As I looked at my reflection, I came to realize that I wasn't alone in the restroom. Just ten feet to my right was ... me! I was looking at my body, except someone else was in control of it.
The shirt that my original body wore was gone, exposing the chubby, unfit and pasty white torso of a long-time geek. What was new was a full-length black leather overcoat, something that I would never wear.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" my body asked me. I was so stunned by how he was dressed and how he talked, that I wasn't sure what to say.
But then, when I got most of my senses back, I said "You have my body." The one in control of my body didn't say anything. Instead, he began to put black eyeliner around his eyes and black lipstick on his lips. To my horror, I realized who must have had my body now. It was a Goth!
"You have my body," I repeated, a little less shaky this time.
He turned his head towards me and glared. "I heard what you said. But now this is my body."
I couldn't believe it. A Goth had gotten a hold of my body and was now changing it to look Goth. He was making me (I mean, my body) look like a freak!
"Who are you?" I asked.
He turned and smiled at me with his black-painted lips. "My name's Raven."
