(Originally written by: sandyseeker)
For some reason, you start to have a change of heart about switching. It's not so bad being Tatyana ... erm ... you mean Mrs. Novanovich.
Hmm. That was odd. How did you know your first name was Tatyana? It looks as though you've got her memories now. You remember growing up as a little girl in Minsk, but moving to go to college at Moscow State University. That's where you met Sergei, your husba- ...
"Oh, my God!" you whisper to yourself. "I know everything about Tatyana. I mean Mrs. Novanovich. I-I-I'm actually starting to think and act like her!"
You try again: you recall your sweet sixteen birthday party, the first boy you kissed, emigrating to the United States with your hunky husband Sergei... Arrrrrgh!
In a panic, you grab your purse and dash to the teacher's lounge. You need a smoke to calm your nerves. Thinking about your husband, Sergei, brought a flood of emotions and strange, unwelcome urges to your mind. The secret thoughts of a middle-aged woman don't belong in the head of a teenage boy!
Taking a long drag of your cigarette, you wonder if the real Mrs. Novanovich is a now girl-crazed guy?
What next?
