Jon came to in a strange dimly lit bedroom. He'd had the strangest dream, that he'd...
He looked down, and strangled a yelp. It hadn't been a dream. He stumbled and found a light switch and turned it on.
He was in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house...and in an unfamiliar body. From the looks of it, he was a teenage girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen...he wasn't sure.
"Jenny," a female voice said, softly through the door. "Are you awake? I thought I heard a sound."
"Yes," Jon said, just as softly. He was Jenny, apparently. He had a dim memory of someone calling him Jenny Pierce.
The door opened, and the girl from before, the one who looked like Zoe, came in. She was wearing a nightgown. "Are you all right? You fainted and the police officer brought you back to our house."
"I'm fine.." he said, trying to smile weakly. "Everything is a bit blurry..." he lied. "What happened?"
"Well, you were going home to get your textbook, and then we were going to do our homework...and then I heard the crash..." She looked worried. "Grandma said you almost got hit..."
That must have been the woman who was standing there.
"My mom called your parents. They're taking the first flight tomorrow morning back," the girl continued.
"Linda, are you up there? Your friend needs her rest," a female voice called.
Jon suddenly stared at the other girl, suddenly realizing who she was, his jaw dropping again. He hadn't realized how much his mother looked like his sister until...he saw her in the flesh, as a teenager. He started to feel dizzy again.
