Jamie looked uneasily over at Julie's husband. As much as she wanted to take advantage of these turn of events and use Julie Hitchcock's money to help her grandmother, she didn't think she'd be able to keep up the ruse forever. At some point, Julie's husband would most likely make some sort of contact with her. A kiss, a hug, something. And when that happened, he'd get switched with another person, and then he'd know that she wasn't really his wife to begin with.
He drove the car with precision and then parked in the restaurant parking lot. Jamie got out and closed the door. It was time to walk in these shoes again. Just take it nice and slow, she thought. So she did.
"Honey, hurry up," Julie's husband said, probably wondering why she was taking so long.
Jamie quickened her pace and ended up stumbling, but Julie's husband didn't see it, fortunately. Once she got into the building (the place was called Geno's, an authentic Italian restaurant, and was very expensive - obviously Jamie had never eaten there), the maître d' checked their reservation and led them to their table.
"Madam, may I take your coat," the maître d' said softly and politely.
Jamie smiled. No one had ever called her "madam" before. No one had ever been that polite. She nodded to him, then took off the fur coat and handed it to him.
Julie's husband pulled out a chair for Jamie and she sat down, making sure she crossed her legs, just like other more popular girls did.
After sitting down, Julie's husband looked at his watch.
"What's wrong?" Jamie asked.
"We're late. I expected Robert to be here already. Where is he?"
"Listen to me," Robert said. "I'm not who you think I am."
The girl holding him hostage put the knife up to his throat. "I told you to shut your fucking mouth, bitch."
"But I can help you. I'm a member of a Fortune 500 company. If you want money ..."
"That ain't what I want, so just shut it, or I'll start carving ya up."
Robert stayed quiet, until he watched the college girl grab a piece of duct tape. "Wait. I ..." The girl put the tape over his mouth.
"There," the girl said, smiling. "That's better." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, grabbing the girl's attention. "Who is it?" she called out.
Robert heard a woman say in a loud and authoritative voice "Attention. This is Officer Ted Stark of the police department. I ..."
"What the fuck?" the girl shrieked back. "I told you dopes not to bring in the cops. All right, that's it. I'm killing this bitch."
"No!" the woman shouted. "No, don't! Wait! Stop!"
"And why exactly should I do that?" the girl yelled back.
"Because, uh ... because if you kill her, you won't have any leverage, and there's nothing to keep me from coming in and arresting you."
The college girl fell silent for a moment, thinking it over, then said "All right. She stays alive ... for now. But you better beat it. And I know you probably got more cops parked outside. They better leave, too. I'm not a patient guy. This chick isn't gonna keep her head for long."
Robert could feel the blade poking his neck. It would take just a small movement of her hand to pierce his skin and cause his neck to bleed out.
"Look," the woman said. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"
"I want my fucking penis back, all right?" the college girl shouted. "I'm not a girl. And I don't care what you or anyone else says. This ain't natural and I'm not waiting around for you guys to sit on a bunch of committees and figure out what's what. I wanna be a man again, and pronto."
Robert looked up at the girl, thinking that she had lost her mind. Did she really think that she was a man? That was ridiculous.
Little did Robert know, he was a girl now too. But so far, he was unaware of the body swapping phenomenon. When he found himself in this college dorm room, he had already been tied up, so he wasn't able to see that he was dressed in a pink halter top and tight girl's jeans. He just figured that he must have blacked out and then woken up as this crazy girl's hostage. If he ever got released, he'd be in for a major shock.
Julie ran as quickly as she could, and the fact that she was wearing sneakers (instead of her usual high heels) helped quite a bit. Although, she would have rather worn her heels, as he was more used to them. But in this girl's body, it might have looked out of place.
Another three minutes later, she arrived at the Geno's restaurant, out of breath, but glad that she was able to make it. She spotted Will's car in the parking lot and then headed into the building.
The maître d' spotted her and looked at her with contempt. "You're not allowed in here," he said.
"My husband is here," she said.
"That doesn't matter. We only accept a certain class of people in this restaurant, and you, my dear, do not look to be ..."
Julie's temper was rising. "Just get out of my way," she said, grabbing the maître d' and pulling him out of the way.
Suddenly, a wave of confusion flashed across his face. He looked around. "Where am I?"
Julie's eyes went wide, realizing that she had just caused the maître d' to switch with someone, even though she wasn't meaning to.
As the "former" maître d' walked around aimlessly, Julie darted into the dining area and scanned the room for her husband. Several patrons (some of which she actually knew) looked at her with distaste, probably wondering why someone like her was interrupting their fine dining experience.
She ignored them, as she tried to find her husband. And a moment later, she did.
Julie marched over to the table, noticing that Jamie (the impostor) was sitting across from her husband, and was dressed in her clothes and her jewelry.
"Will," Julie said.
Her husband turned and looked at her. An unpleasant expression came over his face. "Do I know you?"
"It's me. Ju ..."
"I know her," Jamie suddenly said, cutting Julie off.
Will turned towards her. "You know her? From where?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh ... she's a friend of a friend."
"I didn't know any of your friends had friends with such ... low stature." He said that last part, with a bit of distaste, as if someone like Jamie were no better than a worm.
"You'd be surprised," Jamie said, standing up. Then she grabbed Julie's arm and pulled her away from the table.
"I know who you are," Julie said.
"I know who you are too," Jamie said. "You're Julie Hitchcock. But anymore. Now you're Jamie Fitzpatrick, a high school dropout that lives with her grandmother."
"No, I'm not. You may think it's fine taking over my life to do god knows what, but it's not fine. I'm not keeping quiet about this. My husband will know the truth and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Oh yeah? As far as anyone in this restaurant is concerned, I am Julie Hitchcock. Who do you think will take you seriously? I'll just tell them that your some crazy girl. They'd probably believe me."
"Why are you doing this?" Julie asked.
"I want your money," Jamie said.
Julie rolled her eyes. "Figures."
"I want to use it to help my grandmother. She's sick and ..."
"Oh, how noble," Julie said, bitterly.
"Listen. I'm trying my best here to ..."
Suddenly, they heard glass breaking. They turned around and saw Will flailing his arms and legs around and crying non-stop. There was broken glass on the table and on the floor.
They ran to the table and looked at him. "Will?" Julie asked.
Will kept flailing his arms and legs, uncontrollably, and accidentally kicked the table over, causing everything on it to fly through the air.
"What's wrong with him?" Julie asked.
"I think he swapped with a baby," Jamie said.
