded very far away to Max because it was at that moment that he realized that Amy DeLuca was talking to HIM.
Max’s mind went blank.
“Why do you look so…guilty?” Amy said finding the right word and looking just as confused as Max, then her face lit up in realization.
“He’s here isn’t he?” Amy demanded.
But before Max could even ask who or what she was talking about anger spread across Amy’s face.
“Where is he? Where are you hiding him?” Amy nearly shouted and dropped down to the floor and looked under the bed. “Michael! I know you’re here!...Come out and show yourself!” Amy called and then stood up.
Max then realized that Amy must think that Michael was hiding in the room somewhere. He remembered Maria telling him how mad Amy had gotten when she caught Michael and Maria in bed together after Hank had hit Michael.
*But, why would Amy think that Michael was in here in the first place and more importantly why isn’t she mad that I'm here?* He watched in the utmost confusion as Amy made her way to the closet ranting and raving about how she would not let her daughter ruin her life by becoming a teenaged mother. Amy threw the closet door open with a triumphant “AH HA!” Max caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Only it was Maria’s reflection staring back at him. It was the first time that morning that Max saw himself and he almost passed out.
“Wh-ha-at?!” Max exclaimed and made his way to the mirror.
He stopped in front of it and gingerly touched his face. *This is NOT happening.* He thought to himself as he watched ‘Maria’ touch ‘her’ face in the mirror.
He thought at first that he must be dreaming, but deep down he knew that it wasn’t true.
*It’s something alien.* He told himself. Hell, he should be used to strange stuff by now, after all he was an alien King, but this was down right creepy.
He convinced himself to calm down and act like the King he once was by remaining in control of the situation so he would not jeopardize his life or the life of his friends. You could never be too careful. He had to get Amy out of the room so he could figure this all out.
“Well, he’s not here.” Amy stated coming up behind him and making him jump. He spun around at a loss for words.
Amy studied him closely.
“Maria, are you on drugs?” Amy asked gently grabbing his hand.
“What?! NO!” He stated and felt a chill as he heard Maria’s voice some out of his body.
“Then what’s wrong honey?” Amy asked him.
Think fast. Don’t let her get suspicious.
“Um…It’s just that…” Max trailed off unable to think of what to say.
“The skirt!” HE nearly shouted and then regained control of himself. “The skirt, you wanted to borrow, I lent it to Liz.”
“Oh Honey! That’s okay.” Amy said and laughed. “I’ll just find something else.”
Max watched as she began to go through the drawers of the dresser to find something to wear. He glanced back at the mirror still in disbelief.
“Oh, these are cute.” He heard Amy say.
He turned to see Amy holding up a pair of Maria’s panties. Max blushed immediately and turned away.
“Oh, Maria, I don’t want to borrow them silly.” Amy stated laughing.
“Well, I think that I am just going to go out and maybe do a little shopping.” Amy declared after a moment and shut the drawers. “Do you want to come?”
“Uh, no thanks.” Max replied. Amy smiled and kissed his forehead. She made her way to the door and then turned back.
“Those pajamas are cute too.” Amy said and then left the room.
Max glanced down for the first time and saw what he was wearing. When Maria had gone to bed the night before she had put on a pair of short shorts and a small tank top that showed off a lot of skin. Max blushed deeply and looked away.
“This is bad.” He muttered to himself. He went to the dresser to look for something else to put on. Without realizing it, he opened the drawer that Maria kept all her panties and bras in. He slammed it shut immediately. He went through the rest of the drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater.
*That’s better.* He thought.
He put them on over what he was already wearing and then sat on the bed. He had to call someone. His first instinct was to call Liz but he didn’t want to freak her out.
Michael! He thought and picked up the phone and dialed the number.
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Liz woke up to the sound of her phone ringing.
After leaving the UFO Centre the night before Liz had stayed up late working on her science project. She groggily reached for the phone still half-asleep. She put the phone to her ear and heard Maria’s voice.
“Michael? Hello?”
Michael? Liz thought confused.
“Wrong number Maria. It’s me Liz.” Liz told her and then cleared her throat because it was all deep and throaty for some reason.
“Michael! It’s not funny.” Liz heard Maria say angrily.
“Something happened. I know that I may sound like Maria, but it’s me. Max!”
“Quit it Maria, it’s too early.” Liz complained and cleared her throat again.
Still holding the phone to her ear she sat up in her bed an opened her eyes.
“What?” Liz exclaimed as her eyes took in her surroundings. She was not in her bed. In fact she was in Michael’s apartment on his couch.
“Michael are you there?” Liz heard Maria demand.
“I’m not Michael.” Liz told her and then for the first time realized that she sounded like Michael. A lot like Michael.
Liz jumped up off the couch so fast she fell onto the floor and dropped the phone. She stood back up immediately and looked down. What she saw made her cry out. She was only wearing jeans and her chest was bare.
But, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was she was looking down at a male chest.
“Oh my God.” She whispered and ran down the hall to Michael’s bathroom. She flicked the light switch and screamed when she saw Michael staring back at her.
“M-M-ichael?” She choked out and took a step back when she saw Michael’s lips move in the reflection.
She looked down at her hands. Manly hands.
*Calm down Liz.* She scolded herself. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. “But there can’t be. It’s not possible.” She said aloud to herself.
She brushed back Michael’s hair which was hanging in her face.
“This is alien.” She declared knowing that there was no other explanation and then she remembered the person on the phone. She knew that she had to remain calm and in control. But what if the person on the phone was a shape shifter or something? *It’s not like weird things had never happened to her before.* She thought back to when Future Max had visited her.
She took a tentative step back towards the phone that was still lying on the floor. She had to be cautious.
“Hello?” She said into the mouth piece wondering if the person was still there.
“What happened?” Liz heard Maria’s voice ask.
“Who is this?” Liz demanded.
“Look Michael. Something weird is going on. It’s Max. I know that I sound like Maria, but it’s me…Max. Somehow I woke up in Maria’s body.”
Liz’s hand tightened on the phone as she listened.
“How am I supposed to believe you?” Liz demanded again in Michael’s gruff voice.
“Is this you Liz?” She head Maria ask. “You said that you were Liz before.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you’re trying to pull but you better leave me alone. What is wrong with you? This isn’t normal.” Liz shouted. She didn’t know what to say to this person and she didn’t know if she could believe them.
“Liz…” She heard Maria say quietly.
Liz remained silent.
“Liz, what’s so great about normal?”
Liz felt her heart skip a beat.
“Max? It’s really you?” She nearly cried into the phone.
“Yes. It’s me.”
“Max, what is going on?” Liz asked and sat back down on Michael’s couch.
“I don’t know but we have to find out. I’m going to come and pick you up and we are going to go to the UFO Centre.”
“Okay.” She said.
“I love you Liz.”
Liz began to laugh.
“What?”
“It just sounds so weird. You say it with so much feeling, but you sound just like Maria.”
Max was silent for a moment.
“Tell me that you love me.” He finally said to her.
“I love you Max.” She said meaning it with all her heart.
“I think it’s weirder for me.” He said and began to laugh as well.
“I can imagine.” Liz replied.
“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“All right.” Liz said and hung up.
She looked down at her bare chest and made her way into Michael’s bedroom. She grabbed a Metallica shirt off his bed and threw it on.
*Now I know why Maria always wants to take Michael shopping.* She thought to herself as she made her way outside to wait for Max.
PART 3
Alex was in a dream. He knew it, and he embraced it. Or rather, he embraced Isabel. It was prom, and they were there, slow dancing together to the song being played by the band.
Suddenly the band on the stage turned into *NSYNC, singing “Bye Bye Bye”. What the hell? *Why am I dreaming abut Justin and Joey?* Wondered Alex.
Rolling over, he slowly awoke and realized it was the radio alarm.
*Odd.* He thought. *When did they start playing boybands on the University’s alternative rock station?*
Sitting up and slowly wiping the sleep from his eyes, Alex leaned down and reached to pull on his slippers. Only after he had pulled on the second one did a certain thought occur to him. *Since when are my slippers furry?*
Opening his eyes, Alex looked down toward his feet. His head quickly shot back up and he rubbed his eyes again. He counted from one to ten and then looked back down towards his feet again. No change…still wearing Hello Kitty slippers. His eyes began to slowly travel up his legs. His very toned, very shaven, and, frighteningly, very feminine legs.
*I must still be dreaming.* He thought to himself.
He reached his one arm over across his chest to pinch himself on the other. *Owww. What the?*
Looking back down, he continued his upward appraisal, although his perusal stopped dead when his line of vision reached a pair of small white panties with little hearts all over them.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!” Alex’s scream could be heard down the block.
Almost tripping as he got up from the bed, Alex spun around in a circle and looked around. What the hell was he doing in Kyle’s room? What the hell was going on here?
Alex quickly tried to make his way to the door, but stopped short when he got a look in the dresser mirror. For some reason, one that Alex couldn’t fathom, Tess was staring back at him.
Screaming once more, Alex ran out of Kyle’s room into the living room to see Kyle sitting up on the sofa glaring at him.
“What the hell is the matter with you, Tess? He asked. Then he frowned. “Tess?” What are you doing here?” Looking around, he rephrased his questioned. “No, wait, what am I doing here? And what the hell is wrong with my voice?”
Standing up and putting his hands on his hips, Kyle started tapping his foot. “Tess, what’s going on? Why am I at your house?”
Alex just screamed again. “You…you aren’t Kyle are you? I’d know that look anywhere.” Face growing paler, if that was even possible, Alex whispered, “Isabel?”
“Tess, what’s the matter with you, of course it’s me. And I’m still waiting for an answer to my question. Why am I here? And why does my voice sound funny?”
Alex just stared some more. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Kyle’s bare chest.
“Tess, what are you…” Looking down at the bare, obviously male chest, Isabel let out a scream herself. “Tess, this isn’t funny, you change me back right now.” Isabel was growing increasingly more agitated.
“I’m not Tess.” Came from the smaller blonde in a shaky, mere whisper. “It’s me, Alex.”
“Come on Tess, enough with the games.”
“Isabel, I’m not kidding. I’m Alex.” Trying to think of something that would convince her, he looked back up. “You dreamwalked me. During the heatwave last December. Remember? I told you how much I liked it when you wore red. And we danced. Isabel…..it’s me.” Alex was almost pleading with her.
A look of pure shock came over Kyle’s face and Alex had to jump back to keep from being caught under Kyle’s weight as Isabel fainted and landed on the floor.
“Great, just what I need.” Alex bent over to try to lift Isabel onto the sofa, but quickly realized he could barely move Kyle’s body, being stuck himself in Tess’s small form. He made one last attempt to move the body, when he decided he needed a new course of action.
Spotting a half empty glass of water on the coffee table, Alex picked it up in his hands. Knowing Isabel would kill him, but not knowing what else to do he emptied the glass of water over Kyle’s head.
Sputtering as she came to, Isabel looked up into Alex’s worried face. “Alex?” She whispered as she got up off the floor, pushing a lock of short, wet brown hair back from her forehead.
“Still me, although I wish it wasn’t”
“Okay, I don’t know who did this, but I think we’ve had enough “fun.” She emphasized the word with an icy tone.
Isabel waved her hand in front of Alex, intending on changing him back to his normal body, but when she moved her hand, nothing happened.
A look of confusion spread across Kyle’s face and Isabel waved her, well Kyle’s, hand in front of Alex again. Still nothing. “Oh my god.” She whispered. “My powers aren’t changing you back.”
She quickly looked around and noticed the wet spot on the carpet where Alex had spilled the water. Crouching down, she waved her hand over it, intending to dry it. Again, nothing happened. “I don’t even have my basic powers anymore.”
This set Alex off into another of his screaming sessions complete with flailing his arms around.
“Alex, would you knock it off? Look, you need to calm down. You’re acting like a girl.”
Pointing down to the frilly top and matching panties he was wearing, Alex practically screamed back. “Isabel, look at me. I’m wearing a nightie and Pink cartoon Slippers. I AM A GIRL!!!!! And THAT would be the problem.”
“Let’s just go find Max and figure this out.”
Alex still looked unhappy and distressed. “Actually, I think Max is the one who got us into this mess.”
“What are you talking about?” Asked Isabel. She had put on one of Kyle’s brown checkered shirts, and was snapping it up, a look of distaste evident on her face.
“That box thing….the blue lights shooting out….I told you not to do anything. I warned you something bad would happen, just like when you activated the stones.”
“You think that box had something to do with us changing like this?” Asked Isabel.
“Have you got a better solution?”
“I think we’d better try to find the others and see if anything else has happened, then get to the Museum and get us changed back” Isabel started walking around, a determined look on Kyle’s face.
Alex had a similar look spread over Tess’s face. “My sentiments exactly. I’m gonna go change.” He turned to leave the living room when all of a sudden he paused in his tracks. He slowly turned around. “Uh, Isabel?”
“Yeah?” She answered, still a bit unsteady.
“Well, seeing as how I don’t…..uh, what I mean is that I haven’t…well, you see.”
“Spit it out, Alex” Isabel was worried, and getting just a tad impatient to remedy the fix they had found themselves in.
“It’s just that…..I have no idea what to wear.” Alex blurted out.
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Max was on the verge of waking up when he stretched in his bed and the smell hit his nose. He breathed deeply and the aroma filled his nostrils. It was a sweet smell. Almost as if it were a mixture of aroma’s all blended together.
Max was still half asleep when his brain registered the fact that his bedroom did not smell like this. But, he knew the smell from somewhere. But where? He thought to himself.
The answer followed almost immediately. It was the sweet smell of all the oils that Maria always carried with her and tried to make him and all of his friends try at least once. And as Max opened his eyes for the first time that morning he wondered why his room smelt like Maria.
Max stared up at the ceiling and an uneasy feeling came over him. The light above his head was not on but Max could clearly see that that light was not a light from his room.
“What?!” He whispered and sat up. His mouth dropped open as he took in his surroundings.
It was Maria’s room. He knew this for sure because he had been here with Liz and the other’s to study on more than one occasion.
He looked around and saw her computer in the corner near her closet. The dresser was on the other side of the room. On it were Maria’s vials of oil some pictures and a vanity mirror. So, if this is Maria’s room, where is Maria? He wondered, confused. Max then realized that he was still in Maria’s bed. Maria’s bed! *What am I doing in Maria’s bed?* Max thought frantically and jumped out of the bed.
At that moment Amy DeLuca opened the bedroom door and came inside. Max stood frozen in the middle of Maria’s room with his eyes wide. *Oh God, Mrs. DeLuca is gonna kill me. I’m in her daughter’s bedroom and I just woke up and Maria is not even here.* Max thought frantically as he glanced around the room for some kind of escape.
“Maria, I’m glad that you’re awake. I want to borrow your new cute little black skirt.” Amy said and Max spun around at the mention of Maria’s name.
She wasn’t behind him, so why was Amy talking to her?
When Max turned back around to face Mrs. DeLuca she was staring at him and looked very concerned.
“Honey, are you okay?” Amy said but her voice sounded very far away to Max because it was at that moment that he realized that Amy DeLuca was talking to HIM.
Max’s mind went blank.
“Why do you look so…guilty?” Amy said finding the right word and looking just as confused as Max, then her face lit up in realization.
“He’s here isn’t he?” Amy demanded.
But before Max could even ask who or what she was talking about anger spread across Amy’s face.
“Where is he? Where are you hiding him?” Amy nearly shouted and dropped down to the floor and looked under the bed. “Michael! I know you’re here!...Come out and show yourself!” Amy called and then stood up.
Max then realized that Amy must think that Michael was hiding in the room somewhere. He remembered Maria telling him how mad Amy had gotten when she caught Michael and Maria in bed together after Hank had hit Michael.
*But, why would Amy think that Michael was in here in the first place and more importantly why isn’t she mad that I'm here?* He watched in the utmost confusion as Amy made her way to the closet ranting and raving about how she would not let her daughter ruin her life by becoming a teenaged mother. Amy threw the closet door open with a triumphant “AH HA!” Max caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Only it was Maria’s reflection staring back at him. It was the first time that morning that Max saw himself and he almost passed out.
“Wh-ha-at?!” Max exclaimed and made his way to the mirror.
He stopped in front of it and gingerly touched his face. *This is NOT happening.* He thought to himself as he watched ‘Maria’ touch ‘her’ face in the mirror.
He thought at first that he must be dreaming, but deep down he knew that it wasn’t true.
*It’s something alien.* He told himself. Hell, he should be used to strange stuff by now, after all he was an alien King, but this was down right creepy.
He convinced himself to calm down and act like the King he once was by remaining in control of the situation so he would not jeopardize his life or the life of his friends. You could never be too careful. He had to get Amy out of the room so he could figure this all out.
“Well, he’s not here.” Amy stated coming up behind him and making him jump. He spun around at a loss for words.
Amy studied him closely.
“Maria, are you on drugs?” Amy asked gently grabbing his hand.
“What?! NO!” He stated and felt a chill as he heard Maria’s voice some out of his body.
“Then what’s wrong honey?” Amy asked him.
Think fast. Don’t let her get suspicious.
“Um…It’s just that…” Max trailed off unable to think of what to say.
“The skirt!” HE nearly shouted and then regained control of himself. “The skirt, you wanted to borrow, I lent it to Liz.”
“Oh Honey! That’s okay.” Amy said and laughed. “I’ll just find something else.”
Max watched as she began to go through the drawers of the dresser to find something to wear. He glanced back at the mirror still in disbelief.
“Oh, these are cute.” He heard Amy say.
He turned to see Amy holding up a pair of Maria’s panties. Max blushed immediately and turned away.
“Oh, Maria, I don’t want to borrow them silly.” Amy stated laughing.
“Well, I think that I am just going to go out and maybe do a little shopping.” Amy declared after a moment and shut the drawers. “Do you want to come?”
“Uh, no thanks.” Max replied. Amy smiled and kissed his forehead. She made her way to the door and then turned back.
“Those pajamas are cute too.” Amy said and then left the room.
Max glanced down for the first time and saw what he was wearing. When Maria had gone to bed the night before she had put on a pair of short shorts and a small tank top that showed off a lot of skin. Max blushed deeply and looked away.
“This is bad.” He muttered to himself. He went to the dresser to look for something else to put on. Without realizing it, he opened the drawer that Maria kept all her panties and bras in. He slammed it shut immediately. He went through the rest of the drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater.
*That’s better.* He thought.
He put them on over what he was already wearing and then sat on the bed. He had to call someone. His first instinct was to call Liz but he didn’t want to freak her out.
Michael! He thought and picked up the phone and dialed the number.
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Liz woke up to the sound of her phone ringing.
After leaving the UFO Centre the night before Liz had stayed up late working on her science project. She groggily reached for the phone still half-asleep. She put the phone to her ear and heard Maria’s voice.
“Michael? Hello?”
Michael? Liz thought confused.
“Wrong number Maria. It’s me Liz.” Liz told her and then cleared her throat because it was all deep and throaty for some reason.
“Michael! It’s not funny.” Liz heard Maria say angrily.
“Something happened. I know that I may sound like Maria, but it’s me. Max!”
“Quit it Maria, it’s too early.” Liz complained and cleared her throat again.
Still holding the phone to her ear she sat up in her bed an opened her eyes.
“What?” Liz exclaimed as her eyes took in her surroundings. She was not in her bed. In fact she was in Michael’s apartment on his couch.
“Michael are you there?” Liz heard Maria demand.
“I’m not Michael.” Liz told her and then for the first time realized that she sounded like Michael. A lot like Michael.
Liz jumped up off the couch so fast she fell onto the floor and dropped the phone. She stood back up immediately and looked down. What she saw made her cry out. She was only wearing jeans and her chest was bare.
But, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was she was looking down at a male chest.
“Oh my God.” She whispered and ran down the hall to Michael’s bathroom. She flicked the light switch and screamed when she saw Michael staring back at her.
“M-M-ichael?” She choked out and took a step back when she saw Michael’s lips move in the reflection.
She looked down at her hands. Manly hands.
*Calm down Liz.* She scolded herself. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. “But there can’t be. It’s not possible.” She said aloud to herself.
She brushed back Michael’s hair which was hanging in her face.
“This is alien.” She declared knowing that there was no other explanation and then she remembered the person on the phone. She knew that she had to remain calm and in control. But what if the person on the phone was a shape shifter or something? *It’s not like weird things had never happened to her before.* She thought back to when Future Max had visited her.
She took a tentative step back towards the phone that was still lying on the floor. She had to be cautious.
“Hello?” She said into the mouth piece wondering if the person was still there.
“What happened?” Liz heard Maria’s voice ask.
“Who is this?” Liz demanded.
“Look Michael. Something weird is going on. It’s Max. I know that I sound like Maria, but it’s me…Max. Somehow I woke up in Maria’s body.”
Liz’s hand tightened on the phone as she listened.
“How am I supposed to believe you?” Liz demanded again in Michael’s gruff voice.
“Is this you Liz?” She head Maria ask. “You said that you were Liz before.”
“Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you’re trying to pull but you better leave me alone. What is wrong with you? This isn’t normal.” Liz shouted. She didn’t know what to say to this person and she didn’t know if she could believe them.
“Liz…” She heard Maria say quietly.
Liz remained silent.
“Liz, what’s so great about normal?”
Liz felt her heart skip a beat.
“Max? It’s really you?” She nearly cried into the phone.
“Yes. It’s me.”
“Max, what is going on?” Liz asked and sat back down on Michael’s couch.
“I don’t know but we have to find out. I’m going to come and pick you up and we are going to go to the UFO Centre.”
“Okay.” She said.
“I love you Liz.”
Liz began to laugh.
“What?”
“It just sounds so weird. You say it with so much feeling, but you sound just like Maria.”
Max was silent for a moment.
“Tell me that you love me.” He finally said to her.
“I love you Max.” She said meaning it with all her heart.
“I think it’s weirder for me.” He said and began to laugh as well.
“I can imagine.” Liz replied.
“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“All right.” Liz said and hung up.
She looked down at her bare chest and made her way into Michael’s bedroom. She grabbed a Metallica shirt off his bed and threw it on.
*Now I know why Maria always wants to take Michael shopping.* She thought to herself as she made her way outside to wait for Max.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 3 - 07/28/08
by Gamma Rho Girl » Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:33 pm
Thank you everyone who read and reviewed. Here are the last of the body switches and the the next parts will start to focus on them getting together and interacting with each other. Hope you enjoy!!!!
PART 4-
Tess turned over in bed, desperately trying to ignore the sounds of Incubus coming from the radio alarm clock. She wasn’t ready yet to wake up from her wonderful dream about Kyle. In it they had been relaxing in the hotel suite in Vegas and he was holding her close. And then he was kissing her.
It took her all of five seconds to realize she wasn’t sleeping anymore and Kyle was, in fact, kissing her. It took her only two more seconds to register the fact that his breath smelled, oddly, like bad chicken leftovers and his tongue was, more often than not, missing her lips and hitting her nose.
*We’ll definitely have to work on his technique.* She thought. *And his breath. God, no wonder Liz dumped him.* Tess opened her eyes and looked up, expecting to see Kyle’s hazel ones. She was rewarded with beady black eyes that were peering down at her happily from a furry black and white head.
“EEEEEEEEE.” Tess shrieked and backed up against the headboard. The once happy little terrier was now a squirming, tangled up bundle underneath the blankets, growling and barking.
“Kyle!” Tess yelled, convinced that he had let this...this...'animal' into her room as a cruel joke.
“Kyle, get your Buddha butt in here now!” She yelled again when the dog finally disentangled itself from the blankets and was now, she was quite certain, giving her an evil doggie stare.
The door to the room was suddenly thrown open. A tall, lanky, slightly balding man entered the room. Tess immediately held up her hand ready to blast the vaguely familiar looking intruder.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” The tall man asked.
“Huh? Alex? Where?” Tess finally recognized the man as Alex’s father. She lowered her hand and looked around the room. Where was Alex? More importantly, where was her room?
“Son, what’s the matter? What’s wrong with Fender?” The little dog decided to take the opportunity to bound off the bed and make a bee-line for safer pastures.
“What are you talking about? And what’s going on with my room?” Tess was so panicked, she didn’t even realize yet that her voice had taken on a much deeper sound.
She was still backed up against the headboard as Alex’s dad came fully into the room and sat on the side of the bed. “Is it Isabel, son? Did you guys fight or something?”
“Isabel? Is she here too? What’s going on Mr. Whitman?”
“Mr. Whitman? Alex, no need to get so formal, although I could get used the sound of that.” A smile lit the older man’s face. “I don’t know what’s up with you this morning, but you’d best get up and get ready. Your mom’s finishing up her special Sunday breakfast, and you know the rules. First come, first serve.”
He stood up, smiled down at Tess and patted her on the shoulder. Then he turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
Tess was now not only panicked, but 100% confused as well. She looked around the room again, noticing the guitars in the corner and the pictures of Liz, Maria, and Isabel attached to a small mirror over the dresser near the door.
Tess slowly got up off the bed. She was now sure she had somehow gotten into Alex’s room during the night. But how? She narrowed her eyes as the logical solution came to her. KYLE!
“When I get home, he is sooooo gonna get it. This time I really will slag him with my death ray eyes.”
Tess was now pacing back and forth, plotting her revenge on the guy she was dreaming about not even 10 minutes ago.
During one of her paces her eyes landed directly on the mirror she had spotted earlier.
“Oh my…” Tess blinked and looked again. The same reflection stared back at her.
Alex.
She moved towards the mirror, her eyes never wavering.
“Oh my…” She repeated and backed up a step.
Her eyes grew wide as a thought occurred to her. “It’s finally happened.” She whispered. “I’ve mindwarped myself.”
Turning back to face the room she looked for the phone. Max. Max would surely know how to fix this.
She spotted the phone and quickly dialed the Evans’ number. After 6 rings, she placed the receiver back.
*Now what?* She thought.
Kyle! She grabbed the phone again and dialed the number for the Valenti house. Again, there was no answer.
*Damn.* She thought slamming the phone back down.
*I guess I’d better get to the Museum.* Looking down, she noticed she was wearing a baggy tee and grey sweats.
“This’ll have to do.” She mumbled. Spotting a pair of sneakers, she quickly laced them on.
“Hurry up Alex. Your mother is eating all the pancakes.” The voice wafted up the stairs, accompanied by a woman’s warm laughter.
*I guess the Museum will have to wait till after the fun family breakfast.* Thought Tess.
“Uh, yeah….okay….I’ll, ah….be down in a sec….okay…um, Pop?”
Tess shook her head and headed downstairs, desperately wishing she had paid more attention to Alex over the past year. She had no idea what a family breakfast consisted of. Nacedo certainly wasn’t big on them, and the Sheriff and Kyle? Their idea of breakfast was Lucky Charms and ESPN’s Sports Center playing in the living room.
“Please, Buddha…let me get through this.” She prayed as she walked into the kitchen to the two smiling parents.
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Michael was definitely not having a good morning. He wasn’t fully awake yet, but could already tell that his neck was going to be sore. Most likely from falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV. On top of that, the odor of the CrashDown’s kitchen seemed to be invading his sense of smell.
*Damn.* He thought. *I better do laundry soon. Those shirts are starting to really reek.*
He slowly stretched his arms over his head until they hit the wall. Hold on…. What wall? Michael didn’t have a wall near his couch.
His eyes popped open and he looked up to the ceiling. Why were there little glow in the dark stars on his ceiling? His eyes drifted down to the far wall and he was rewarded with looking at a poster of Albert Einstein. Huh?
Michael sat upright in the bed and noticed two things straight away. The first was that he was no longer on the couch in his living room; and the second that he was, for reasons he couldn’t explain, waking up in Liz Parker’s bed.
“Oh God.” He whispered, and looked around the room again. How did he get here? And more importantly, how was he going to explain this to Maria. He had no idea what was going on.
He pushed the covers off and jumped up out of the bed. As he started to the door, something caught his attention. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. He looked down to notice that he was wearing a long nightshirt with a large green alien head on it.
He looked down a bit farther and noticed something else. His toenails were painted a soft pink color. He shook his head to clear his mind and refocused on his feet.
*I’ve got to still be asleep and having some weird ass dream.* He thought, running a hand through his hair, pushing it off of his face.
He stopped in mid stroke. Where his hair should have ended.
“What the hell is going on here?” Michael asked out loud now.
He walked into the connecting bathroom and gazed into the mirror.
“Shit.” The expletive came out of Michael’s mouth before he could stop it.
Liz Parker’s face was staring back at him, but now complete with a look that was pure Michael.
Although the situation was sick, crazy, and quite demented, Michael was surprisingly more mad than shocked.
*I’m gonna kill Maxwell.* Michael stormed back into the bedroom. He was immediately convinced that the device from the previous evening was the cause of his present state.
Grabbing what he assumed was a bathrobe, he headed back into the bathroom already for a shower. He wanted to be clean when he beat up Max. And Brody.
*What kind of nut buys alien merchandise on Ebay anyway?*
He stopped when he looked at his (Liz’s) reflection in the mirror.
*Maybe I’ll just skip the shower after all.* He walked back into the bedroom and spotted a pair of jeans tossed over the back of the desk chair.
Quickly pulling them on, and tucking in the long nightshirt, he then looked around for a pair of shoes. All he saw was a small pair of high heeled sandals.
“This just gets better and better.” He seethed.
Pulling on the shoes he headed out the door ready to go wait for Max and the others to show at the Museum. He only tripped twice on his way down the stairs.
*On top of everything, it figures that I’d turn into Liz.* Michael figured with a frown, as he barely caught his balance once more. *Max’ll probably make moon eyes at me all day.*
OK so if anyone is confused, here's a rundown:
Max=Maria's body
Liz=Michael's body
Michael=Liz's body
Maria=Max's body
Alex=Tess' body
Isabel=Kyle's body
Kyle=Isabel's body
Tess=Alex's body
PART 4-
Tess turned over in bed, desperately trying to ignore the sounds of Incubus coming from the radio alarm clock. She wasn’t ready yet to wake up from her wonderful dream about Kyle. In it they had been relaxing in the hotel suite in Vegas and he was holding her close. And then he was kissing her.
It took her all of five seconds to realize she wasn’t sleeping anymore and Kyle was, in fact, kissing her. It took her only two more seconds to register the fact that his breath smelled, oddly, like bad chicken leftovers and his tongue was, more often than not, missing her lips and hitting her nose.
*We’ll definitely have to work on his technique.* She thought. *And his breath. God, no wonder Liz dumped him.* Tess opened her eyes and looked up, expecting to see Kyle’s hazel ones. She was rewarded with beady black eyes that were peering down at her happily from a furry black and white head.
“EEEEEEEEE.” Tess shrieked and backed up against the headboard. The once happy little terrier was now a squirming, tangled up bundle underneath the blankets, growling and barking.
“Kyle!” Tess yelled, convinced that he had let this...this...'animal' into her room as a cruel joke.
“Kyle, get your Buddha butt in here now!” She yelled again when the dog finally disentangled itself from the blankets and was now, she was quite certain, giving her an evil doggie stare.
The door to the room was suddenly thrown open. A tall, lanky, slightly balding man entered the room. Tess immediately held up her hand ready to blast the vaguely familiar looking intruder.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” The tall man asked.
“Huh? Alex? Where?” Tess finally recognized the man as Alex’s father. She lowered her hand and looked around the room. Where was Alex? More importantly, where was her room?
“Son, what’s the matter? What’s wrong with Fender?” The little dog decided to take the opportunity to bound off the bed and make a bee-line for safer pastures.
“What are you talking about? And what’s going on with my room?” Tess was so panicked, she didn’t even realize yet that her voice had taken on a much deeper sound.
She was still backed up against the headboard as Alex’s dad came fully into the room and sat on the side of the bed. “Is it Isabel, son? Did you guys fight or something?”
“Isabel? Is she here too? What’s going on Mr. Whitman?”
“Mr. Whitman? Alex, no need to get so formal, although I could get used the sound of that.” A smile lit the older man’s face. “I don’t know what’s up with you this morning, but you’d best get up and get ready. Your mom’s finishing up her special Sunday breakfast, and you know the rules. First come, first serve.”
He stood up, smiled down at Tess and patted her on the shoulder. Then he turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
Tess was now not only panicked, but 100% confused as well. She looked around the room again, noticing the guitars in the corner and the pictures of Liz, Maria, and Isabel attached to a small mirror over the dresser near the door.
Tess slowly got up off the bed. She was now sure she had somehow gotten into Alex’s room during the night. But how? She narrowed her eyes as the logical solution came to her. KYLE!
“When I get home, he is sooooo gonna get it. This time I really will slag him with my death ray eyes.”
Tess was now pacing back and forth, plotting her revenge on the guy she was dreaming about not even 10 minutes ago.
During one of her paces her eyes landed directly on the mirror she had spotted earlier.
“Oh my…” Tess blinked and looked again. The same reflection stared back at her.
Alex.
She moved towards the mirror, her eyes never wavering.
“Oh my…” She repeated and backed up a step.
Her eyes grew wide as a thought occurred to her. “It’s finally happened.” She whispered. “I’ve mindwarped myself.”
Turning back to face the room she looked for the phone. Max. Max would surely know how to fix this.
She spotted the phone and quickly dialed the Evans’ number. After 6 rings, she placed the receiver back.
*Now what?* She thought.
Kyle! She grabbed the phone again and dialed the number for the Valenti house. Again, there was no answer.
*Damn.* She thought slamming the phone back down.
*I guess I’d better get to the Museum.* Looking down, she noticed she was wearing a baggy tee and grey sweats.
“This’ll have to do.” She mumbled. Spotting a pair of sneakers, she quickly laced them on.
“Hurry up Alex. Your mother is eating all the pancakes.” The voice wafted up the stairs, accompanied by a woman’s warm laughter.
*I guess the Museum will have to wait till after the fun family breakfast.* Thought Tess.
“Uh, yeah….okay….I’ll, ah….be down in a sec….okay…um, Pop?”
Tess shook her head and headed downstairs, desperately wishing she had paid more attention to Alex over the past year. She had no idea what a family breakfast consisted of. Nacedo certainly wasn’t big on them, and the Sheriff and Kyle? Their idea of breakfast was Lucky Charms and ESPN’s Sports Center playing in the living room.
“Please, Buddha…let me get through this.” She prayed as she walked into the kitchen to the two smiling parents.
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Michael was definitely not having a good morning. He wasn’t fully awake yet, but could already tell that his neck was going to be sore. Most likely from falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV. On top of that, the odor of the CrashDown’s kitchen seemed to be invading his sense of smell.
*Damn.* He thought. *I better do laundry soon. Those shirts are starting to really reek.*
He slowly stretched his arms over his head until they hit the wall. Hold on…. What wall? Michael didn’t have a wall near his couch.
His eyes popped open and he looked up to the ceiling. Why were there little glow in the dark stars on his ceiling? His eyes drifted down to the far wall and he was rewarded with looking at a poster of Albert Einstein. Huh?
Michael sat upright in the bed and noticed two things straight away. The first was that he was no longer on the couch in his living room; and the second that he was, for reasons he couldn’t explain, waking up in Liz Parker’s bed.
“Oh God.” He whispered, and looked around the room again. How did he get here? And more importantly, how was he going to explain this to Maria. He had no idea what was going on.
He pushed the covers off and jumped up out of the bed. As he started to the door, something caught his attention. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. He looked down to notice that he was wearing a long nightshirt with a large green alien head on it.
He looked down a bit farther and noticed something else. His toenails were painted a soft pink color. He shook his head to clear his mind and refocused on his feet.
*I’ve got to still be asleep and having some weird ass dream.* He thought, running a hand through his hair, pushing it off of his face.
He stopped in mid stroke. Where his hair should have ended.
“What the hell is going on here?” Michael asked out loud now.
He walked into the connecting bathroom and gazed into the mirror.
“Shit.” The expletive came out of Michael’s mouth before he could stop it.
Liz Parker’s face was staring back at him, but now complete with a look that was pure Michael.
Although the situation was sick, crazy, and quite demented, Michael was surprisingly more mad than shocked.
*I’m gonna kill Maxwell.* Michael stormed back into the bedroom. He was immediately convinced that the device from the previous evening was the cause of his present state.
Grabbing what he assumed was a bathrobe, he headed back into the bathroom already for a shower. He wanted to be clean when he beat up Max. And Brody.
*What kind of nut buys alien merchandise on Ebay anyway?*
He stopped when he looked at his (Liz’s) reflection in the mirror.
*Maybe I’ll just skip the shower after all.* He walked back into the bedroom and spotted a pair of jeans tossed over the back of the desk chair.
Quickly pulling them on, and tucking in the long nightshirt, he then looked around for a pair of shoes. All he saw was a small pair of high heeled sandals.
“This just gets better and better.” He seethed.
Pulling on the shoes he headed out the door ready to go wait for Max and the others to show at the Museum. He only tripped twice on his way down the stairs.
*On top of everything, it figures that I’d turn into Liz.* Michael figured with a frown, as he barely caught his balance once more. *Max’ll probably make moon eyes at me all day.*
OK so if anyone is confused, here's a rundown:
Max=Maria's body
Liz=Michael's body
Michael=Liz's body
Maria=Max's body
Alex=Tess' body
Isabel=Kyle's body
Kyle=Isabel's body
Tess=Alex's body
"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?" - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb." - Dark Helmet, Spaceballs
"Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb." - Dark Helmet, Spaceballs
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 4 - 08/04/08
by Kyles_Babes » Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:38 pm
Thanks so much for your feedback and comments; begonia9508, Buddha boy, cassie, 83 AlienAngel,twilight, and DeDe PR (welcome back to Roswell). I think this part is a bit confusing as everyone is meeting up and trying to figure out who everyone is....but I promise after this part the story gets much easier to follow along! Just remember the switches are Max/Maria, Michael/Liz, Alex/Tess, Kyle/Isabel (male for female, human for alien)
PART 5
“Watch that car!” Kyle shouted from the passenger seat.
Maria turned and glared at Kyle; who was, of course, still in Isabel’s body.
“Would you shut up?!” Maria yelled as she threw Max’s jeep into reverse and backed up.
Kyle winced as Maria yelled at him and Max’s voice bellowed out.
“Maria, you almost hit that car. What’s wrong with you? It’s not like you never parallel parked before.” Kyle insisted as Maria stopped the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
She turned to face him. “Look WOMAN! I drive a Jetta! In case you hadn’t noticed this is a jeep. Max’s jeep. And while you have been enjoying the scenery on the way over here I have been trying to concentrate on driving while praying that I don’t fall out of the freaking car! Oh and the jeep is just a little bigger than my car, so excuse me if I am not going to be passing your driving test!”
Maria paused to catch her breath as Kyle stared at her speechless.
“You are so overdramatic!” Kyle finally exclaimed and got out of the jeep.
Maria also got out and joined him on the side walk.
“I think that you’re enjoying this a little too much.” She told him referring to his loose term of the word ‘So.’
He stuck his tongue out at her, just adding more confirmation to her last statement. She shook her head and they both approached the doors to the UFO Centre.
“Do you think anyone is here?” Kyle asked her. Maria tried the door and it opened.
“Well, someone’s here.” She said and they made their way inside. They walked down the stairs to find ‘Maria’ and ‘Michael’ sitting on the couch in silence.
Maria slowed her pace as caught sight of ‘herself’ sitting on the couch. It was too weird.
Kyle began to laugh. “This is freaky. I mean, I know I came here with Maria, but there you are…” Kyle trailed off with awe in his voice.
Maria ignored him and continued to make her way over to the couch. She watched as ‘herself’ got up and moved towards them.
“I don’t believe this.” Maria said looking at herself.
“Maria?” She watched her own lips form the words right in front of her.
“Yeah…Is that you Max?” Maria asked curious.
“Yeah.”
“This is SO freaky!” Kyle exclaimed.
Maria tore her gaze away from herself and looked towards ‘Michael.’
“And you are…” She trailed off as Michael stood up with a goofy grin on his face.
“Only your best friend.” ‘Michael’ told her.
“LIZ?!” Maria exclaimed and Liz nodded.
“This just gets better and better!” Kyle said laughing and rubbing his hands together.
“Let me guess…Kyle?” Max asked.
“Hey! How did you know?” Kyle demanded hoping he would get to have them guess who he was.
“Only you would be enjoying this.” Liz said laughing and when everyone stared at her, she stopped immediately.
“What?” Liz asked concerned.
“It’s just weird hearing actual laughter coming from Michael.” Maria said and then they all laughed at the truth of the matter.
Then they heard the door open upstairs.
“Alex! You look fine. There’s not much you can do when you have to put clothes on over your pajamas.” They all heard Kyle’s voice say from the top of the stairs.
A moment later ‘Kyle’ and ‘Tess’ appeared at the top of the stairs.
They both stopped as they saw their four friends standing at the bottom looking up at them.
Isabel opened her moth in shock as she saw herself at the bottom of the stairs.
Kyle also looked up at himself in shock.
“Whoa!” He said as he watched ‘himself’ run down the stairs towards him.
“I don’t BELIEVE this! You wore my pajamas outside! Did anyone see you?” Isabel screamed at herself in shock.
“Umm…Well…” Kyle trailed off not knowing what to say.
“And look at my hair! Did you even brush it?” Isabel yelled reaching out to lightly touch ‘her’ hair.
“Okay! Calm down Isabel.” Max said walking over to her.
She spun on her heel to see Maria approaching her. “So, I’m guessing you’re Max.” He nodded his head.
She spun around and looked at herself questioningly.
“Kyle.” He offered nervously under the glare of his ‘own’ gaze.
“Figures!” Isabel muttered and turned around.
‘Max’ raised his hand slightly. “Maria.”
Isabel shook her head in disbelief as ‘Michael’ raised his hand as well and she heard him say that he was Liz.
“This is unbelievable.” Isabel muttered.
“Alex here.” Alex told them and the watched as ‘Tess’ waved at them.
“What are we going to do?” Maria moaned.
But before anyone could answer, they heard the door upstairs fling open and slam shut.
“Michael.” Max and the rest of them nodded.
“MAXWELL! You better fix this or I SWEAR…” They all could not help the weird feeling they got as they heard Liz’s voice yelling at Max.
A second later ‘Liz’ appeared at the top of the stairs. No one could deny the pissed off look on her face.
“Do you believe this crap?!” Michael shouted to all of them as he began to descend down the stairs.
And that’s when the rest of them began to laugh. They laughed because ‘Liz’ was coming down the stairs side ways.
“OH! You think this is funny?!” Michael spat out as he came down the stairs slowly. “It’s not my fault that Liz doesn’t have any normal shoes.” He got to the bottom of the stairs and crossed this arms over his chest and glared at all of them. Although it was actually Liz’s face, they could all see ‘Michael’s’ death-look in her eyes.
The rest of them tried to hold in their laugh.
“Change me back!” Michael demanded not caring if he sounded like a child.
“Don’t you think that we would have already if we knew how, Einstein?” Maria told him.
But, to Michael, it was actually Max who spoke the words.
“EINSTEIN?! How convenient Maxwell! Because I just woke up with a picture of that ugly guy staring at me! Now, you’re the one who found the stupid box and called the stupid meeting! So, YOU get me out of this stupid body!” Michael yelled while advancing towards who he thought was Max.
And as an after thought he called over his shoulder. “No offense Liz!”
“None taken!” He heard her yell back, only it was his own voice.
He spun around unsteadily on his heels and for the first time registered that ‘he’ was also in the room.
“LIZ?!” He exclaimed in shock.
“Don’t seem so surprised Space Boy. You think this only happened to you?” Maria asked him laughing.
Michael spun back around to look at ‘Max.’
“Maria?” He asked and shuddered inside when Max nodded his head.
“You mean…this happened to everyone?” He asked shocked and Maria nodded again.
“There’s Max, and Isabel and that’s Alex…and well, you already figured out that that is Liz” Maria told him pointing to everyone in turn.
“Well, that makes me feel a little bit better.” Michael said and they all looked at him confused, so he continued. “I thought that it only happened to me.”
“Yeah, it happened to everyone.” Isabel grumbled.
“Well, Alex’s body hasn’t shown up yet, but I can guarantee that Tess is inside of it.” Maria told him.
Almost on cue, they heard the door open and a moment later, a smiling Alex stood at the top of the stairs.
“Morning everyone!” Tess called and made her way down to join the rest of them.
“Tess?” Alex asked as he saw himself join them.
“Yep.” She replied and the smile never left her face.
“Why are you so happy?” Maria asked.
“No reason…” She trailed off with a smile.
“Tess…” Isabel pressed.
“What? It’s nothing. I just had a nice healthy family breakfast with the Whitman’s.” She told them.
“So what’s the big deal?” Max asked.
“HA! You try actually having a breakfast living with Kyle and his dad.” Tess said rolling her eyes.
“McDonald’s counts as a healthy breakfast. Maria and I stopped there this morning.” Kyle insisted and wished he hadn’t when Isabel spun around to face him again.
“You ate McDonald’s!” Isabel sighed. “Okay, that’s it. I want back in my own damn body!”
“Me too!” Maria grumbled staring down at Max’s body.
“Oh who’s who?” Tess, as Alex, asked giggling because she had missed the introductions.
So everyone grumbled who they were, except for Kyle who wanted to make her guess, not realizing that he was the last to introduce himself, so guessing proved not to be a problem for Tess.
“Okay, so I think that most of us agree that this ‘switch’ or whatever it is has to do with that box from last night.” Michael said.
“Nice work, Einst-…Michael.” Maria said correcting herself.
Michael glared at her and then grabbed the box that was sitting on the table.
“So, I think that we should just do what we did last night and hope that it reverse’s it.” Michael told them.
“Umm…guys, this morning I tried to use my powers but they didn’t work.” Isabel informed them.
“You’re lying.” Michael said and waved his hand and nothing happened.
“Satisfied?” Isabel asked as Tess and Max did the same and the results were the same.
“This is great!” Maria yelled pissed.
Michael turned to face her and almost fell on his face. He ripped the shoes off his feet and threw them across the room. “So, we’re going to be like this forever.”
“Oh NO!” Maria yelled. “Look at me! I’m all bloated!” She yelled gesturing toward her chiseled chest.
And they all watched in amazement as she threw her arm out randomly and the glass on one of the display cases shattered.
“I didn’t do it!” Maria exclaimed with her eyes wide.
“Yes…you did.” Max said softly.
“No…I didn’t.” She insisted staring at the broken glass in shock.
They all looked at the glass and gasped when the glass rose off the floor and went back into the display case, as if nothing had happened.
They all turned to see Michael holding his hand up.
“I did that.” Liz said quietly.
“So, this is great…all you humans have our powers.” Michael muttered.
“Oh shut up!” Maria said and slapped him.
“Ow…” Michael trailed off rubbing Liz’s arm.
“Okay, so Maria, Alex, Kyle and I will use your guy’s powers to try and reverse what happened last night.” Liz said placing the box back on the table.
“Might as well give it a shot.” Alex said and made his way over to stand next to the rest of them.
“Okay, so just stare at the box and concentrate on sending a little bit of energy into it.” Max instructed off to the side.
The humans, who were in their alien friend’s bodies, all stuck out their right hand and concentrated on the box.
A moment later, a blue light emerged from each of their hands, but passed right through the box, leaving it untouched.
“It’s not working.” Maria complained turning back to the rest of them.
“Maybe, it has to re-charge or something.” Kyle said and they all stared at him. “What?”
“Well…” Liz said. “That could make sense. It would have taken a lot of energy to switch all of us, so what if we drained all of its power last night and it just needs time to re-charge?”
“Well, that would be great.” Tess said. “But how long is it going to take?”
“I don’t know.” Liz said falling onto the couch.
“So now what are we going to do?” Isabel moaned thinking of the awful things that her body was going to go through with Kyle inside of it.
Next part will be up soon! Feedback is love!
PART 5
“Watch that car!” Kyle shouted from the passenger seat.
Maria turned and glared at Kyle; who was, of course, still in Isabel’s body.
“Would you shut up?!” Maria yelled as she threw Max’s jeep into reverse and backed up.
Kyle winced as Maria yelled at him and Max’s voice bellowed out.
“Maria, you almost hit that car. What’s wrong with you? It’s not like you never parallel parked before.” Kyle insisted as Maria stopped the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
She turned to face him. “Look WOMAN! I drive a Jetta! In case you hadn’t noticed this is a jeep. Max’s jeep. And while you have been enjoying the scenery on the way over here I have been trying to concentrate on driving while praying that I don’t fall out of the freaking car! Oh and the jeep is just a little bigger than my car, so excuse me if I am not going to be passing your driving test!”
Maria paused to catch her breath as Kyle stared at her speechless.
“You are so overdramatic!” Kyle finally exclaimed and got out of the jeep.
Maria also got out and joined him on the side walk.
“I think that you’re enjoying this a little too much.” She told him referring to his loose term of the word ‘So.’
He stuck his tongue out at her, just adding more confirmation to her last statement. She shook her head and they both approached the doors to the UFO Centre.
“Do you think anyone is here?” Kyle asked her. Maria tried the door and it opened.
“Well, someone’s here.” She said and they made their way inside. They walked down the stairs to find ‘Maria’ and ‘Michael’ sitting on the couch in silence.
Maria slowed her pace as caught sight of ‘herself’ sitting on the couch. It was too weird.
Kyle began to laugh. “This is freaky. I mean, I know I came here with Maria, but there you are…” Kyle trailed off with awe in his voice.
Maria ignored him and continued to make her way over to the couch. She watched as ‘herself’ got up and moved towards them.
“I don’t believe this.” Maria said looking at herself.
“Maria?” She watched her own lips form the words right in front of her.
“Yeah…Is that you Max?” Maria asked curious.
“Yeah.”
“This is SO freaky!” Kyle exclaimed.
Maria tore her gaze away from herself and looked towards ‘Michael.’
“And you are…” She trailed off as Michael stood up with a goofy grin on his face.
“Only your best friend.” ‘Michael’ told her.
“LIZ?!” Maria exclaimed and Liz nodded.
“This just gets better and better!” Kyle said laughing and rubbing his hands together.
“Let me guess…Kyle?” Max asked.
“Hey! How did you know?” Kyle demanded hoping he would get to have them guess who he was.
“Only you would be enjoying this.” Liz said laughing and when everyone stared at her, she stopped immediately.
“What?” Liz asked concerned.
“It’s just weird hearing actual laughter coming from Michael.” Maria said and then they all laughed at the truth of the matter.
Then they heard the door open upstairs.
“Alex! You look fine. There’s not much you can do when you have to put clothes on over your pajamas.” They all heard Kyle’s voice say from the top of the stairs.
A moment later ‘Kyle’ and ‘Tess’ appeared at the top of the stairs.
They both stopped as they saw their four friends standing at the bottom looking up at them.
Isabel opened her moth in shock as she saw herself at the bottom of the stairs.
Kyle also looked up at himself in shock.
“Whoa!” He said as he watched ‘himself’ run down the stairs towards him.
“I don’t BELIEVE this! You wore my pajamas outside! Did anyone see you?” Isabel screamed at herself in shock.
“Umm…Well…” Kyle trailed off not knowing what to say.
“And look at my hair! Did you even brush it?” Isabel yelled reaching out to lightly touch ‘her’ hair.
“Okay! Calm down Isabel.” Max said walking over to her.
She spun on her heel to see Maria approaching her. “So, I’m guessing you’re Max.” He nodded his head.
She spun around and looked at herself questioningly.
“Kyle.” He offered nervously under the glare of his ‘own’ gaze.
“Figures!” Isabel muttered and turned around.
‘Max’ raised his hand slightly. “Maria.”
Isabel shook her head in disbelief as ‘Michael’ raised his hand as well and she heard him say that he was Liz.
“This is unbelievable.” Isabel muttered.
“Alex here.” Alex told them and the watched as ‘Tess’ waved at them.
“What are we going to do?” Maria moaned.
But before anyone could answer, they heard the door upstairs fling open and slam shut.
“Michael.” Max and the rest of them nodded.
“MAXWELL! You better fix this or I SWEAR…” They all could not help the weird feeling they got as they heard Liz’s voice yelling at Max.
A second later ‘Liz’ appeared at the top of the stairs. No one could deny the pissed off look on her face.
“Do you believe this crap?!” Michael shouted to all of them as he began to descend down the stairs.
And that’s when the rest of them began to laugh. They laughed because ‘Liz’ was coming down the stairs side ways.
“OH! You think this is funny?!” Michael spat out as he came down the stairs slowly. “It’s not my fault that Liz doesn’t have any normal shoes.” He got to the bottom of the stairs and crossed this arms over his chest and glared at all of them. Although it was actually Liz’s face, they could all see ‘Michael’s’ death-look in her eyes.
The rest of them tried to hold in their laugh.
“Change me back!” Michael demanded not caring if he sounded like a child.
“Don’t you think that we would have already if we knew how, Einstein?” Maria told him.
But, to Michael, it was actually Max who spoke the words.
“EINSTEIN?! How convenient Maxwell! Because I just woke up with a picture of that ugly guy staring at me! Now, you’re the one who found the stupid box and called the stupid meeting! So, YOU get me out of this stupid body!” Michael yelled while advancing towards who he thought was Max.
And as an after thought he called over his shoulder. “No offense Liz!”
“None taken!” He heard her yell back, only it was his own voice.
He spun around unsteadily on his heels and for the first time registered that ‘he’ was also in the room.
“LIZ?!” He exclaimed in shock.
“Don’t seem so surprised Space Boy. You think this only happened to you?” Maria asked him laughing.
Michael spun back around to look at ‘Max.’
“Maria?” He asked and shuddered inside when Max nodded his head.
“You mean…this happened to everyone?” He asked shocked and Maria nodded again.
“There’s Max, and Isabel and that’s Alex…and well, you already figured out that that is Liz” Maria told him pointing to everyone in turn.
“Well, that makes me feel a little bit better.” Michael said and they all looked at him confused, so he continued. “I thought that it only happened to me.”
“Yeah, it happened to everyone.” Isabel grumbled.
“Well, Alex’s body hasn’t shown up yet, but I can guarantee that Tess is inside of it.” Maria told him.
Almost on cue, they heard the door open and a moment later, a smiling Alex stood at the top of the stairs.
“Morning everyone!” Tess called and made her way down to join the rest of them.
“Tess?” Alex asked as he saw himself join them.
“Yep.” She replied and the smile never left her face.
“Why are you so happy?” Maria asked.
“No reason…” She trailed off with a smile.
“Tess…” Isabel pressed.
“What? It’s nothing. I just had a nice healthy family breakfast with the Whitman’s.” She told them.
“So what’s the big deal?” Max asked.
“HA! You try actually having a breakfast living with Kyle and his dad.” Tess said rolling her eyes.
“McDonald’s counts as a healthy breakfast. Maria and I stopped there this morning.” Kyle insisted and wished he hadn’t when Isabel spun around to face him again.
“You ate McDonald’s!” Isabel sighed. “Okay, that’s it. I want back in my own damn body!”
“Me too!” Maria grumbled staring down at Max’s body.
“Oh who’s who?” Tess, as Alex, asked giggling because she had missed the introductions.
So everyone grumbled who they were, except for Kyle who wanted to make her guess, not realizing that he was the last to introduce himself, so guessing proved not to be a problem for Tess.
“Okay, so I think that most of us agree that this ‘switch’ or whatever it is has to do with that box from last night.” Michael said.
“Nice work, Einst-…Michael.” Maria said correcting herself.
Michael glared at her and then grabbed the box that was sitting on the table.
“So, I think that we should just do what we did last night and hope that it reverse’s it.” Michael told them.
“Umm…guys, this morning I tried to use my powers but they didn’t work.” Isabel informed them.
“You’re lying.” Michael said and waved his hand and nothing happened.
“Satisfied?” Isabel asked as Tess and Max did the same and the results were the same.
“This is great!” Maria yelled pissed.
Michael turned to face her and almost fell on his face. He ripped the shoes off his feet and threw them across the room. “So, we’re going to be like this forever.”
“Oh NO!” Maria yelled. “Look at me! I’m all bloated!” She yelled gesturing toward her chiseled chest.
And they all watched in amazement as she threw her arm out randomly and the glass on one of the display cases shattered.
“I didn’t do it!” Maria exclaimed with her eyes wide.
“Yes…you did.” Max said softly.
“No…I didn’t.” She insisted staring at the broken glass in shock.
They all looked at the glass and gasped when the glass rose off the floor and went back into the display case, as if nothing had happened.
They all turned to see Michael holding his hand up.
“I did that.” Liz said quietly.
“So, this is great…all you humans have our powers.” Michael muttered.
“Oh shut up!” Maria said and slapped him.
“Ow…” Michael trailed off rubbing Liz’s arm.
“Okay, so Maria, Alex, Kyle and I will use your guy’s powers to try and reverse what happened last night.” Liz said placing the box back on the table.
“Might as well give it a shot.” Alex said and made his way over to stand next to the rest of them.
“Okay, so just stare at the box and concentrate on sending a little bit of energy into it.” Max instructed off to the side.
The humans, who were in their alien friend’s bodies, all stuck out their right hand and concentrated on the box.
A moment later, a blue light emerged from each of their hands, but passed right through the box, leaving it untouched.
“It’s not working.” Maria complained turning back to the rest of them.
“Maybe, it has to re-charge or something.” Kyle said and they all stared at him. “What?”
“Well…” Liz said. “That could make sense. It would have taken a lot of energy to switch all of us, so what if we drained all of its power last night and it just needs time to re-charge?”
“Well, that would be great.” Tess said. “But how long is it going to take?”
“I don’t know.” Liz said falling onto the couch.
“So now what are we going to do?” Isabel moaned thinking of the awful things that her body was going to go through with Kyle inside of it.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 5 - 08/07/08
by Kyles_Babes » Mon Aug 11, 2008 9:48 pm
Thanks again for your awesome feedback, it means the world to me. Some of you have asked how/if the switches will involve dealing with "female issues" and other stuff (bathroom).....and I'm sorry to say that since I didn't feel as though I could tackle that in a way that would be funny, I chose to take the route of it "could" be there, but we just don't see it. 
Sorry!
PART 6
Stomping over to Kyle and reaching into her purse Isabel pulled out her cell phone. She hit the speed dial and held it up to Kyle’s ear.
“Tell them you’re me and cancel your appointments for today. I obviously can’t go like that.” She motioned to him, standing there in her pajamas, and she began to tap her foot impatiently.
“Isabel, what are you….” Kyle stopped when a voice interrupted him.
“Desert Rose Salon and Spa, how may I help you?” A voice answered on the other end.
“Um, hi there. This is I-Isabel Evans. And I, uh, need to cancel my appointments for today?” Kyle stammered into the phone, receiving a glare from Isabel, which was very unsettling, considering it was coming out of his own body.
The voice on the phone interrupted his thoughts.
“Okay, Miss Evans, we’ll cancel you for the manicure, pedicure and leg wax. Would you like to reschedule now?”
“Um, no, thank you. Bye.” Kyle pulled the phone out of Isabel’s hand and shut it off. “Can we not do that again, Isabel? A little notice next time would be helpful.”
“I think Kyle is right. We need to be careful about this. We can’t do anything that might alert people that something is wrong.” Liz stood up and started to pace. “I think that until we can reverse this, we need to keep our heads and try to act as normal as possible.” She turned her head when she heard 'Max' snickering in the corner.
“What?”
“It’s just kinda funny, Liz.” Max’s voice rang out Maria’s thoughts. “Even though I know it’s you in there, it’s kinda funny to see Spaceboy pacing back and forth giving us a lecture on rational behavior.” Maria started laughing again when Michael shot her a very un-Liz like look.
Alex stood up and scratched at Tess’ blonde ponytail in a thoughtful manner. “Okay, so if we have to just sit around and wait for this thing to recharge, what are we gonna do till then? I mean, we have school, we have lives, and we have parents! I think they are going to notice something is wrong.”
He shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to another. “Plus, I’m not too keen on the idea of taking a shower in Tess’ body.”
The last sentence put a look of horror on all the guy’s faces, but managed to garner a grin and a raised eyebrow on 'Isabel'.
'Maria' stood up and Max once again took charge of the meeting. “Okay, it’s obvious we can’t do any more here. I think the only logical thing to do now is damage control.”
“What do you mean by that?” Max heard a voice but was too confused to know whose it was, or even whose body it came from.
“I mean, what we need to do is split up and learn each other’s routines. I think we’re at least lucky in that we seemed to have split into pairs. So, I say for the rest of today, we split into those pairs and memorize each other’s routines. We have to know enough about each other so that until we switch back, no one is the wiser. Does everyone agree?” He turned around to the sounds of agreement and nodding.
“Okay then, let’s get into our teams and plan our strategy.” Maria spoke and then went to stand next to herself, also known as Max.
Kyle and Isabel moved together, as did Michael and Liz, and on the sofa were Alex and Tess.
Alex was the first to speak. “Well, I guess there’s nothing left but to get to it.” Tess gave a dramatic wave towards the exit. “Ladies and gentlemen…or gentlemen and ladies, as the case may now be. Shall we proceed with saving the secret as well as our dignity?”
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***2 hours later***
Kyle was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, trying desperately to think of a way out of his present situation. Being trapped in a girl’s body, even one as pretty as Isabel, was bad enough, but this was starting to wear on his nerves.
“Isabel, how much longer do we have to go over this?”
“Until you get it right, Kyle. I may not have control over my body right now…but I’ll be damned if I let you ruin my reputation on top of it all.” She went back to work. “Okay, now the most important thing you have to remember is to use an upward……”
As Isabel leaned down to eye level with him to continue her task, the unlocked door swung open.
Jim Valenti stopped dead in his tracks. There, in his bathroom, was his son leaning over, with a small brush in his hand…..applying eye-makeup to one Isabel Evans.
He blinked and looked again. The scene was the same. Both Kyle and Isabel had turned to look at him when he entered the bathroom. They exchanged nervous looks and Isabel quickly put the compact and brush back on the counter.
“Dad." You’re, uh, home early.” Isabel spoke the words carefully, hoping that the Sheriff wouldn’t get suspicious. They had discussed letting him in on their present situation, but the embarrassment factor proved too high for the majority to vote to let anyone else in on the secret. Although Max and Liz had insisted that Valenti could maybe help, Kyle, Isabel, and Tess were adamant about keeping it a secret for the time being. ‘The less people that knew the better’, was Isabel’s argument. Kyle just kept looking aghast anytime he even thought of his father knowing he was trapped in a girl’s body.
“Actually, I just came home to…Son, what are you doing?” Jim pointed to the compact and brush on the counter.
'Kyle' just stood there and blushed.
'Isabel' jumped up from her perch on the tub and answered him. “Well, da….uh, Sheriff, the thing is. The thing is….that, well. The thing is…”
“The thing is that I needed a humanities credit for this semester, so I have to help out with the next drama production, and well, make-up was the only position they had left. Isabel was nice enough to help me learn the finer art of make-up application. Yeah, that’s it.” Kyle’s head nodded as Isabel finished.
“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll just leave you two to….well; I’ll just leave you two alone, then. Uh, have fun kids.” He walked out of the bathroom, but before shutting the door behind him, popped his head back in. “Kyle?”
“Yeah, dad?”
“Next time, son, sign up earlier. I’m always here to help you with the ‘finer art’ of woodworking, or set design, or Any. Other. Position.”
“I will dad.” Isabel answered him and turned back to the counter.
The Sheriff left and headed towards the kitchen.
As he walked down the hall intent on finding some aspirin for his newly formed headache, he heard music coming from Kyle’s old bedroom, which had been used by Tess since she moved in with them after Nacedo’s death. The door was slightly ajar and Jim peered inside.
For the second time in less than five minutes, Jim was startled by the sight he saw. Tess was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her nails while totally engrossed in “Rolling Stone”, while Alex was bustling around in the closet pulling out Tess’ clothes and organizing them into small piles.
“Okay, I think all of these will work best. Now, I’ve organized them into groups according to color. Everything can be worn with either flat shoes or sneakers. Although if you wear the navy top and jeans, DO NOT wear the black sandals. Be sure to go with the tan mules….are you even paying attention?” At Tess’ nod, he continued. “Good. Now, if it’s raining, I would suggest…..” Alex droned on and Jim once again backed away from the scene, more than a bit concerned.
Deciding he needed something stronger than aspirin, he walked back down the hall, grabbed his jacket and headed out. If he was lucky, he could catch the Happy Hour down at the Roadhouse Lounge. He wasn’t a drinking man, but even he had his limits.
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Jim walked out to his truck and got in, still not quite believing what he had just seen. Putting his hat on the seat next to him, he noticed his tool box. Amy had asked him if he could stop by and fix her front door lock if he was free. Deciding to put his drink on hold and maybe get his mind off things, he started the truck.
Pulling up into the Deluca driveway, the first thing Jim noticed was that Amy’s car wasn’t there. He glanced down at his watch and noticed he had about 15 minutes till she would be home from work. The Jetta was out by the curb, along with the Evans’ jeep, so he decided to go ahead and wait inside with Maria and Max. Maybe they had some information about why his son was getting make-up tips and Alex was now using Tess as a dress-up Barbie doll.
He walked up to the door and rang the bell. Less than a minute later, he was greeted by a surprised Maria.
“Uh, Sheriff. What are you doing here?” Maria asked.
“I came by to fix the lock, your mom told me if I was free to drop by about 6. Didn’t she mention it?”
“Um, no, or I, uh, guess it must have just slipped my mind. I’m sure she must have said something about it being broken.” Maria answered still standing in the doorway.
“So, do you mind if I come inside, or should I stand here and wait?”
Maria looked taken aback for a moment then quickly recovered. “Sure, Sheriff. I think Mar…Max is in the living room watching television. I was just finishing up a biology project.”
“Biology project? Kyle didn’t mention anything to me about biology. You both are still in the same Science class, right?” Jim looked down at Maria’s small frame and noticed that her eyes were conveniently missing his.
“Oh, well, this is extra credit I asked to do. You know, just making a model of the Citric Acid Cycle…really boring stuff.” Moving aside to let him pass, Maria took off back towards her bedroom.
*Strange.* Thought Jim. *If Maria had such an interest in Science, then why was she in the same remedial class as Kyle?*
Pushing his thoughts aside, he headed to the living room where he heard Max’s voice arguing with a re-run he was watching on the television.
“Oh My God, Joey! What the hell are you doing? You need to beg Pace to take you back, girl. And Dawson, Gah....you're such a tool."
Jim walked up behind the sofa and looked at the television program that seemed to have Max all agitated. He was greeted with the sight of a couple sitting at a pier. The show then cut to a commercial.
“Max?” The sheriff asked, and was rewarded with a squeal by the boy on the sofa as he jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Sheriff, I didn’t hear you come in.” Max moved to turn off the television, then stood there looking down at his hands, playing with a hangnail.
“Did Maria let you in? Cause Mom isn’t home yet.”
“Mom?”
Max’s brown eyes jerked up to meet the sheriff’s hazel ones.
“Uh, yeah, Amy….Mom….it’s all the same person, right?” Max looked back down, this time picking at imaginary lint on his shirt.
For the third time that night, Jim was in a state of confusion. What was going on with everyone? Why was Max sitting on the sofa, watching a teen show and waving his arms while yelling at the tv.
“OK, well, I’m gonna go get my toolbox, so if ‘Mom’, or ‘Amy’ or whatever you’re calling her comes home can you tell her I’m in the garage looking for the WD-40?”
“What do you need with her tax forms?” The sheriff turned around to see Max, a perplexed look on his face.
Jim just raised his brows, shook his head and turned to head back out to his truck.
“Can I get you a beer out of the fridge? You look like you could use a drink.”
Jim just shook his head as he continued out the door, more confused than ever.
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Across town a small battle was waging. A petite brunette was sitting on a worn sofa angrily trying to wrestle the remote away from a very tall, very frustrated guy.
“Liz, I want to watch the hockey game. The Maple Leafs are playing the Flyers tonight. Come on, we’ve been over the damn Citrus Fruit Cycle ten times. I got it.” The brunette gave up the fight for the remote, lacking the strength to get a hold of it. Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat back into the sofa and sulked.
“Oh, that’s real mature, Michael.” Liz said looming above. “And it’s the CITRIC ACID Cycle, and I’ll be darned if I get anything less than an A on this. I’ve worked too hard. This is the last big project of the semester and….hello!!! Pay attention to me. Now let’s go over it once more.”
“Liz, if you don’t get off my case about this, I swear to God, tomorrow I will go out, get a tattoo, get something pierced, and perm your hair.” Michael yelled and stood up, hands out for the remote.
Sighing and knowing she would get no more out of him tonight, Liz gave up the fight and handed it over.
“Fine, I’ll make note cards, but you better follow them. I’m not going to fail just because we got stuck in each other’s bodies.” She went and sat down at the counter in the kitchen and began to organize the cards according to color.
Michael sat back down and returned to watching the game. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Can you grab me a Snapple while you’re in there?”
The next thing he saw was himself, repeatedly banging his head down on the counter.
Sorry!PART 6
Stomping over to Kyle and reaching into her purse Isabel pulled out her cell phone. She hit the speed dial and held it up to Kyle’s ear.
“Tell them you’re me and cancel your appointments for today. I obviously can’t go like that.” She motioned to him, standing there in her pajamas, and she began to tap her foot impatiently.
“Isabel, what are you….” Kyle stopped when a voice interrupted him.
“Desert Rose Salon and Spa, how may I help you?” A voice answered on the other end.
“Um, hi there. This is I-Isabel Evans. And I, uh, need to cancel my appointments for today?” Kyle stammered into the phone, receiving a glare from Isabel, which was very unsettling, considering it was coming out of his own body.
The voice on the phone interrupted his thoughts.
“Okay, Miss Evans, we’ll cancel you for the manicure, pedicure and leg wax. Would you like to reschedule now?”
“Um, no, thank you. Bye.” Kyle pulled the phone out of Isabel’s hand and shut it off. “Can we not do that again, Isabel? A little notice next time would be helpful.”
“I think Kyle is right. We need to be careful about this. We can’t do anything that might alert people that something is wrong.” Liz stood up and started to pace. “I think that until we can reverse this, we need to keep our heads and try to act as normal as possible.” She turned her head when she heard 'Max' snickering in the corner.
“What?”
“It’s just kinda funny, Liz.” Max’s voice rang out Maria’s thoughts. “Even though I know it’s you in there, it’s kinda funny to see Spaceboy pacing back and forth giving us a lecture on rational behavior.” Maria started laughing again when Michael shot her a very un-Liz like look.
Alex stood up and scratched at Tess’ blonde ponytail in a thoughtful manner. “Okay, so if we have to just sit around and wait for this thing to recharge, what are we gonna do till then? I mean, we have school, we have lives, and we have parents! I think they are going to notice something is wrong.”
He shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to another. “Plus, I’m not too keen on the idea of taking a shower in Tess’ body.”
The last sentence put a look of horror on all the guy’s faces, but managed to garner a grin and a raised eyebrow on 'Isabel'.
'Maria' stood up and Max once again took charge of the meeting. “Okay, it’s obvious we can’t do any more here. I think the only logical thing to do now is damage control.”
“What do you mean by that?” Max heard a voice but was too confused to know whose it was, or even whose body it came from.
“I mean, what we need to do is split up and learn each other’s routines. I think we’re at least lucky in that we seemed to have split into pairs. So, I say for the rest of today, we split into those pairs and memorize each other’s routines. We have to know enough about each other so that until we switch back, no one is the wiser. Does everyone agree?” He turned around to the sounds of agreement and nodding.
“Okay then, let’s get into our teams and plan our strategy.” Maria spoke and then went to stand next to herself, also known as Max.
Kyle and Isabel moved together, as did Michael and Liz, and on the sofa were Alex and Tess.
Alex was the first to speak. “Well, I guess there’s nothing left but to get to it.” Tess gave a dramatic wave towards the exit. “Ladies and gentlemen…or gentlemen and ladies, as the case may now be. Shall we proceed with saving the secret as well as our dignity?”
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***2 hours later***
Kyle was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, trying desperately to think of a way out of his present situation. Being trapped in a girl’s body, even one as pretty as Isabel, was bad enough, but this was starting to wear on his nerves.
“Isabel, how much longer do we have to go over this?”
“Until you get it right, Kyle. I may not have control over my body right now…but I’ll be damned if I let you ruin my reputation on top of it all.” She went back to work. “Okay, now the most important thing you have to remember is to use an upward……”
As Isabel leaned down to eye level with him to continue her task, the unlocked door swung open.
Jim Valenti stopped dead in his tracks. There, in his bathroom, was his son leaning over, with a small brush in his hand…..applying eye-makeup to one Isabel Evans.
He blinked and looked again. The scene was the same. Both Kyle and Isabel had turned to look at him when he entered the bathroom. They exchanged nervous looks and Isabel quickly put the compact and brush back on the counter.
“Dad." You’re, uh, home early.” Isabel spoke the words carefully, hoping that the Sheriff wouldn’t get suspicious. They had discussed letting him in on their present situation, but the embarrassment factor proved too high for the majority to vote to let anyone else in on the secret. Although Max and Liz had insisted that Valenti could maybe help, Kyle, Isabel, and Tess were adamant about keeping it a secret for the time being. ‘The less people that knew the better’, was Isabel’s argument. Kyle just kept looking aghast anytime he even thought of his father knowing he was trapped in a girl’s body.
“Actually, I just came home to…Son, what are you doing?” Jim pointed to the compact and brush on the counter.
'Kyle' just stood there and blushed.
'Isabel' jumped up from her perch on the tub and answered him. “Well, da….uh, Sheriff, the thing is. The thing is….that, well. The thing is…”
“The thing is that I needed a humanities credit for this semester, so I have to help out with the next drama production, and well, make-up was the only position they had left. Isabel was nice enough to help me learn the finer art of make-up application. Yeah, that’s it.” Kyle’s head nodded as Isabel finished.
“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll just leave you two to….well; I’ll just leave you two alone, then. Uh, have fun kids.” He walked out of the bathroom, but before shutting the door behind him, popped his head back in. “Kyle?”
“Yeah, dad?”
“Next time, son, sign up earlier. I’m always here to help you with the ‘finer art’ of woodworking, or set design, or Any. Other. Position.”
“I will dad.” Isabel answered him and turned back to the counter.
The Sheriff left and headed towards the kitchen.
As he walked down the hall intent on finding some aspirin for his newly formed headache, he heard music coming from Kyle’s old bedroom, which had been used by Tess since she moved in with them after Nacedo’s death. The door was slightly ajar and Jim peered inside.
For the second time in less than five minutes, Jim was startled by the sight he saw. Tess was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her nails while totally engrossed in “Rolling Stone”, while Alex was bustling around in the closet pulling out Tess’ clothes and organizing them into small piles.
“Okay, I think all of these will work best. Now, I’ve organized them into groups according to color. Everything can be worn with either flat shoes or sneakers. Although if you wear the navy top and jeans, DO NOT wear the black sandals. Be sure to go with the tan mules….are you even paying attention?” At Tess’ nod, he continued. “Good. Now, if it’s raining, I would suggest…..” Alex droned on and Jim once again backed away from the scene, more than a bit concerned.
Deciding he needed something stronger than aspirin, he walked back down the hall, grabbed his jacket and headed out. If he was lucky, he could catch the Happy Hour down at the Roadhouse Lounge. He wasn’t a drinking man, but even he had his limits.
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Jim walked out to his truck and got in, still not quite believing what he had just seen. Putting his hat on the seat next to him, he noticed his tool box. Amy had asked him if he could stop by and fix her front door lock if he was free. Deciding to put his drink on hold and maybe get his mind off things, he started the truck.
Pulling up into the Deluca driveway, the first thing Jim noticed was that Amy’s car wasn’t there. He glanced down at his watch and noticed he had about 15 minutes till she would be home from work. The Jetta was out by the curb, along with the Evans’ jeep, so he decided to go ahead and wait inside with Maria and Max. Maybe they had some information about why his son was getting make-up tips and Alex was now using Tess as a dress-up Barbie doll.
He walked up to the door and rang the bell. Less than a minute later, he was greeted by a surprised Maria.
“Uh, Sheriff. What are you doing here?” Maria asked.
“I came by to fix the lock, your mom told me if I was free to drop by about 6. Didn’t she mention it?”
“Um, no, or I, uh, guess it must have just slipped my mind. I’m sure she must have said something about it being broken.” Maria answered still standing in the doorway.
“So, do you mind if I come inside, or should I stand here and wait?”
Maria looked taken aback for a moment then quickly recovered. “Sure, Sheriff. I think Mar…Max is in the living room watching television. I was just finishing up a biology project.”
“Biology project? Kyle didn’t mention anything to me about biology. You both are still in the same Science class, right?” Jim looked down at Maria’s small frame and noticed that her eyes were conveniently missing his.
“Oh, well, this is extra credit I asked to do. You know, just making a model of the Citric Acid Cycle…really boring stuff.” Moving aside to let him pass, Maria took off back towards her bedroom.
*Strange.* Thought Jim. *If Maria had such an interest in Science, then why was she in the same remedial class as Kyle?*
Pushing his thoughts aside, he headed to the living room where he heard Max’s voice arguing with a re-run he was watching on the television.
“Oh My God, Joey! What the hell are you doing? You need to beg Pace to take you back, girl. And Dawson, Gah....you're such a tool."
Jim walked up behind the sofa and looked at the television program that seemed to have Max all agitated. He was greeted with the sight of a couple sitting at a pier. The show then cut to a commercial.
“Max?” The sheriff asked, and was rewarded with a squeal by the boy on the sofa as he jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Sheriff, I didn’t hear you come in.” Max moved to turn off the television, then stood there looking down at his hands, playing with a hangnail.
“Did Maria let you in? Cause Mom isn’t home yet.”
“Mom?”
Max’s brown eyes jerked up to meet the sheriff’s hazel ones.
“Uh, yeah, Amy….Mom….it’s all the same person, right?” Max looked back down, this time picking at imaginary lint on his shirt.
For the third time that night, Jim was in a state of confusion. What was going on with everyone? Why was Max sitting on the sofa, watching a teen show and waving his arms while yelling at the tv.
“OK, well, I’m gonna go get my toolbox, so if ‘Mom’, or ‘Amy’ or whatever you’re calling her comes home can you tell her I’m in the garage looking for the WD-40?”
“What do you need with her tax forms?” The sheriff turned around to see Max, a perplexed look on his face.
Jim just raised his brows, shook his head and turned to head back out to his truck.
“Can I get you a beer out of the fridge? You look like you could use a drink.”
Jim just shook his head as he continued out the door, more confused than ever.
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Across town a small battle was waging. A petite brunette was sitting on a worn sofa angrily trying to wrestle the remote away from a very tall, very frustrated guy.
“Liz, I want to watch the hockey game. The Maple Leafs are playing the Flyers tonight. Come on, we’ve been over the damn Citrus Fruit Cycle ten times. I got it.” The brunette gave up the fight for the remote, lacking the strength to get a hold of it. Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat back into the sofa and sulked.
“Oh, that’s real mature, Michael.” Liz said looming above. “And it’s the CITRIC ACID Cycle, and I’ll be darned if I get anything less than an A on this. I’ve worked too hard. This is the last big project of the semester and….hello!!! Pay attention to me. Now let’s go over it once more.”
“Liz, if you don’t get off my case about this, I swear to God, tomorrow I will go out, get a tattoo, get something pierced, and perm your hair.” Michael yelled and stood up, hands out for the remote.
Sighing and knowing she would get no more out of him tonight, Liz gave up the fight and handed it over.
“Fine, I’ll make note cards, but you better follow them. I’m not going to fail just because we got stuck in each other’s bodies.” She went and sat down at the counter in the kitchen and began to organize the cards according to color.
Michael sat back down and returned to watching the game. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Can you grab me a Snapple while you’re in there?”
The next thing he saw was himself, repeatedly banging his head down on the counter.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 6 - 08/12/08
by Kyles_Babes » Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:43 pm
Reposting what was lost..... thanks again for all the feedback. The next new part will be up Wed. Then I'll be away until Mon.
PART 7
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Sunday night had been all about planning.
After the pairs of switched teenagers had all carefully gone over each other's routines and prepared for the following school day; they all met up at Michael's apartment. It had been decided that his apartment would be the safest, since he was the only one living there and no one would be able to interrupt them.
It was there that they had all decided they should meet up there again in the morning. That way the humans could use their new alien powers to change the material and design of each other's clothing. It was a simple solution to what could have been an uncomfortable situation.
So Sunday night at Michaels' consisted of the human's practicing their powers while inside their alien friend's bodies.
It was now Monday morning and the eight teenagers were standing at the side of the school. They had just arrived from Michael's apartment where Liz, Maria, Alex and Kyle had waved their hands over several pairs of pajamas to create the clothes they were all now wearing.
"Should we go over it again?" Max asked the rest of them. Even though he was still inside Maria's body, he couldn't hide the fact it was his cautious mind inside.
"We've already gone over it fifty million times!" Kyle groaned referring to the memorization of who had what class and where they all sat while in those classes.
"Kyle's right." Isabel said. "I think we all know where we're going."
"Fine." Max sighed and led the way inside of the school.
They stood together in the doorway as they all waited for the bell to ring.
"Michael." Liz said and watched as her own face glanced at her. She fought the strange feeling it gave her and walked up to him. "Are you sure that you can do this presentation?"
Michael gave her an exasperated look. "All I have to do is read the stupid cards right?"
Liz nodded her head with worry in her eyes.
"I can handle it." He said smugly pulling the cards out of Liz's back-pack that was slung on his shoulder. He waved the color coordinated cards in front of her face. "You had to use pink ones?"
She flashed him a grin and turned back to where Max and Maria were also discussing the presentation that Maria had to perform for Max and the first bell rang.
"All right. We're out of here." Alex announced pushing one of Tess' blonde curls off his face.
"Scholastic endeavors await us." Kyle grinned and motioned for Max to join them.
"You better not screw around Kyle." Isabel scolded him knowing that it was her mark on the line. "God help me." Isabel whispered at the ceiling as Kyle began to laugh and then walked away with Alex.
"I'll meet you there in a minute." Max told them since Maria, Tess and Isabel were all in the same class.
Isabel turned to face Alex's body and told Tess that they should get going since they were headed in the same direction.
"I don't how we are going to pull this off." Tess grumbled. "I don't know anything about sports or auto shop classes."
"Neither does Alex.” Michael sneered.
”Can it, Michael, we’ll see how good your day goes with Home Ec and AP classes.” Isabel glared back at him.
"I don't want to touch any grease or anything." Tess shuddered as they started away.
"You're screwed." Michael said laughing.
"So are you sure that you two can pull this off?" Max asked after the four of them watched Alex and Kyle's retreating figures turn the corner.
"We'll be fine." Maria told him nodding her head.
"Are you sure?" Liz pressed uneasily.
"We'll be fine." Michael told her impatiently.
Liz glanced over to Max, who shrugged. "Okay. Good luck."
"We don't need it." Maria told her and turned to leave with Michael trailing after her.
"So what's this citrus thingy about?" Michael asked his girlfriend, having to look up since in actuality he was walking beside his best friend's body.
"Didn't you listen to Liz when she explained it to you last night?" Maria scolded.
"Nah." Michael shrugged. "I just figured I'd read it all of the cards. Did you listen to Max when he told you about it?"
"Of course I did." Maria said after a slight hesitation and Michael noticed a look of worry on her face.
"So then what's the project on?" Michael pressed.
"Oranges." Maria told him and he looked up at her skeptically.
"Trust me. It's just about oranges, it'll be easy." She said while nodding her head and they turned the corner.
At the other end of the hallway, Max and Liz watched their bodies walk away and round a corner.
"We're dead." Liz told Max who nodded solemnly in agreement.
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"This isn't about oranges." Michael whispered in front of the entire class as he got halfway through his first cue card.
He bit his lip and glanced up at the class who was looking at him slightly funny and Maria who was staring at him with Max's wide eyes.
It was just his luck to not even listen to Liz as she bored him to death last night talking about this presentation. And it was even worse that the teacher had called on him first to present.
"Miss Parker? Is there a problem?" The teacher asked from his desk.
Michael didn't even register that the man was talking to him. He was too busy giving Maria a deathly glare.
"Miss Parker? Are you okay?" The teacher said louder.
Michael shook his head and glanced over at the man.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." He said and brought his attention back to the cards.
What the hell was this stuff? He wondered as he lost his concentration and stumbled over words he had never even heard of.
He read the cards absent-mindedly as he thought about who he was going to kill first. He decided that Maria would be first for telling him that the presentation was on oranges. She should have listened to what Max was telling her the night before. Of course he could have listened to Liz, but she was just so boring. She actually liked school and was really looking forward to this presentation.
She was next on his list. And then it was Max who had found the stupid box and called the stupid meeting and caused the
whole stupid thing to happen. And then when he was done killing them all, he would go to get the stupid box and smash it against the wall and it would shatter into a million pieces. Then he would jump up and down on it until there was nothing left and he was back in his own damn body and not stuck in "Miss. I love school, it's so much fun." He hated this. It was the worst day in his entire life.
"Liz. Could you slow down a little?"
Michael quickly looked up from his last card to see the teacher looking exasperated. He glanced over to see the class smirking and Maria giving him a 'What the hell' kinda look.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion and then realized that while he had been thinking, his anger had built up and he must have begun to talk too fast.
"Sorry." He mumbled and looked back down at his last card and then took a minute to find his spot.
He read the end and let out a sigh of relief wanting to set the damn cue cards on fire.
"So what did you learn from all of this?" The teacher asked leaning back in his chair.
Michael looked to Maria panicked and almost crapped when he saw her trying not to laugh.
Michael looked back to the teacher.
"Well?" He asked Michael impatiently.
Michael racked his head as hard as he could and for the life of him, he could not thing of anything to say.
"I learned that this is not about oranges." He said uneasily as the class began to laugh and the teacher glared at him and began to write something down on the pad of paper in front of him.
Michael took that as his cue and dived for his seat next to Maria.
"Oranges." He spat out in a whisper.
"Sorry." She said shrugging. "I think that you did a good job."
Michael glared at her happy that she was inside of Max's body, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay mad at her. He deserved to be mad. He was Liz 'Freaking' Parker.
He glanced over at the teacher to see the man looking at him not at all happy and he heard the snickers of the class behind him.
"You know; out of everyone, you're at the top of my list." Michael said looking back to Maria, thinking of his list of people to kill.
"I love you too." Maria said grinning happily, totally not understanding what he had meant.
Michael just smiled and wondered how the hell he was going to get his own body back.
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Around the same time as Michael was secretly devising the demise of his friends, Tess and Isabel were realizing their day was going from ,in Maria’s words, ‘worse, to much worse’.
“Isabel, you have to hurry up. The bell rang like five minutes ago.” Tess whispered loudly over her shoulder, grabbing for the backpack that was sliding down Alex’s lanky arms. “We are so late. I can’t believe we got lost.” Tess and Isabel were practically running down the corridor of West Roswell High.
“I can believe it.” Isabel huffed as she tried to keep up. “How the heck are we supposed to know where the auto shop class is?
Pushing through the heavy doors to the school’s garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks as the smells of motor oil and gasoline assailed their senses of smell.
“Eww, what the he…” Isabel never finished her question as she was interrupted by a loud voice booming over the sounds of engines gunning.
“Ah, Mr. Valenti… Mr. Whitman; how nice of you to finally join us.” Mr. Johnson, the shop teacher bellowed over the noise.
“Oh, sorry, sir. We, uh, got delayed in the hallway.” Isabel, or Kyle, as she appeared to the world, stammered for an excuse.
“Well, let’s see if we can’t be on time from now on, shall we?” The large man in the coveralls asked. He clapped his hands together. “Okay, well everyone else has already paired off, so it’ll be you two working on rebuilding the Chevy engine.” Mr. Johnson pointed to a beat up blue Nova with a greasy drop cloth covered in engine parts lying in front of it.
“You want us to work on that? But we’ll get all dirty!” Tess exclaimed, loud enough for the guys by the dented pick-up to overhear.
“Hey, what’s the matter, Alice? Afraid you’ll ruin your manicure?” One of the taller guys called out and the rest of the guys at the Ford started snickering. “Maybe you should try out home-ec. I hear they’re sewing this week.” This made the guys laugh even harder.
Isabel turned and recognized him right away as one of Kyle’s old jock friends.
“Pauly, leave it alone. You aren’t being funny.” Isabel gave him one of her signature ‘Ice-Princess looks’ which on Kyle’s face looked down-right deadly and oddly creepy at the same time.
“Hey, chill Valenti. I mean, dude, I was just kidding.” Pauly and his friends quickly turned their attention back to their own vehicles.
Isabel turned back to Tess who was nudging a large metal piece of something with the tip of the Nikes she was wearing.
“Damn, that’s right! I forgot. We were sewing this week. And I had the cutest little skirt pattern, too.” Tess looked forlornly at the engine parts again.
“I think we have more important issues to deal with.” Isabel replied.
“Like how to get back in our own bodies?” Answered Tess.
“Well, that too. But right now we have to figure out how to put an engine together so we don’t fail Alex and Kyle. Remember, they aced the mile we were supposed to run for PE last period. We lucked out when all we had to do for their PE was stand around.”
Tess looked over at her eyes narrowing slightly. “Correction, all YOU had to do in PE was stand around. In case you hadn’t noticed, I was the only one getting all the balls hurled at me.” Tess answered, rubbing a bruise already forming on her arm. “Now I know why Alex hates Dodge ball so much.”
“Yeah well, at least you didn’t have a locker next to Stewart Finkleman. God, I swear his gym socks were about to walk off without his feet even in them.”
The two girls looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably. Which wouldn’t have been so bad had they been in their own bodies. Unfortunately, the rest of the guys in the garage were openly staring at what appeared to be brainy Alex Whitman and jock extraordinaire Kyle Valenti giggling like two schoolgirls.
Wiping tears from her eyes, Isabel looked back to Tess. “Well, at least the guys have to be having a better day than us.”
Simultaneously, on the other side of campus, were two ‘girls’. One, tall and statuesque, was sucking on the tip of the bleeding finger that had been pricked with a sewing needle. The other, a smaller, blue-eyed blonde, was looking down quizzically at a piece of light pink fabric that had somehow wound up sewn to the front of her shirt.
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”Eyem bweeding”
“What?” Alex asked looking up at his girlfriend but actually talking to his best friend.
“I said I’m bleeding.” Kyle emphasized shoving his finger in Alex’s face.
Alex glared up at him and grabbed the fabric sewn to his shirt. “And I’m turning into a patchwork quilt.”
“That’s not funny.” Kyle said narrowing his eyebrows.
“None of this is funny.” Alex hissed. “I should be getting dodge balls whipped at me right now instead of…”
“Instead of currently being checked out by Tom Kenley.” Kyle said and wiggled his eyebrows.
Alex turned to see Tom winking at him.
“You are a moron.” Alex sighed turning back to Kyle who looked confused. “He is winking at me, but he is actually winking at your girlfriend!”
Realization donned on Kyle and Alex grabbed his arm before he could pound the life out of Tom.
“This is no time for jealousy.” Alex muttered. “We have to get something done. Mrs. Lewis keeps looking over at us. We can’t do anything to attract attention.”
“I don’t know how to sew!” Kyle moaned and threw himself in the chair beside his friend. “I’m not a girl.”
“That’s sexist.” Alex acknowledged pulling the thread out of his shirt.
“What do you care?” Kyle demanded and then his eyes opened wide. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me.”
“Can we just try to figure something out?” Alex replied hastily and then added. “I am not going soft.”
“Oh! I know!” Kyle exclaimed and grabbed Alex’s arm. “We have alien powers. Let’s use them.”
Alex stared at his girlfriend’s face and pondered the question for a moment. “That could work.”
“Of course it will.” Kyle said excitedly.
Ten minutes later Mrs. Lewis approached Isabel Evans and Tess Harding to discover that they had made a beautiful pair of shorts and a matching dress shirt.
And by the time Alex and Kyle left the class for lunch Mrs. Lewis had talked them into designing the clothes for the upcoming school play.
“Aren’t Isabel and Tess failing that class?” Kyle said as they made their way outside.
“I think so.” Alex sighed rubbing his forehead thinking of what he and Kyle had just gotten the girls into.
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“Close your legs.” Maria hissed to Michael. “Everyone can see up your skirt.”
Michael sighed and shifted so that the whole school would not see Liz Parker’s underwear.
“I hate this.” Michael muttered crossing his arms and glaring across the lunch table at his girlfriend’s face.
“I know, Michael. And I know that you blame me but I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Max said pushing a blonde curl out of his eye.
Michael was about to reply but didn’t have the chance. A loud voice caused him as well as the others to turn and see a horrified Kyle Valenti striding across the courtyard towards them.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded and stopped in front of herself.
Kyle looked up with wide eyes. “What?!”
“Put the hamburger down and step away.” Isabel said slowly.
Kyle glanced to see the hamburger he had just purchased in his hand. “It’s my lunch.”
“Oh no it’s not!” Isabel exclaimed and grabbed it. “Eat some celery, this is mine now.”
Everyone stared in shock as Isabel began to devour the burger.
“What?” She snapped wiping ketchup from the corner of her mouth. “It’s been awhile.”
“Okay.” Max interrupted and looked around the table at his seven friends. “Now that we’re all here; did anything happen? Anything that would make someone wonder that something wasn’t right?”
Everyone shook their head.
“Alright. That’s good.” Max said nodding. “So one half of the day is done. This afternoon should be a piece of cake.”
“Um, I think there may be a problem.” Kyle said slowly and everyone looked to Isabel. “I have football practice after school.”
“And we have to work at the Crashdown.” Liz said nodding.
“I have band practice with the guys.” Alex muttered.
Everyone just glanced around the table at each other; this was going to be the longest day of their lives.
PART 7
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Sunday night had been all about planning.
After the pairs of switched teenagers had all carefully gone over each other's routines and prepared for the following school day; they all met up at Michael's apartment. It had been decided that his apartment would be the safest, since he was the only one living there and no one would be able to interrupt them.
It was there that they had all decided they should meet up there again in the morning. That way the humans could use their new alien powers to change the material and design of each other's clothing. It was a simple solution to what could have been an uncomfortable situation.
So Sunday night at Michaels' consisted of the human's practicing their powers while inside their alien friend's bodies.
It was now Monday morning and the eight teenagers were standing at the side of the school. They had just arrived from Michael's apartment where Liz, Maria, Alex and Kyle had waved their hands over several pairs of pajamas to create the clothes they were all now wearing.
"Should we go over it again?" Max asked the rest of them. Even though he was still inside Maria's body, he couldn't hide the fact it was his cautious mind inside.
"We've already gone over it fifty million times!" Kyle groaned referring to the memorization of who had what class and where they all sat while in those classes.
"Kyle's right." Isabel said. "I think we all know where we're going."
"Fine." Max sighed and led the way inside of the school.
They stood together in the doorway as they all waited for the bell to ring.
"Michael." Liz said and watched as her own face glanced at her. She fought the strange feeling it gave her and walked up to him. "Are you sure that you can do this presentation?"
Michael gave her an exasperated look. "All I have to do is read the stupid cards right?"
Liz nodded her head with worry in her eyes.
"I can handle it." He said smugly pulling the cards out of Liz's back-pack that was slung on his shoulder. He waved the color coordinated cards in front of her face. "You had to use pink ones?"
She flashed him a grin and turned back to where Max and Maria were also discussing the presentation that Maria had to perform for Max and the first bell rang.
"All right. We're out of here." Alex announced pushing one of Tess' blonde curls off his face.
"Scholastic endeavors await us." Kyle grinned and motioned for Max to join them.
"You better not screw around Kyle." Isabel scolded him knowing that it was her mark on the line. "God help me." Isabel whispered at the ceiling as Kyle began to laugh and then walked away with Alex.
"I'll meet you there in a minute." Max told them since Maria, Tess and Isabel were all in the same class.
Isabel turned to face Alex's body and told Tess that they should get going since they were headed in the same direction.
"I don't how we are going to pull this off." Tess grumbled. "I don't know anything about sports or auto shop classes."
"Neither does Alex.” Michael sneered.
”Can it, Michael, we’ll see how good your day goes with Home Ec and AP classes.” Isabel glared back at him.
"I don't want to touch any grease or anything." Tess shuddered as they started away.
"You're screwed." Michael said laughing.
"So are you sure that you two can pull this off?" Max asked after the four of them watched Alex and Kyle's retreating figures turn the corner.
"We'll be fine." Maria told him nodding her head.
"Are you sure?" Liz pressed uneasily.
"We'll be fine." Michael told her impatiently.
Liz glanced over to Max, who shrugged. "Okay. Good luck."
"We don't need it." Maria told her and turned to leave with Michael trailing after her.
"So what's this citrus thingy about?" Michael asked his girlfriend, having to look up since in actuality he was walking beside his best friend's body.
"Didn't you listen to Liz when she explained it to you last night?" Maria scolded.
"Nah." Michael shrugged. "I just figured I'd read it all of the cards. Did you listen to Max when he told you about it?"
"Of course I did." Maria said after a slight hesitation and Michael noticed a look of worry on her face.
"So then what's the project on?" Michael pressed.
"Oranges." Maria told him and he looked up at her skeptically.
"Trust me. It's just about oranges, it'll be easy." She said while nodding her head and they turned the corner.
At the other end of the hallway, Max and Liz watched their bodies walk away and round a corner.
"We're dead." Liz told Max who nodded solemnly in agreement.
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"This isn't about oranges." Michael whispered in front of the entire class as he got halfway through his first cue card.
He bit his lip and glanced up at the class who was looking at him slightly funny and Maria who was staring at him with Max's wide eyes.
It was just his luck to not even listen to Liz as she bored him to death last night talking about this presentation. And it was even worse that the teacher had called on him first to present.
"Miss Parker? Is there a problem?" The teacher asked from his desk.
Michael didn't even register that the man was talking to him. He was too busy giving Maria a deathly glare.
"Miss Parker? Are you okay?" The teacher said louder.
Michael shook his head and glanced over at the man.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." He said and brought his attention back to the cards.
What the hell was this stuff? He wondered as he lost his concentration and stumbled over words he had never even heard of.
He read the cards absent-mindedly as he thought about who he was going to kill first. He decided that Maria would be first for telling him that the presentation was on oranges. She should have listened to what Max was telling her the night before. Of course he could have listened to Liz, but she was just so boring. She actually liked school and was really looking forward to this presentation.
She was next on his list. And then it was Max who had found the stupid box and called the stupid meeting and caused the
whole stupid thing to happen. And then when he was done killing them all, he would go to get the stupid box and smash it against the wall and it would shatter into a million pieces. Then he would jump up and down on it until there was nothing left and he was back in his own damn body and not stuck in "Miss. I love school, it's so much fun." He hated this. It was the worst day in his entire life.
"Liz. Could you slow down a little?"
Michael quickly looked up from his last card to see the teacher looking exasperated. He glanced over to see the class smirking and Maria giving him a 'What the hell' kinda look.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion and then realized that while he had been thinking, his anger had built up and he must have begun to talk too fast.
"Sorry." He mumbled and looked back down at his last card and then took a minute to find his spot.
He read the end and let out a sigh of relief wanting to set the damn cue cards on fire.
"So what did you learn from all of this?" The teacher asked leaning back in his chair.
Michael looked to Maria panicked and almost crapped when he saw her trying not to laugh.
Michael looked back to the teacher.
"Well?" He asked Michael impatiently.
Michael racked his head as hard as he could and for the life of him, he could not thing of anything to say.
"I learned that this is not about oranges." He said uneasily as the class began to laugh and the teacher glared at him and began to write something down on the pad of paper in front of him.
Michael took that as his cue and dived for his seat next to Maria.
"Oranges." He spat out in a whisper.
"Sorry." She said shrugging. "I think that you did a good job."
Michael glared at her happy that she was inside of Max's body, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay mad at her. He deserved to be mad. He was Liz 'Freaking' Parker.
He glanced over at the teacher to see the man looking at him not at all happy and he heard the snickers of the class behind him.
"You know; out of everyone, you're at the top of my list." Michael said looking back to Maria, thinking of his list of people to kill.
"I love you too." Maria said grinning happily, totally not understanding what he had meant.
Michael just smiled and wondered how the hell he was going to get his own body back.
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Around the same time as Michael was secretly devising the demise of his friends, Tess and Isabel were realizing their day was going from ,in Maria’s words, ‘worse, to much worse’.
“Isabel, you have to hurry up. The bell rang like five minutes ago.” Tess whispered loudly over her shoulder, grabbing for the backpack that was sliding down Alex’s lanky arms. “We are so late. I can’t believe we got lost.” Tess and Isabel were practically running down the corridor of West Roswell High.
“I can believe it.” Isabel huffed as she tried to keep up. “How the heck are we supposed to know where the auto shop class is?
Pushing through the heavy doors to the school’s garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks as the smells of motor oil and gasoline assailed their senses of smell.
“Eww, what the he…” Isabel never finished her question as she was interrupted by a loud voice booming over the sounds of engines gunning.
“Ah, Mr. Valenti… Mr. Whitman; how nice of you to finally join us.” Mr. Johnson, the shop teacher bellowed over the noise.
“Oh, sorry, sir. We, uh, got delayed in the hallway.” Isabel, or Kyle, as she appeared to the world, stammered for an excuse.
“Well, let’s see if we can’t be on time from now on, shall we?” The large man in the coveralls asked. He clapped his hands together. “Okay, well everyone else has already paired off, so it’ll be you two working on rebuilding the Chevy engine.” Mr. Johnson pointed to a beat up blue Nova with a greasy drop cloth covered in engine parts lying in front of it.
“You want us to work on that? But we’ll get all dirty!” Tess exclaimed, loud enough for the guys by the dented pick-up to overhear.
“Hey, what’s the matter, Alice? Afraid you’ll ruin your manicure?” One of the taller guys called out and the rest of the guys at the Ford started snickering. “Maybe you should try out home-ec. I hear they’re sewing this week.” This made the guys laugh even harder.
Isabel turned and recognized him right away as one of Kyle’s old jock friends.
“Pauly, leave it alone. You aren’t being funny.” Isabel gave him one of her signature ‘Ice-Princess looks’ which on Kyle’s face looked down-right deadly and oddly creepy at the same time.
“Hey, chill Valenti. I mean, dude, I was just kidding.” Pauly and his friends quickly turned their attention back to their own vehicles.
Isabel turned back to Tess who was nudging a large metal piece of something with the tip of the Nikes she was wearing.
“Damn, that’s right! I forgot. We were sewing this week. And I had the cutest little skirt pattern, too.” Tess looked forlornly at the engine parts again.
“I think we have more important issues to deal with.” Isabel replied.
“Like how to get back in our own bodies?” Answered Tess.
“Well, that too. But right now we have to figure out how to put an engine together so we don’t fail Alex and Kyle. Remember, they aced the mile we were supposed to run for PE last period. We lucked out when all we had to do for their PE was stand around.”
Tess looked over at her eyes narrowing slightly. “Correction, all YOU had to do in PE was stand around. In case you hadn’t noticed, I was the only one getting all the balls hurled at me.” Tess answered, rubbing a bruise already forming on her arm. “Now I know why Alex hates Dodge ball so much.”
“Yeah well, at least you didn’t have a locker next to Stewart Finkleman. God, I swear his gym socks were about to walk off without his feet even in them.”
The two girls looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably. Which wouldn’t have been so bad had they been in their own bodies. Unfortunately, the rest of the guys in the garage were openly staring at what appeared to be brainy Alex Whitman and jock extraordinaire Kyle Valenti giggling like two schoolgirls.
Wiping tears from her eyes, Isabel looked back to Tess. “Well, at least the guys have to be having a better day than us.”
Simultaneously, on the other side of campus, were two ‘girls’. One, tall and statuesque, was sucking on the tip of the bleeding finger that had been pricked with a sewing needle. The other, a smaller, blue-eyed blonde, was looking down quizzically at a piece of light pink fabric that had somehow wound up sewn to the front of her shirt.
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”Eyem bweeding”
“What?” Alex asked looking up at his girlfriend but actually talking to his best friend.
“I said I’m bleeding.” Kyle emphasized shoving his finger in Alex’s face.
Alex glared up at him and grabbed the fabric sewn to his shirt. “And I’m turning into a patchwork quilt.”
“That’s not funny.” Kyle said narrowing his eyebrows.
“None of this is funny.” Alex hissed. “I should be getting dodge balls whipped at me right now instead of…”
“Instead of currently being checked out by Tom Kenley.” Kyle said and wiggled his eyebrows.
Alex turned to see Tom winking at him.
“You are a moron.” Alex sighed turning back to Kyle who looked confused. “He is winking at me, but he is actually winking at your girlfriend!”
Realization donned on Kyle and Alex grabbed his arm before he could pound the life out of Tom.
“This is no time for jealousy.” Alex muttered. “We have to get something done. Mrs. Lewis keeps looking over at us. We can’t do anything to attract attention.”
“I don’t know how to sew!” Kyle moaned and threw himself in the chair beside his friend. “I’m not a girl.”
“That’s sexist.” Alex acknowledged pulling the thread out of his shirt.
“What do you care?” Kyle demanded and then his eyes opened wide. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me.”
“Can we just try to figure something out?” Alex replied hastily and then added. “I am not going soft.”
“Oh! I know!” Kyle exclaimed and grabbed Alex’s arm. “We have alien powers. Let’s use them.”
Alex stared at his girlfriend’s face and pondered the question for a moment. “That could work.”
“Of course it will.” Kyle said excitedly.
Ten minutes later Mrs. Lewis approached Isabel Evans and Tess Harding to discover that they had made a beautiful pair of shorts and a matching dress shirt.
And by the time Alex and Kyle left the class for lunch Mrs. Lewis had talked them into designing the clothes for the upcoming school play.
“Aren’t Isabel and Tess failing that class?” Kyle said as they made their way outside.
“I think so.” Alex sighed rubbing his forehead thinking of what he and Kyle had just gotten the girls into.
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“Close your legs.” Maria hissed to Michael. “Everyone can see up your skirt.”
Michael sighed and shifted so that the whole school would not see Liz Parker’s underwear.
“I hate this.” Michael muttered crossing his arms and glaring across the lunch table at his girlfriend’s face.
“I know, Michael. And I know that you blame me but I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Max said pushing a blonde curl out of his eye.
Michael was about to reply but didn’t have the chance. A loud voice caused him as well as the others to turn and see a horrified Kyle Valenti striding across the courtyard towards them.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded and stopped in front of herself.
Kyle looked up with wide eyes. “What?!”
“Put the hamburger down and step away.” Isabel said slowly.
Kyle glanced to see the hamburger he had just purchased in his hand. “It’s my lunch.”
“Oh no it’s not!” Isabel exclaimed and grabbed it. “Eat some celery, this is mine now.”
Everyone stared in shock as Isabel began to devour the burger.
“What?” She snapped wiping ketchup from the corner of her mouth. “It’s been awhile.”
“Okay.” Max interrupted and looked around the table at his seven friends. “Now that we’re all here; did anything happen? Anything that would make someone wonder that something wasn’t right?”
Everyone shook their head.
“Alright. That’s good.” Max said nodding. “So one half of the day is done. This afternoon should be a piece of cake.”
“Um, I think there may be a problem.” Kyle said slowly and everyone looked to Isabel. “I have football practice after school.”
“And we have to work at the Crashdown.” Liz said nodding.
“I have band practice with the guys.” Alex muttered.
Everyone just glanced around the table at each other; this was going to be the longest day of their lives.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 8 - 08/27/08
by Kyles_Babes » Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:04 pm
Thanks again for all your amazing feedback, it means so much to me! Of course, I lost some of it when the board went down, but I enjoyed reading it all the same. You guys really make my day! I think there are are only two or three more parts after this one, according to how I have the chapters broken up....this was never going to be a epic tale, just a fun story, so I hope you enjoy!!!!
PART 8
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After school…
“I’m telling you Maxwell, this idea blows.”
“Michael, the idea does not blow.” Max responded.
“I happen to disagree. Look at us.” He looked back in the mirror and saw Liz’s body in her CrashDown uniform.
Max did the same with his own reflection of Maria.
Adjusting his antenna, “Do you have a better idea? We can’t just sit around hiding until we figure it out.” Moving to look closer into the mirror, he called, “Maria, where is your lip gloss? I think you’re getting a bit chapped.”
“Max, would you listen to yourself?” Michael was bordering on the edge. “You’re starting to scare me. We have to regroup and…”
“Guys.” Liz interrupted the soon to be argument. “Your shift started five minutes ago.”
Looking over, they saw her (as Michael) trying to scrape the burnt burgers from the grill with a hand wrapped in salve and a bandage from when she’d tried to grab the deep fryer.
“All you have to do is wear the uniforms, take the orders, and serve the food. It’s easy and if you screw up, nobody will know it’s you. Remember, Maria and I will be the ones in hot water with my dad if things go wrong.”
“And don’t worry,” Maria added. “I’ll be sitting at the counter watching and if you need help, I’ll…” She thought for a moment. What could she do in Max’s body to help them? “Well, I’ll think of something.”
Mr. Parker stuck his head around the corner. “Girls, let’s hurry up, the after-school crowd is here.”
Michael, still tugging at the bottom of his too-short skirt, grabbed his order pad and started out the door. Turning back to Maria and Liz, he shook his pencil at them and he added, “When we get back to normal, we are going to have a long talk about Mr. Parker’s idea of appropriate uniforms.”
As Max walked by him to the dining area, Michael just rolled his eyes when he heard him say, “Maria, do I have a panty line?”
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While Liz was attempting to put out the fire started by her dish rag grazing the grill, she heard her own voice echo loudly through the diner.
“Listen you limp-dicked punk. I told you, if you touched me one more time I would knock you so hard your eyes will never uncross.”
Throwing a bowlful of water on the burning remnants of meat and rag, she ran out front to see herself standing over someone she didn’t recognize who had a large red handprint starting to show on his face. 'Maria' was trying to pull 'her' away from the table and 'Max' was sitting at the counter studying his textbooks and trying unsuccessfully from laughing hysterically.
Michael then grabbed the drink and dumped it into the guy’s lap, ice spilling to the floor.
“I’ve had it.” Shaking off Max's arm, he went to find Mr. Parker and try to get out of work for the rest of the day. Hopefully, he thought, Liz hadn’t used the PMS thing to get out of work in the past.
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Across town…
“Dude, you ready?” James was finishing plugging in his guitar to the amp in Alex’s garage.
“Uh, well, almost. Just give me another minute.” Tess closed her eyes and willed herself to be anywhere else except Alex’s garage, holding his guitar, and standing in front of the rest of the Whits.
Breathing deep, she prayed that Alex would hurry up.
“Hey guys.” Tess opened her eyes to see herself walking up the driveway. What the hell was she wearing? She was dressed in a red corset top, a black leather min-skirt, and knee high black stiletto boots. She didn’t even recognize the outfit as being from her closet. She was sure Alex must have made a stop at the mall on his way.
“Oh, Tess!” She stammered. “Hi. What are you doing here? And in that 'oh so revealing' outfit I might add?”
“Oh, I just thought I’d come and see my favorite singer. Have you started practice yet?”
The guys behind her had been whispering among themselves. They’d known Whitman was an okay guy, but this was a bit much. His two best friends were hot. He was dating Isabel Evans, also one of the hottest girls at West Roswell and now Tess Harding had come over to hear him play? Since when did Whitman have a groupie?
“Not yet, we were just about to. Um, can I talk to you for a minute first? Alone?”
Tess dragged Alex out of the garage, causing him to stumble behind her. “Where the heck have you been and more importantly… what the hell are you wearing? How dare you use me as you’re personal Skank Barbie. What are these guys going to think? I'll tell you what they're going to think. They're gonna think I'm a WHORE!”
Alex looked down at what he was wearing. “I didn’t think it was that bad. All the girls wear this kind of stuff to concerts.”
“Newsflash! We aren’t at a concert, we are in your garage.” Tess narrowed Alex’s eyes at him.
“Okay, sorry, look, don’t get all pissed. And stop waving your hands around. The guys are starting to look at you funny.”
“Fine, but don’t think this conversation is through.” She tried to compose herself. “Okay, what’s the plan?”
“Same as we discussed. You just get up there and sing. Since my voice hasn’t changed you should be fine. And I’ll use your mindwarping to make the guys think you can play.”
“Are you sure you practiced enough? Mindwarps aren’t an exact science. What if something goes wrong?” Tess was still worried.
“Nothing will go wrong. I have it under control. It’s all in the concentration.” He winked at her while tapping a finger to his forehead.
Tess stared at him wearily. “OK, well let’s get this over with.”
They went back in and Tess picked up the guitar. Looking down she saw the words to a Nickleback song. Taking a deep breath, “One, two, three.”
She counted and then started playing. She was so intent on trying to help Alex out by at least looking like she was hitting the right chords that it took her a full minute to realize the others weren’t playing along and were, in fact, all just staring at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh, well we usually don’t play ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ in our sets.” Steve answered.
Don’t kill Alex. Don’t kill Alex. She kept repeating in her head.
“And, Dude, why are you naked?” James added.
Tess dropped her jaw, turned to look at Alex and proceeded to chase him down the driveway swinging the guitar at him. (Well, at her.)
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*SLAM*
Kyle winced from the bleachers as he saw Jerry, the 260 lb. defensive tackle break through the line of scrimmage and collide with his body, which was still occupied by Isabel.
The way that things were looking on the field had Kyle almost wishing he could stay in Isabel’s body till his was completely healed. Almost.
The humiliation, however, Kyle was sure would never go away. Isabel, unfortunately for him, ran like a girl, threw like a girl, and Kyle was quite sure he heard himself scream like a girl a few times when the defense broke through and proceeded to tackle him.
Putting his head in his hands, he couldn’t bear to watch his own humiliation anymore. He had wanted to just skip the whole thing but the coach was already riding his ass for missing so many practices for his “adventures”, and he was actually threatening to bench him for the rest of the season. The way things were going today, Isabel was going to do just that for him anyway.
“Ahhhrgg.” Kyle looked up when he once again heard a yelp of pain from his voice on the field. Jerry had broken through yet again and he saw his body thrown down again. Only this time he didn’t see himself get back up. Isabel was, in fact, lying motionless on her back on the field.
“Oh, crap.” Kyle said out loud to no one. “They’ve killed me!” He started out onto the field and noticed slight movements from his body, though not much. The rise and fall of a chest and a rude hand gesture to Jerry, being the only indication that she was still alive.
The rest of the players backed away as they saw Isabel storming over to them. The tall blonde was an imposing sight on any given day, but right now she looked pissed. They quickly backed away as she bent over ‘Kyle’, who was still flat on his back.
“Get up.” Kyle hissed to Isabel, who opened one eye up to peer at him.
“I am never getting up again.” Came the response in a pained whisper.
“Isabel, just get up and start limping over to the sidelines. Tell Coach Clayton you think you pulled a muscle or something and need to go to the locker room.” He leaned down so that his teammates wouldn’t overhear their conversation. “For the love of Buddha, get my poor, broken body off the field.”
Isabel struggled to a sitting position. Nodding her head, she reached down and started pulling at the laces on Kyle’s cleats. Pulling off the shoe she slowly got up and started limping off the field, not having to fake it, since her pain was entirely too real.
A quick talk with Coach Clayton had him agreeing that perhaps Kyle should take the rest of the day off to rest and recuperate.
“I’m sure things will be better next time, Coach. I’m just, uh, not myself today.” Isabel took off her helmet and started off the field with Kyle hot on her heels.
“How can you possibly want to subject yourself to this torture everyday? I mean, getting thrown down and trampled on like a rag doll can’t possibly be anyone’s idea of fun.” Isabel asked after they were well on their way towards the gym.
“Actually, Isabel, for your information, I have the least number of sacks in the state of New Mexico. The object of the game is to AVOID getting thrown down and trampled. Well, actually, the object of the game is to throw the ball, get points, all while AVOIDING the whole throwing down and being trampled bit. You just didn’t seem to get that part.” He looked over and saw himself give an eye roll and a smirk.
“Ha ha, very funny, Kyle. Actually, from what I’ve seen of you in the games, I don’t think anyone will have any trouble believing it was you out there today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to hobble into the locker room, drag myself into a hot shower, and you’d better pray that I remember to put clothes back on before I walk down the hallways of the school showing everyone your ‘fourth and inches’!” With a toss of her head and a quick tongue stuck out at Kyle, she pushed through the doors to the gymnasium.
PART 8
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After school…
“I’m telling you Maxwell, this idea blows.”
“Michael, the idea does not blow.” Max responded.
“I happen to disagree. Look at us.” He looked back in the mirror and saw Liz’s body in her CrashDown uniform.
Max did the same with his own reflection of Maria.
Adjusting his antenna, “Do you have a better idea? We can’t just sit around hiding until we figure it out.” Moving to look closer into the mirror, he called, “Maria, where is your lip gloss? I think you’re getting a bit chapped.”
“Max, would you listen to yourself?” Michael was bordering on the edge. “You’re starting to scare me. We have to regroup and…”
“Guys.” Liz interrupted the soon to be argument. “Your shift started five minutes ago.”
Looking over, they saw her (as Michael) trying to scrape the burnt burgers from the grill with a hand wrapped in salve and a bandage from when she’d tried to grab the deep fryer.
“All you have to do is wear the uniforms, take the orders, and serve the food. It’s easy and if you screw up, nobody will know it’s you. Remember, Maria and I will be the ones in hot water with my dad if things go wrong.”
“And don’t worry,” Maria added. “I’ll be sitting at the counter watching and if you need help, I’ll…” She thought for a moment. What could she do in Max’s body to help them? “Well, I’ll think of something.”
Mr. Parker stuck his head around the corner. “Girls, let’s hurry up, the after-school crowd is here.”
Michael, still tugging at the bottom of his too-short skirt, grabbed his order pad and started out the door. Turning back to Maria and Liz, he shook his pencil at them and he added, “When we get back to normal, we are going to have a long talk about Mr. Parker’s idea of appropriate uniforms.”
As Max walked by him to the dining area, Michael just rolled his eyes when he heard him say, “Maria, do I have a panty line?”
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While Liz was attempting to put out the fire started by her dish rag grazing the grill, she heard her own voice echo loudly through the diner.
“Listen you limp-dicked punk. I told you, if you touched me one more time I would knock you so hard your eyes will never uncross.”
Throwing a bowlful of water on the burning remnants of meat and rag, she ran out front to see herself standing over someone she didn’t recognize who had a large red handprint starting to show on his face. 'Maria' was trying to pull 'her' away from the table and 'Max' was sitting at the counter studying his textbooks and trying unsuccessfully from laughing hysterically.
Michael then grabbed the drink and dumped it into the guy’s lap, ice spilling to the floor.
“I’ve had it.” Shaking off Max's arm, he went to find Mr. Parker and try to get out of work for the rest of the day. Hopefully, he thought, Liz hadn’t used the PMS thing to get out of work in the past.
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Across town…
“Dude, you ready?” James was finishing plugging in his guitar to the amp in Alex’s garage.
“Uh, well, almost. Just give me another minute.” Tess closed her eyes and willed herself to be anywhere else except Alex’s garage, holding his guitar, and standing in front of the rest of the Whits.
Breathing deep, she prayed that Alex would hurry up.
“Hey guys.” Tess opened her eyes to see herself walking up the driveway. What the hell was she wearing? She was dressed in a red corset top, a black leather min-skirt, and knee high black stiletto boots. She didn’t even recognize the outfit as being from her closet. She was sure Alex must have made a stop at the mall on his way.
“Oh, Tess!” She stammered. “Hi. What are you doing here? And in that 'oh so revealing' outfit I might add?”
“Oh, I just thought I’d come and see my favorite singer. Have you started practice yet?”
The guys behind her had been whispering among themselves. They’d known Whitman was an okay guy, but this was a bit much. His two best friends were hot. He was dating Isabel Evans, also one of the hottest girls at West Roswell and now Tess Harding had come over to hear him play? Since when did Whitman have a groupie?
“Not yet, we were just about to. Um, can I talk to you for a minute first? Alone?”
Tess dragged Alex out of the garage, causing him to stumble behind her. “Where the heck have you been and more importantly… what the hell are you wearing? How dare you use me as you’re personal Skank Barbie. What are these guys going to think? I'll tell you what they're going to think. They're gonna think I'm a WHORE!”
Alex looked down at what he was wearing. “I didn’t think it was that bad. All the girls wear this kind of stuff to concerts.”
“Newsflash! We aren’t at a concert, we are in your garage.” Tess narrowed Alex’s eyes at him.
“Okay, sorry, look, don’t get all pissed. And stop waving your hands around. The guys are starting to look at you funny.”
“Fine, but don’t think this conversation is through.” She tried to compose herself. “Okay, what’s the plan?”
“Same as we discussed. You just get up there and sing. Since my voice hasn’t changed you should be fine. And I’ll use your mindwarping to make the guys think you can play.”
“Are you sure you practiced enough? Mindwarps aren’t an exact science. What if something goes wrong?” Tess was still worried.
“Nothing will go wrong. I have it under control. It’s all in the concentration.” He winked at her while tapping a finger to his forehead.
Tess stared at him wearily. “OK, well let’s get this over with.”
They went back in and Tess picked up the guitar. Looking down she saw the words to a Nickleback song. Taking a deep breath, “One, two, three.”
She counted and then started playing. She was so intent on trying to help Alex out by at least looking like she was hitting the right chords that it took her a full minute to realize the others weren’t playing along and were, in fact, all just staring at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh, well we usually don’t play ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ in our sets.” Steve answered.
Don’t kill Alex. Don’t kill Alex. She kept repeating in her head.
“And, Dude, why are you naked?” James added.
Tess dropped her jaw, turned to look at Alex and proceeded to chase him down the driveway swinging the guitar at him. (Well, at her.)
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*SLAM*
Kyle winced from the bleachers as he saw Jerry, the 260 lb. defensive tackle break through the line of scrimmage and collide with his body, which was still occupied by Isabel.
The way that things were looking on the field had Kyle almost wishing he could stay in Isabel’s body till his was completely healed. Almost.
The humiliation, however, Kyle was sure would never go away. Isabel, unfortunately for him, ran like a girl, threw like a girl, and Kyle was quite sure he heard himself scream like a girl a few times when the defense broke through and proceeded to tackle him.
Putting his head in his hands, he couldn’t bear to watch his own humiliation anymore. He had wanted to just skip the whole thing but the coach was already riding his ass for missing so many practices for his “adventures”, and he was actually threatening to bench him for the rest of the season. The way things were going today, Isabel was going to do just that for him anyway.
“Ahhhrgg.” Kyle looked up when he once again heard a yelp of pain from his voice on the field. Jerry had broken through yet again and he saw his body thrown down again. Only this time he didn’t see himself get back up. Isabel was, in fact, lying motionless on her back on the field.
“Oh, crap.” Kyle said out loud to no one. “They’ve killed me!” He started out onto the field and noticed slight movements from his body, though not much. The rise and fall of a chest and a rude hand gesture to Jerry, being the only indication that she was still alive.
The rest of the players backed away as they saw Isabel storming over to them. The tall blonde was an imposing sight on any given day, but right now she looked pissed. They quickly backed away as she bent over ‘Kyle’, who was still flat on his back.
“Get up.” Kyle hissed to Isabel, who opened one eye up to peer at him.
“I am never getting up again.” Came the response in a pained whisper.
“Isabel, just get up and start limping over to the sidelines. Tell Coach Clayton you think you pulled a muscle or something and need to go to the locker room.” He leaned down so that his teammates wouldn’t overhear their conversation. “For the love of Buddha, get my poor, broken body off the field.”
Isabel struggled to a sitting position. Nodding her head, she reached down and started pulling at the laces on Kyle’s cleats. Pulling off the shoe she slowly got up and started limping off the field, not having to fake it, since her pain was entirely too real.
A quick talk with Coach Clayton had him agreeing that perhaps Kyle should take the rest of the day off to rest and recuperate.
“I’m sure things will be better next time, Coach. I’m just, uh, not myself today.” Isabel took off her helmet and started off the field with Kyle hot on her heels.
“How can you possibly want to subject yourself to this torture everyday? I mean, getting thrown down and trampled on like a rag doll can’t possibly be anyone’s idea of fun.” Isabel asked after they were well on their way towards the gym.
“Actually, Isabel, for your information, I have the least number of sacks in the state of New Mexico. The object of the game is to AVOID getting thrown down and trampled. Well, actually, the object of the game is to throw the ball, get points, all while AVOIDING the whole throwing down and being trampled bit. You just didn’t seem to get that part.” He looked over and saw himself give an eye roll and a smirk.
“Ha ha, very funny, Kyle. Actually, from what I’ve seen of you in the games, I don’t think anyone will have any trouble believing it was you out there today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to hobble into the locker room, drag myself into a hot shower, and you’d better pray that I remember to put clothes back on before I walk down the hallways of the school showing everyone your ‘fourth and inches’!” With a toss of her head and a quick tongue stuck out at Kyle, she pushed through the doors to the gymnasium.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) Pt 9 - 09/2/08
by Kyles_Babes » Tue Sep 02, 2008 11:24 am
Hey guys, here's the next part! This one I had major help on....the first half I must thank Egyptian_Kiss for her wit, she really came through for me!!!! And on the second half, Maya, my beta, also was a huge help.
All of your feedback means so much to me. I never considered myself to be a particularly funny person, so the fact that this story and the parts that I wrote are making you laugh really makes me feel warm and snuggly on the inside. So thank you to all of you who are reading and a special thank you to the ones who take that minute to let me know what you think!!!!!!
PART 9
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“Don’t talk to me,” Tess said, pouring Tabasco sauce in her cherry coke; her own face staring back at her in a grimace.
“I already apologized for the mind warp thing,” Alex replied, wincing as he watched himself suck down more of the gross soda/sauce concoction only to spit it back into the glass with a cough.
“This is just great, I can’t even drink my favorite drink!” Tess exclaimed, “And what about the getup you had me in?”
Alex turned to see ‘Liz’ rolling silverware near the kitchen, yelling at ‘Michael’, who was yet again burning something; obviously Michael hadn’t gotten off with an excuse of Liz’s “time of the month”. The look of panic on Michael’s face and frustration on Liz’s was odd to see- but Alex had his own problems.
“I’m sorry for that too, and I did change when we stopped at your house.”
“ Well, I’m sorry that Isabel and I failed your auto mechanics assignment, but somehow I don‘t think that makes you feel better either,” Tess said as if proving a point, only to cringe at the memory.
“You FAILED? I can’t FAIL auto mechanics! My dad is on my case as it is because he thinks I’m not man enough, this will kill him! No, this will kill ME!” Alex ranted, slamming his fist down on the table, then regretting it as the fragile feminine hand zinged with pain.
“Look I don’t do cars, and Isabel was worse- she actually managed to destroy the hunk of greasy metal until it was in pieces all over the floor instead of in one piece. What did you want me to do? I can’t exactly wave my hand and “poof” everything be alright,” Tess shouted.
“Here you go.” Maria stated, placing their plates down in front of them. “And you could guys not be so loud? Mr. Parker is already in a bad mood.”
“Max, I don’t recognize anything on this plate,” Alex said, glancing up at one of his best friends, and noticed how odd it was to see Maria relatively quiet and contained.
“It’s Maria. And I didn’t cook the food- I’m only delivering it.”
“Right, Maria. Can I just get a milkshake? Strawberry?” Tess questioned, picking daintily at the food on her plate.
“If I can figure out how to work the machine,” Max responded apologetically.
“Me too,” Alex threw in.
As Max hurried behind the counter to fill the drink orders with an amused Maria’s help, the bell at the door jingled. A stiff Kyle and pouting Isabel walked through the door and made their way over to Alex and Tess’s booth.
“Hey,” Alex offered as Kyle’s brawny body slide in beside him, squashing Tess’s smaller body closer to the wall.
“Hi,” Isabel’s voice responded dejectedly as she slid into the seat beside ‘Alex’.
“What’s wrong?” Tess asked, her interested peeked as Isabel’s normally emotionless face frowned beside her.
“Stop frowning, you’ll give me lines!” Isabel ordered, slapping one of Kyle’s large manly hands down on the table.
“I’ll frown if I want to. You practically ruined my football career!”
“You aren’t the one that’s covered in black and blues and sore all over,” Isabel argued.
“Football practice not go well?” Isabel heard her boyfriend’s voice ask, and she look up to answer Tess.
“Probably as well as you two did in auto mechanics,” Alex grumbled.
“You told him! I thought we were going to wait so that I could try and talk the teacher into a redo,” Isabel said annoyed.
“A redo? Why would you need a redo?” Kyle asked, Isabel’s voice coming out in a high pitched shriek.
“We didn’t do so well in auto mechanics,” Tess explained to her boyfriend lightly.
“How bad?” Kyle asked, closing his eyes.
“They FAILED,” Alex said, practically shouting again. Obviously he wasn’t cruising passed this issue easily.
“Guys, please,” came Maria’s voice; Max had returned with the milkshakes.
“Sorry.”
“Failed? How do you fail auto mechanics?” Kyle asked while pulling at Isabel’s hair until one of his larger hands smacked his away.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” his own confident voice answered him, and Kyle groaned in the unlikelihood of it.
“Look can I get you guys anything else? I have to hurry up and seat the new customers.” Max asked, tugging at Maria’s skirt.
“I want a burger.” Kyle said, lifting Isabel’s head to look up.
“No you don’t! If she wants anything, it’s a salad with water,” Isabel jumped to her body’s defense.
“Look Barbie, if I don’t get a burger I’m going to go to the barber and have them cut off all this pretty hair of yours,” Kyle announced, grabbing clumps of Isabel’s long blond hair to emphasis his point.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Isabel said in her meanest voice, which sounded by fair more fierce in Kyle’s deep tone.
“By Buddha, I would.”
“Uh, Isabel, I would, uh, rethink the menu. Michael hasn’t, um, been himself today. It’s not a good day for, uh, food,” Max stumbled.
“Ugh! Fine, get me a coke,” Kyle paused, “A regular coke.”
Isabel glared meanly at herself, but didn’t push any further. Her hair was too perfect to cut.
Minutes passed and tense silence went on until Max brought back the coke, and a napkin for a confused Isabel. Picking it up before her own delicate fingers could, Isabel read what was written in Maria’s loopy scrawl: ‘It’s diet.’ Isabel smiled and watched as Kyle happily sucked down what he assumed would send ten pounds straight to her hips, and silently thanked Max.
When ‘Max’ joined them at the table the tension put on temporary hold. Maria complained about the horrible science project, and went on and on about how oranges would have been easier until Max came over to tell himself- still weird to think about- and the others that it was getting busy and it would be easier if they left and met back up later. Everyone was still running high tempers, but it would have to wait until later.
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The rest of the day passed for the eight teens and evening finally came when they were to meet up at the Pizza Pan to discuss their options. Although not the most secret place to hold such a meeting, it was the best they could do. Brody was hosting a ‘George Lucas: Did we really need Episodes I-III?’ debate at the UFO Museum, the CrashDown was in full dinner rush, and at least one parent was at home at each of their houses. Luckily, there wasn’t too much of a crowd at the small diner yet and they were able to grab a secluded booth in the back of the room.
Within a minute of them giving their drink orders to the young waitress, the arguments started flying.
Both Liz and Michael began a whole new round of arguing about the botched science project that Liz was sure had lowered her grade significantly. She went on about her GPA plummeting, her SAT scores being meaningless, and her getting into AP classes for the next year now just a hopeless dream. Michael was able to keep up the argument for about two minutes until all the letters that Liz was spouting off about started to jumble in his brain and he reverted to a snort here and there, but mostly just sat in a stony silence.
Tess was still royally pissed at Alex for his choice of clothing to parade her body around in and was ignoring all his apologies and bribes for forgiveness. Nothing he said was going to change anything in her mind and she let him know this fact as well as threatening him with bodily harm after she got her powers back.
Kyle was still steamed at Isabel’s comments about his football abilities, and while he tried to make his point by listing all his records, state titles, and stats, Isabel just kept rolling her eyes and holding her frosty glass of ice water to the still darkening bruise on Kyle’s face.
The only two who were quiet were Max and Maria.
Max, because he was sitting there trying desperately to think of a way, any way, out of their present situation that they hadn’t already tried, and Maria was absorbed in the flyer that Gino the owner had handed them when they came in.
According to the flyer there was a karaoke contest tonight and first prize was 150 dollars. Maria wanted to win that money, under ordinary circumstances she would be a shoe in but one quick glance at her body, occupied by Max, sitting across from her, reminded her that her current circumstances were far from ordinary. She was going to have to find a way to convince Max to get up on the stage and win her the money. She would have gone up herself, in Max’s body and given it her all, but she had heard Max sing before. Unbeknownst to Liz, the night Future Max had visited her, Maria had overheard Present Day Max serenading Liz with a mariachi band, as she was walking to her car after her shift. At first she thought that maybe a cat had gotten into the CrashDown trash and was choking on a chicken bone or something. But, it had turned out to be Max attempting to woo Liz back with a song. And so, knowing Max couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, now, not only was she still stuck in the body of a male alien hybrid, she was also out 150 dollars.
Liz’s voice was the first one to gather everyone’s attention to the same discussion. “Can we shut up about our suck ass day and just focus on a way to resolve this problem?” Michael had had enough of the on-going arguments and more importantly, enough of the uncomfortable shoes he was still wearing while in Liz’s body.
The group quickly quieted down with only one last comment out of Isabel’s mouth about ‘having the fewest interceptions during a whole season.’
“You know, Michael, if you can come up with any new and promising ideas that we haven’t already tried, then please enlighten us.” Isabel put down the frosty glass she was holding against Kyle’s bruised face and stared at Liz, waiting for Michael to answer.
He was silent for a moment then let out a sigh and ran a hand through Liz’s long, dark locks. “I got nothing”. He leaned back in the booth and looked at the rest of the group.
“Where’s the box now, Max?” Asked Tess. “Do you think there’s any chance of giving it one last try? Maybe it had time to recharge itself. Wasn’t that a possibility?” Tess was hopeful at the thought. She didn’t think she could take another day of Dodge ball, or what she now considered to be ’Target Practice’.
“I had to leave it at the museum.” Max answered. “Technically, it belongs to Brody and if it went missing I’d be the first person he’d suspect.”
“God, so what are we going to do? I can’t handle another minute like this, much less the ever growing possibility of being stuck in this stupid body forever.” Isabel groaned
“Hey!” Kyle looked over to where Isabel sat, eyes narrowing. “Watch whose body you’re calling stupid, okay? It isn’t much better being stuck in you, sister. What with the mascara getting in my eyes, trying to do anything with these talons you call fingernails, and, did you know you have split ends?” Kyle reached up and pulled at a strand of hair to make his point.
Alex looked across the table at Isabel, making Tess’s eyes go wide with fear. Max and Michael quickly scooted as far as they could get across the red booth seat, desperate to escape the fallout of Kyle’s unfortunate statement.
Isabel just sat there in silence. Deadly silence. Kyle, realizing his mistake, quickly let the hair fall back across Isabel’s shoulders.
“Uh, actually, what I meant to say was…well, actually, I ummm…” Kyle looked around the table, desperate for some help, but found everyone else suddenly engrossed in other things. Maria was hiding behind the karaoke flyer, Max and Michael were suddenly enthralled by the salt and pepper shakers, Alex was staring intently at the ceiling whistling an unknown tune, and Tess and Liz actually got up and headed towards the restroom. They made it all the way to the door before they dared to turn around apprehensively.
Still silent, Isabel fixed Kyle with a cold look. He watched as his body stood up, eyes never breaking contact. Kyle was certain he would never be able to match the look of anger that was now shown on his face. Beads of sweat were now beginning to form across Isabel’s forehead, and Kyle sunk back even farther in the booth as Isabel reached down for his coat and turned away from the table.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief and Liz and Tess started to head back to the booth.
Instead of heading out the door, Isabel went up to the bar where a dark haired guy was nursing a beer and watching a basketball game on the small television behind the counter.
“Excuse me; you’re Jesse Ramirez, right? You used to play football for East Roswell?” Isabel knew exactly who he was. The elusive senior jock from West Roswell’s rival had been the talk of the girl’s locker room when Isabel had been a freshman.
“Yeah, I graduated three years ago. I’m playing at UNM now. I’m just home for a break.” He reached over and shook the hand that Isabel offered. “Valenti, right? Man, you’re on track to be the first pick in the state by the recruiters. Have you thought about coming to UNM? We could sure use talent like yours.” Jesse picked up his beer and took a sip waiting for an answer.
“Actually, I haven’t given it much thought, but I may just have to keep you guys in mind.” With her answer, she reached over and pulled Jesse to her, meeting his lips in a solid kiss.
Seconds passed as the restaurant seemed to fall into a deadly silence. Jaws dropped at the table she had recently vacated and Kyle was as close to having a heart attack as one could humanly get.
“See ya ‘round, Jesse.” Isabel gave him a wink and sauntered towards the door. Jesse just stared after him, shock apparent on his face.
He quickly recovered as ‘Kyle’ walked out the door to the parking lot.
“So, do you like, want my number?” Jesse called out hopefully to Kyle’s retreating back.
All of your feedback means so much to me. I never considered myself to be a particularly funny person, so the fact that this story and the parts that I wrote are making you laugh really makes me feel warm and snuggly on the inside. So thank you to all of you who are reading and a special thank you to the ones who take that minute to let me know what you think!!!!!!
PART 9
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“Don’t talk to me,” Tess said, pouring Tabasco sauce in her cherry coke; her own face staring back at her in a grimace.
“I already apologized for the mind warp thing,” Alex replied, wincing as he watched himself suck down more of the gross soda/sauce concoction only to spit it back into the glass with a cough.
“This is just great, I can’t even drink my favorite drink!” Tess exclaimed, “And what about the getup you had me in?”
Alex turned to see ‘Liz’ rolling silverware near the kitchen, yelling at ‘Michael’, who was yet again burning something; obviously Michael hadn’t gotten off with an excuse of Liz’s “time of the month”. The look of panic on Michael’s face and frustration on Liz’s was odd to see- but Alex had his own problems.
“I’m sorry for that too, and I did change when we stopped at your house.”
“ Well, I’m sorry that Isabel and I failed your auto mechanics assignment, but somehow I don‘t think that makes you feel better either,” Tess said as if proving a point, only to cringe at the memory.
“You FAILED? I can’t FAIL auto mechanics! My dad is on my case as it is because he thinks I’m not man enough, this will kill him! No, this will kill ME!” Alex ranted, slamming his fist down on the table, then regretting it as the fragile feminine hand zinged with pain.
“Look I don’t do cars, and Isabel was worse- she actually managed to destroy the hunk of greasy metal until it was in pieces all over the floor instead of in one piece. What did you want me to do? I can’t exactly wave my hand and “poof” everything be alright,” Tess shouted.
“Here you go.” Maria stated, placing their plates down in front of them. “And you could guys not be so loud? Mr. Parker is already in a bad mood.”
“Max, I don’t recognize anything on this plate,” Alex said, glancing up at one of his best friends, and noticed how odd it was to see Maria relatively quiet and contained.
“It’s Maria. And I didn’t cook the food- I’m only delivering it.”
“Right, Maria. Can I just get a milkshake? Strawberry?” Tess questioned, picking daintily at the food on her plate.
“If I can figure out how to work the machine,” Max responded apologetically.
“Me too,” Alex threw in.
As Max hurried behind the counter to fill the drink orders with an amused Maria’s help, the bell at the door jingled. A stiff Kyle and pouting Isabel walked through the door and made their way over to Alex and Tess’s booth.
“Hey,” Alex offered as Kyle’s brawny body slide in beside him, squashing Tess’s smaller body closer to the wall.
“Hi,” Isabel’s voice responded dejectedly as she slid into the seat beside ‘Alex’.
“What’s wrong?” Tess asked, her interested peeked as Isabel’s normally emotionless face frowned beside her.
“Stop frowning, you’ll give me lines!” Isabel ordered, slapping one of Kyle’s large manly hands down on the table.
“I’ll frown if I want to. You practically ruined my football career!”
“You aren’t the one that’s covered in black and blues and sore all over,” Isabel argued.
“Football practice not go well?” Isabel heard her boyfriend’s voice ask, and she look up to answer Tess.
“Probably as well as you two did in auto mechanics,” Alex grumbled.
“You told him! I thought we were going to wait so that I could try and talk the teacher into a redo,” Isabel said annoyed.
“A redo? Why would you need a redo?” Kyle asked, Isabel’s voice coming out in a high pitched shriek.
“We didn’t do so well in auto mechanics,” Tess explained to her boyfriend lightly.
“How bad?” Kyle asked, closing his eyes.
“They FAILED,” Alex said, practically shouting again. Obviously he wasn’t cruising passed this issue easily.
“Guys, please,” came Maria’s voice; Max had returned with the milkshakes.
“Sorry.”
“Failed? How do you fail auto mechanics?” Kyle asked while pulling at Isabel’s hair until one of his larger hands smacked his away.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” his own confident voice answered him, and Kyle groaned in the unlikelihood of it.
“Look can I get you guys anything else? I have to hurry up and seat the new customers.” Max asked, tugging at Maria’s skirt.
“I want a burger.” Kyle said, lifting Isabel’s head to look up.
“No you don’t! If she wants anything, it’s a salad with water,” Isabel jumped to her body’s defense.
“Look Barbie, if I don’t get a burger I’m going to go to the barber and have them cut off all this pretty hair of yours,” Kyle announced, grabbing clumps of Isabel’s long blond hair to emphasis his point.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Isabel said in her meanest voice, which sounded by fair more fierce in Kyle’s deep tone.
“By Buddha, I would.”
“Uh, Isabel, I would, uh, rethink the menu. Michael hasn’t, um, been himself today. It’s not a good day for, uh, food,” Max stumbled.
“Ugh! Fine, get me a coke,” Kyle paused, “A regular coke.”
Isabel glared meanly at herself, but didn’t push any further. Her hair was too perfect to cut.
Minutes passed and tense silence went on until Max brought back the coke, and a napkin for a confused Isabel. Picking it up before her own delicate fingers could, Isabel read what was written in Maria’s loopy scrawl: ‘It’s diet.’ Isabel smiled and watched as Kyle happily sucked down what he assumed would send ten pounds straight to her hips, and silently thanked Max.
When ‘Max’ joined them at the table the tension put on temporary hold. Maria complained about the horrible science project, and went on and on about how oranges would have been easier until Max came over to tell himself- still weird to think about- and the others that it was getting busy and it would be easier if they left and met back up later. Everyone was still running high tempers, but it would have to wait until later.
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The rest of the day passed for the eight teens and evening finally came when they were to meet up at the Pizza Pan to discuss their options. Although not the most secret place to hold such a meeting, it was the best they could do. Brody was hosting a ‘George Lucas: Did we really need Episodes I-III?’ debate at the UFO Museum, the CrashDown was in full dinner rush, and at least one parent was at home at each of their houses. Luckily, there wasn’t too much of a crowd at the small diner yet and they were able to grab a secluded booth in the back of the room.
Within a minute of them giving their drink orders to the young waitress, the arguments started flying.
Both Liz and Michael began a whole new round of arguing about the botched science project that Liz was sure had lowered her grade significantly. She went on about her GPA plummeting, her SAT scores being meaningless, and her getting into AP classes for the next year now just a hopeless dream. Michael was able to keep up the argument for about two minutes until all the letters that Liz was spouting off about started to jumble in his brain and he reverted to a snort here and there, but mostly just sat in a stony silence.
Tess was still royally pissed at Alex for his choice of clothing to parade her body around in and was ignoring all his apologies and bribes for forgiveness. Nothing he said was going to change anything in her mind and she let him know this fact as well as threatening him with bodily harm after she got her powers back.
Kyle was still steamed at Isabel’s comments about his football abilities, and while he tried to make his point by listing all his records, state titles, and stats, Isabel just kept rolling her eyes and holding her frosty glass of ice water to the still darkening bruise on Kyle’s face.
The only two who were quiet were Max and Maria.
Max, because he was sitting there trying desperately to think of a way, any way, out of their present situation that they hadn’t already tried, and Maria was absorbed in the flyer that Gino the owner had handed them when they came in.
According to the flyer there was a karaoke contest tonight and first prize was 150 dollars. Maria wanted to win that money, under ordinary circumstances she would be a shoe in but one quick glance at her body, occupied by Max, sitting across from her, reminded her that her current circumstances were far from ordinary. She was going to have to find a way to convince Max to get up on the stage and win her the money. She would have gone up herself, in Max’s body and given it her all, but she had heard Max sing before. Unbeknownst to Liz, the night Future Max had visited her, Maria had overheard Present Day Max serenading Liz with a mariachi band, as she was walking to her car after her shift. At first she thought that maybe a cat had gotten into the CrashDown trash and was choking on a chicken bone or something. But, it had turned out to be Max attempting to woo Liz back with a song. And so, knowing Max couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, now, not only was she still stuck in the body of a male alien hybrid, she was also out 150 dollars.
Liz’s voice was the first one to gather everyone’s attention to the same discussion. “Can we shut up about our suck ass day and just focus on a way to resolve this problem?” Michael had had enough of the on-going arguments and more importantly, enough of the uncomfortable shoes he was still wearing while in Liz’s body.
The group quickly quieted down with only one last comment out of Isabel’s mouth about ‘having the fewest interceptions during a whole season.’
“You know, Michael, if you can come up with any new and promising ideas that we haven’t already tried, then please enlighten us.” Isabel put down the frosty glass she was holding against Kyle’s bruised face and stared at Liz, waiting for Michael to answer.
He was silent for a moment then let out a sigh and ran a hand through Liz’s long, dark locks. “I got nothing”. He leaned back in the booth and looked at the rest of the group.
“Where’s the box now, Max?” Asked Tess. “Do you think there’s any chance of giving it one last try? Maybe it had time to recharge itself. Wasn’t that a possibility?” Tess was hopeful at the thought. She didn’t think she could take another day of Dodge ball, or what she now considered to be ’Target Practice’.
“I had to leave it at the museum.” Max answered. “Technically, it belongs to Brody and if it went missing I’d be the first person he’d suspect.”
“God, so what are we going to do? I can’t handle another minute like this, much less the ever growing possibility of being stuck in this stupid body forever.” Isabel groaned
“Hey!” Kyle looked over to where Isabel sat, eyes narrowing. “Watch whose body you’re calling stupid, okay? It isn’t much better being stuck in you, sister. What with the mascara getting in my eyes, trying to do anything with these talons you call fingernails, and, did you know you have split ends?” Kyle reached up and pulled at a strand of hair to make his point.
Alex looked across the table at Isabel, making Tess’s eyes go wide with fear. Max and Michael quickly scooted as far as they could get across the red booth seat, desperate to escape the fallout of Kyle’s unfortunate statement.
Isabel just sat there in silence. Deadly silence. Kyle, realizing his mistake, quickly let the hair fall back across Isabel’s shoulders.
“Uh, actually, what I meant to say was…well, actually, I ummm…” Kyle looked around the table, desperate for some help, but found everyone else suddenly engrossed in other things. Maria was hiding behind the karaoke flyer, Max and Michael were suddenly enthralled by the salt and pepper shakers, Alex was staring intently at the ceiling whistling an unknown tune, and Tess and Liz actually got up and headed towards the restroom. They made it all the way to the door before they dared to turn around apprehensively.
Still silent, Isabel fixed Kyle with a cold look. He watched as his body stood up, eyes never breaking contact. Kyle was certain he would never be able to match the look of anger that was now shown on his face. Beads of sweat were now beginning to form across Isabel’s forehead, and Kyle sunk back even farther in the booth as Isabel reached down for his coat and turned away from the table.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief and Liz and Tess started to head back to the booth.
Instead of heading out the door, Isabel went up to the bar where a dark haired guy was nursing a beer and watching a basketball game on the small television behind the counter.
“Excuse me; you’re Jesse Ramirez, right? You used to play football for East Roswell?” Isabel knew exactly who he was. The elusive senior jock from West Roswell’s rival had been the talk of the girl’s locker room when Isabel had been a freshman.
“Yeah, I graduated three years ago. I’m playing at UNM now. I’m just home for a break.” He reached over and shook the hand that Isabel offered. “Valenti, right? Man, you’re on track to be the first pick in the state by the recruiters. Have you thought about coming to UNM? We could sure use talent like yours.” Jesse picked up his beer and took a sip waiting for an answer.
“Actually, I haven’t given it much thought, but I may just have to keep you guys in mind.” With her answer, she reached over and pulled Jesse to her, meeting his lips in a solid kiss.
Seconds passed as the restaurant seemed to fall into a deadly silence. Jaws dropped at the table she had recently vacated and Kyle was as close to having a heart attack as one could humanly get.
“See ya ‘round, Jesse.” Isabel gave him a wink and sauntered towards the door. Jesse just stared after him, shock apparent on his face.
He quickly recovered as ‘Kyle’ walked out the door to the parking lot.
“So, do you like, want my number?” Jesse called out hopefully to Kyle’s retreating back.
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Re: What's A Girl Like Me...(CC,All,TEEN) AN 9/11/08
by Kyles_Babes » Fri Sep 12, 2008 12:58 pm
OK guys....couple of things....if you haven't checked out the amazing banner on the first post, please do!!!! I was thrilled with it (courtesy of pijeechinadoll) Also, this part is VERY short.....more of an interlude, because I wanted to split the end into two parts and I couldn't seem to find a good place to do it. So, the next part after this will be the end. 
Thank you again for ALL your awesome feedback, it has made me smile everytime I read it. I'm so happy that you are enjoying this fic. I hope continue to read and have fun with the end. And another big thanks too Maya and Egyptian_Kiss for their help.
PART 10-------
Previously......
“Actually, I haven’t given it much thought, but I may just have to keep you guys in mind.” With her answer, Isabel reached over and pulled Jesse to her, meeting his lips in a solid kiss.
Seconds passed as the restaurant seemed to fall into a deadly silence. Jaws dropped at the table she had recently vacated and Kyle was as close to having a heart attack as one could humanly get.
“See ya ‘round, Jesse.” Isabel gave him a wink and sauntered towards the door. Jesse just stared after him, shock apparent on his face.
He quickly recovered as ‘Kyle’ walked out the door to the parking lot.
“So, do you like, want my number?” Jesse called out hopefully to Kyle’s retreating back.
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Kyle tore off out into the parking lot the moment he could pick his jaw up off the floor. The rest of the group was sitting in a stunned silence.
“Isabel!” Kyle shouted as he watched her turn the key in the jeep. He was seeing red! He was ruined. Destroyed. Finished. There was no way in hell he could ever walk back into the Pizza Pan again, let alone face anyone inside of it. Hell, it would be all over town by morning.
Kyle watched his still angry face throw him a glare before pulling out of the lot and driving off in a hurry- leaving a whirl of dust in its wake.
“Buddha help me,” Kyle said, running his hands through Isabel’s hair before retreating to sit down on the curb, no way in hell he was going to go back inside.
“Kyle?” Alex’s voice called. Kyle fought the urge to shrug off his girlfriend, but she sat down quietly beside him.
“I’m gonna kill her. I’m going to take her out to the desert and use her own powers to kill her, and then I’ll bury the body.” Kyle exclaimed, face in his hands.
“Uh, there’s just one fault in your plan, Buddha Boy,” Tess told him. “Isabel is in your body. You kill her....you kill yourself.”
“Ah crap! This whole thing sucks.” Kyle shouted up at the sky.
Tess rubbed one of Alex’s hands against Kyle’s back in an attempt to soothe him.
“Come on Kyle, it’s not 'that' bad. She’s just angry. We all are at this point. Once we’re back to normal I promise I can make everyone forget what happened,” she said hopefully, removing her hand to stand when she heard the others starting to join them.
Kyle got up and turned slowly around to face the group. “Back to normal, Tess? How do you know that we’ll ever be back to normal again? We have no idea what happened, and worse, we have no idea how to fix it!” Kyle pounded Isabel’s fist against the hood of the Jetta.
“Kyle’s right,” Michael piped up. “We don’t know anything right now. We need to stop wasting time pretending to be each other and just get down to fixing this. We can worry about everything else later.”
“I think, for once, I agree with Michael.” Liz looked at the group. “We need to focus on getting ourselves back into our own bodies. No more worrying about keeping up appearances. We need to solve this, and do it soon.”
The rest of the group nodded in agreement, looking around at one another.
“So how about calling it a night and getting a fresh start in the morning?” Max asked. “Seven o’clock sound good?”
After agreeing, the group started to go their own ways.
Tess, Michael, and Kyle were the only ones that stayed back to linger a bit longer.
Crossing his arms across Isabel’s chest uncomfortably, Kyle turned to face the others, “So you guys really think we have a chance in hell of geting out of this anytime soon?”
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Next day.....
“…quick look at the traffic today. An accident on State Road 285 South at Exit 64 has traffic backed up all the way to the 71 Interchange. No injuries have been reported. More as this story develops.” Alex groaned and reached over to shut off the alarm. Throwing back the covers, he slowly got up from bed and made his way to the bathroom. Yawning, he made his way to the door and he glanced up in the mirror and let out an unbelieving gasp. His own reflection was staring back at him. He looked down to see his favorite sleepwear, worn sweats and a tee shirt with ‘The Clash’ printed across the front. Not quite believing that he was back to normal, he quickly stepped back and looked around. Guitar in the corner? Check. Band posters on the wall? Check. Navy and black plaid comforter? Check. Nothing pink or fluffy in the room? Check. It was true. Letting out the breath he had been holding, Alex couldn’t help but allow himself to fall back into bed. Pumping his fist in the air, he allowed himself a moment to revel at being back in his own body.
Then his mind took off. How, exactly DID he get back into his body? When they left the Pizza Pan the night before, they were no closer to finding a solution than they had been for the past three days. Did the effects just wear off? Was Max or one of the others able to figure something out after he had left? Needing some sort of answer he quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the first person that popped into his head.
Thank you again for ALL your awesome feedback, it has made me smile everytime I read it. I'm so happy that you are enjoying this fic. I hope continue to read and have fun with the end. And another big thanks too Maya and Egyptian_Kiss for their help.
PART 10-------
Previously......
“Actually, I haven’t given it much thought, but I may just have to keep you guys in mind.” With her answer, Isabel reached over and pulled Jesse to her, meeting his lips in a solid kiss.
Seconds passed as the restaurant seemed to fall into a deadly silence. Jaws dropped at the table she had recently vacated and Kyle was as close to having a heart attack as one could humanly get.
“See ya ‘round, Jesse.” Isabel gave him a wink and sauntered towards the door. Jesse just stared after him, shock apparent on his face.
He quickly recovered as ‘Kyle’ walked out the door to the parking lot.
“So, do you like, want my number?” Jesse called out hopefully to Kyle’s retreating back.
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Kyle tore off out into the parking lot the moment he could pick his jaw up off the floor. The rest of the group was sitting in a stunned silence.
“Isabel!” Kyle shouted as he watched her turn the key in the jeep. He was seeing red! He was ruined. Destroyed. Finished. There was no way in hell he could ever walk back into the Pizza Pan again, let alone face anyone inside of it. Hell, it would be all over town by morning.
Kyle watched his still angry face throw him a glare before pulling out of the lot and driving off in a hurry- leaving a whirl of dust in its wake.
“Buddha help me,” Kyle said, running his hands through Isabel’s hair before retreating to sit down on the curb, no way in hell he was going to go back inside.
“Kyle?” Alex’s voice called. Kyle fought the urge to shrug off his girlfriend, but she sat down quietly beside him.
“I’m gonna kill her. I’m going to take her out to the desert and use her own powers to kill her, and then I’ll bury the body.” Kyle exclaimed, face in his hands.
“Uh, there’s just one fault in your plan, Buddha Boy,” Tess told him. “Isabel is in your body. You kill her....you kill yourself.”
“Ah crap! This whole thing sucks.” Kyle shouted up at the sky.
Tess rubbed one of Alex’s hands against Kyle’s back in an attempt to soothe him.
“Come on Kyle, it’s not 'that' bad. She’s just angry. We all are at this point. Once we’re back to normal I promise I can make everyone forget what happened,” she said hopefully, removing her hand to stand when she heard the others starting to join them.
Kyle got up and turned slowly around to face the group. “Back to normal, Tess? How do you know that we’ll ever be back to normal again? We have no idea what happened, and worse, we have no idea how to fix it!” Kyle pounded Isabel’s fist against the hood of the Jetta.
“Kyle’s right,” Michael piped up. “We don’t know anything right now. We need to stop wasting time pretending to be each other and just get down to fixing this. We can worry about everything else later.”
“I think, for once, I agree with Michael.” Liz looked at the group. “We need to focus on getting ourselves back into our own bodies. No more worrying about keeping up appearances. We need to solve this, and do it soon.”
The rest of the group nodded in agreement, looking around at one another.
“So how about calling it a night and getting a fresh start in the morning?” Max asked. “Seven o’clock sound good?”
After agreeing, the group started to go their own ways.
Tess, Michael, and Kyle were the only ones that stayed back to linger a bit longer.
Crossing his arms across Isabel’s chest uncomfortably, Kyle turned to face the others, “So you guys really think we have a chance in hell of geting out of this anytime soon?”
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Next day.....
“…quick look at the traffic today. An accident on State Road 285 South at Exit 64 has traffic backed up all the way to the 71 Interchange. No injuries have been reported. More as this story develops.” Alex groaned and reached over to shut off the alarm. Throwing back the covers, he slowly got up from bed and made his way to the bathroom. Yawning, he made his way to the door and he glanced up in the mirror and let out an unbelieving gasp. His own reflection was staring back at him. He looked down to see his favorite sleepwear, worn sweats and a tee shirt with ‘The Clash’ printed across the front. Not quite believing that he was back to normal, he quickly stepped back and looked around. Guitar in the corner? Check. Band posters on the wall? Check. Navy and black plaid comforter? Check. Nothing pink or fluffy in the room? Check. It was true. Letting out the breath he had been holding, Alex couldn’t help but allow himself to fall back into bed. Pumping his fist in the air, he allowed himself a moment to revel at being back in his own body.
Then his mind took off. How, exactly DID he get back into his body? When they left the Pizza Pan the night before, they were no closer to finding a solution than they had been for the past three days. Did the effects just wear off? Was Max or one of the others able to figure something out after he had left? Needing some sort of answer he quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the first person that popped into his head.
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