Alex (or rather Megan ... now) just nodded. He wondered how long this would last. If Megan could do whatever she wanted with his body, then why was he being led around by Linda in hers? The bed shifted as she lay down next to him, and he rolled into her arms, wrapping his arm around her waist and burying his head in her chest. She didn't seem to mind it and before he even realized he'd closed his eyes, he was fast asleep.
About a half hour later, Linda awoke with an urge to use the bathroom. She gently got off the bed and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She lifted up the toilet lid and did her business. But when it came time to flush, she had a problem. There must have been something clogging the drain, because the water came rushing back up. She grabbed a plunger and used it on the toilet. After she did, she saw what the problem was: a yellow sticky note. How something like that got into the toilet was anyone's guess. It was odd, but when she saw it, she had an overwhelming urge to read it. So, she reached down into toilet bowl (regardless of how dirty the water was) and picked up the soggy note.
Then she read it. "I wish I looked like someone else in my family, and my family knew it was me." She wondered why someone would write that. She also wondered why she had such an urge to read it. Shrugging, she tossed it in the bathroom trash can and flushed the toilet.
When she went to wash her hands, she was shocked. The reflection in the mirror was not her, but instead was ...
