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This feels so strange. I have fallen asleep on this couch before, but I never felt like this when I woke up. My head feels so much heavier. What the hell did I just see? I'll look down again and those won't be there. "Oh Shit." Something is seriously wrong here! Maybe it's a dream. I'll pinch myself and then I'll wakeup. "Oh Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," nothing changed. How can I explain this to my wife? Oh, honey by the way I grew boobes this afternoon while I was sleeping. She'll never buy that. I'll be homeless. I have to figure this out before she gets home from running her errands. What the hell is going on? I have to get some air. My legs are lighter, I feel lighter, my briefs and pants are barely holding on. Pull yourself together, just grab them and hold them up and get to the bathroom. Maybe I can buy myself more time if I keep myself out of sight. At least I seem to step quieter now, now let me just pull the door closed, damn squeak. What the hell just happened? This is not real. It can't be real. This must be a hallucination. Maybe I'm deprived of water, or food, or one of those bastards at work might have slipped me an LSD tablet in my water bottle as I exited the building. Well I might as well make the best of this and see what my face looks like. Oh dear lord, I look like my daughter Nichole. This sucks I can't even have fun in my hallucinations, I might as well be at work! I wonder if whatever I'm on makes see my daughter differently. Hell, maybe she could get me to hospital if I'm not still lying down. Wait, I can't really be her, she can't be me. Is she me? I have to check, I'll have go to her room. All right you can do this Earl. Just cast your hand out and wrap upon her door. "Knock, Knock," there I did it, but she's not answering my knock. I guess it wouldn't hurt to peek inside. My daughter is rolling over in her bed, she doesn't look like she's awake, oh my god. "Why are you in my body?" Did I just scream at myself? "No you're in mine!" Oh Shit I'm not hallucinating. "What the hell happened Nichole?" "I don't know." "What could have possibly done this?" "I don't know! Stop badgering me Daddy!" That was a bit defensive, but she wouldn't do this. "Nichole we have to figure this out. We can't go around living each others lives." "Listen Daddy, I don't know what happened, but until we can figure out how to undo it were going to be stuck like this. We have to learn each others lives quickly or else I might get fired from your job, and you could get me suspended from school or grounded!" Dear god she's right. This could really damage or destroy both of our lives if we don't get each other down pat. "All right Nichole. First of all I'm a pitchman for the sales department. Your job is to read what our ad firm creates and sell the idea as brilliant to our clients no matter how bad it may actually be. You have good conversational skills. I think you can do this job." "I know I can Daddy." "Good girl. Second as far my life, you know my friends names, and my coworkers are forced to wear name tags. With your mother, my pet name for her is Candy." "Candy, couldn't you be more original?" "Please don't ask about that, and try to keep her at arms length over the weekend. She won't want to have to sex with you during the week, because she finds her job very tiring." "I got it covered Daddy. Now let me fill you in on my life. First of all your curfew is ten o'clock, because you and Mommy are so damn overprotective." "That's because we love you honey." "Okay, sure. My school uniforms are hanging in the closet. I tend to wear it with black tights, because I don't like to wear knee socks. You should tie your hair back into a ponytail when you go to school, because the administration has started to crack down on girl's who wear complex hair styles. "Why?" "They started to come down on us, because we kept trying out do each other's hair styles, and they claimed we were distracting each other, and the boys. When you come home, I usually wear a jogging suit, so change into that. If you have to go out I'll pick out what you will wear, so that you don't embarrass me. My friends will make their presences known to you, and you don't even really have to know their names." "Alright Nichole I got it." I know her friends and I don't like them. I think I'll take this chance to get you away from those girls dear. "Finally Daddy, You will call me Daddy, and I will call you Nichole." "All right, Nichole." "What did I just say young lady?" "All right, Daddy." That was awkward, oh dear lord I heard the sound of a car door closing. Yep, it's my beautiful wife walking up the stoop and opening the door. Come on lets this go well, good Nichole is walking over to give her a kiss her on the cheek like I usually do. "Hi Honey." "Hi Earl, how was your day?" "It was good dear." Does Nichole have her arm around Jess? Lay off my wife Nichole, "Hi Jess...er Mom." "Hi Nichole." "How was your day at school?" "The same as it always is." Why is she shaking her head? "When are you going to stop treating school like a joke?" "I don't treat it like a joke." "Oh really! Did you finish your homework Nichole?" Come on Nichole give me a nod; please don't shake your head, damn! "No." "Well then missy, go upstairs and finish it immediately, and I'll check it this time to make sure you completed it." I can't believe this. She's can't tell the difference. She's treating me like her daughter. This sucks! Now I have to do her homework. This suck's! Oh, I slammed that door a little too loud. She might get mad about that. All right let me pull the chair up to the desk. Let's see, her syllabus is showing me her nightly homework. Let's see what she needs to do. Okay, math, English, and History are on the agenda. Do equations 12, and 27 in chapter 8. Read chapter two in The Color of Water. Read chapter 8, "The Era of Good feeling," for history. Let me take out the math book and do those equations first. I know this stuff; I was fairly good at it. That's it I got it. It's all coming back to me. I'm going to read the chapter in The Color of Water next, and finish with the history chapter. Divide by 2. With the exclusion of the English assignment this homework isn't going to be all that hard, because I remember this stuff and I minored in history. That's the first one. Let me the second. Find the area of a trapezoid. Well this is pointless, let me just take the sum of its bases, and multiply the sum by the height of the trapezoid, and then divide two. 8 plus 28, so it's 36 times 10. 360 divided by 2 equals 180. Good, done, let me just pull out that book. You know, I am going to pull this girl's grades up if I take a couple of tests in her body. How else can I improve my daughter's life..."Nichole dinner is ready, and bring down your homework too." Yes dinner finally. Whew these stairs seem a little bigger now, and it seems to take a little more time to get down them. A Chicken dinner, usually we have steak on Wednesdays. "Look Nichole, your father wanted something that you like for once." "Thanks Mom and Dad." Thanks for nothing Nichole. I hate chicken. I'll just take a couple of more bites and ask to be excused. This isn't bad, it tastes pretty good, and she doesn't like it. That's right we have different taste buds now. Excellent! Let me just finish up. "Mom can I be excused?" "Yes dear, but clean up your plate while I check your homework." Please be done right, I don't want to do this again. Stupid gravy, rinse off my dish! "Good job on the math homework dear. You'll be proud to hand this in tomorrow." "Thanks mom." "Is this all of your written homework?" "Yes mom." "Can you prove it?" "I checked it dear." "Okay Earl. All right Nichole your excused." "Thanks mother." What the hell am I going to do? I can't go to school. I hated that the place the first time I went, and now I have to repeat it. My stomach is turning from all this stress. I should go to bed, but it's only seven. Hell maybe I can sleep of these worries. Up the stairs, close the door, and set the alarm. Good, now to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Beep. Beep. Beep." My god I hate that sound, where's the snooze button. Let me grab the clothes from the closet. Now let me pull a bra, panties, and tights from the dresser. I got to take a shower, let me just put the hair iron on, like she said you have to let it warm up. "Oh," the floor is cold in here. Let me hang this on the towel hook, and place the underwear on the sink basin. Good I have everything. Oh shit, I have to undress. Just take it all off and don't look down. Good, damn that water is hot. Got it right now, that feels so good. Oh dear God this is disgusting. Why do I have to see my daughter's body naked? It will all be over soon just keep applying that soap faster. All right now for the shampoo. Her hair takes so long to lather damn it, why does she keep it so long? Well I guess it's for looks. Hell I went for her mother, because of her long blonde hair. Just step back beneath the shower and let the water cleanse my hair and skin. Oh, that feels heavenly. I feel better now, let me get the towel. What does my wife do, she pats her self with it. Okay I can do that. Keep patting, don't look down, and don't look down, done! I'm dry enough now, and I guess I'll put on the panties that I brought in with me first. Keep your eyes off of what your slipping it onto, you know its there. There is no need for a visual. Done, you know the soft cotton feels pretty. "Oh, I did not just think that." Now I have to put on the bra. It looks to small, but I'll try it anyway. Come on hook, hook it, a little further, come on, got it. "Wow!" Now I got to put on the tights. All right I've got to roll it down. Okay. Now I have put both feet in. Are my toes up against the end? Yes. Now I have to just pull it up my legs. Well then that's that. Oh god, I feel like such a chick. Let me get the skirt on first. Don't worry just like pants, except its put on two legs at a time with no divider. Okay, now let me put on the blouse. You know this fabric feels kind of scratchy. All right and now it's time to put on the sweater. Okay, now I am going to do my hair and I'll be one step closer to ending this nightmare for another morning. I need a brush, hair dryer, and the hair iron. I'm so screwed in this body in the mornings. I have to run a hot iron through my hair to get it straight. I never realized why Nichole got up two hours before her school was to begin, but now I know. Why do girls put up with this? Just to look presentable in today's society. Even that doesn't seem like a good enough reason. Damn it! That frigging iron nearly burned me! "Ow, Ow, Ow. Damn it!" That's it I'm just pulling it back like she said. Where's one of her pony tail holders. There it is. There we go, wrap it around the finger and the hair. Thank god my hair looks good enough. Let me grab her make up. She gave me some instructions. Start by applying the mascara. Damn depth perception. I have to get this next to my eye, but not in it. Well isn't this a wonderful creation of science and society! Alright I got it on. That wasn't so bad. One more thing here, paint on lip-gloss. Oh crap it's not even a lipstick. I really have to paint this on. You know this girl really does have steady hands; I could never do this in my old body. Man, I will never complain about how long it takes my wife to get ready again. Maybe I'll become better husband because of this. "You always got to look on the bright side of life," as Monty Python would say. I have to use each step towards the kitchen as a chance to mentally prepare myself for the school day. I know that I can handle the work, but I don't know if I can handle the boys. I know that my daughter is popular with the guys. This could be horrible. Let me sit down here. Nice, Jessica has prepared and set a breakfast out for us. I guess Nichole is finished. Turn away kid do you have to watching me and Jess eat. "Earl can you drive Nichole to school today before you go to work?" "Of course dear. Come on Nichole finish up, we have to go soon." Is my daughter rushing me, while Jessica is washing her plate in the sink? Why is Nichole looking at me, and why is walking over now? I'm just eating breakfast. She reached me, and she's moving towards my ear, "Daddy you can't sit with your legs apart while you're wearing a skirt. I can see all the way up it." Draw your legs together old man, and make sure your calves are touching. I knew that girls had to sit like this or sit cross legged, but I never realized that I would have to do it to. Let me take my plate to the sink and let the water run across it. Good it's done and let's put it in the dishwasher. Just close the door to it. Is this what my life will be from now on? "Come on let's go," what did Nichole hand me, oh her school bag, great. Just nod your head and follow her out the door. "Don't worry Nichole I can still drive, you have a learners permit. What the..." "No Nichole you're riding in that seat." "Try to keep your head up Daddy; it's not that bad in passenger's seat." Buckle your seatbelt she's drawing back the gear. She's driving pretty fast. "Can you slow down sweetie?" "No" This is going to be a nightmare, oh dear lord there's the school's frame imposing itself on the skyline before us. Wow she actually can drive. Has she been stealing my car and taking it out? "Ni...." "Get out and have a good day. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "I won't." Get out of the car now; you don't want this line of conversation going on any further. Just put your curiosity about her actions on hold until she gets home from work. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 14, 2005 Dear Nichole's Diary, "Nichole if you are reading this, my apologies, I needed a place to describe my day, and this was the most secret way I could." I opened the front door and stared around the schools lobby. The school hadn't changed much since I had attended it some 20 years earlier. I hoped that the teaching staff was more fun now. At the very least I knew where her classes were, as I previewed her schedule. Let's see what they were on her schedule anyway. 1st Gym, 2nd English, 3rd Biology, 4th Spanish, 5th Lunch, 6th Math, 7th Study Hall, 8th History. Oh happy day. I improved my daughter's life in just one day. When I first went into the school, I turned around and looked at the girls that Nichole hung out with. The gaggle of wayward girls looked over at me and made their way over with smiles on their faces. "Hey Nichole" one spoke, as I turned my head to them and said, "Look girls I'm tired of hanging out with you, so if you'll excuse me I have to better myself." They laughed as I turned to walk away, then they realized, "You are serious aren't you?" I nodded back at them as I continue walking away. "We don't need you anyway bitch. Have fun by yourself." "Oh I will. You can bet I will," I retorted. The day passed fairly quickly until lunch. I had burned all of the bridges she had with her friends, so I had to find new people to sit with. I made my choice to sit with the boy's. At least I could talk about sports with them. I walked over to the boys with my tray and asked, "Can I sit here?" The boys with their horny smiles cleared a spot quicker than a bolt of lighting flashes across the sky. I saw that a couple of the boys were staring down by blouse, and know that they were checking out my legs, but I was prepared for this. The boys started to talk about sports and I felt right at home. Eric looked to Timmy and said, "I still can't believe that they never gave a gold glove to Guerrero." Timmy responded, "He's an alright fielder and he collects a lot of assists with his throws, but he's just not that good." "That's not a good enough reason for me" Eric retorted. "Vlade arm's is a cannon do you guys you remember how many runners he threw out last season, and those he held." The whole table of eight guys turned to look at me. "Nichole, you know baseball?" Timmy responded with an amusing perplexed look. "Of course I do. How did you guys not know that about me?" Their mouths shot closed about the subject and returned to the sport. I liked the attention and the shocked looks that my sports knowledge elicited. After finishing lunch I proceeded to my Math class. What an unbelievable day. I had the same boring math teacher that I had when I went there. I can't believe that he hasn't died or something. Fortunately I knew what I was doing this time around, and I impressed this guy with my knowledge of the subject. I enjoyed the dumbfounded expressions that he gave as I raised my hand and answered his questions correctly. He looked genuinely confused as I exited the classroom. I had to wait another period before I could shock anybody else with the newly acquired brilliance of their beautiful underachieving student. I walked into the history class room and flashed the young history teacher a wicked smile, and he seemed a little flushed. Mr. Robert's asked, "Who, besides George Washington, won the largest percentage of electoral votes for the presidency?" I stretched my hand out and said, "James Monroe." "Good Ms. Ford," he responded with an awkward look on his face. I was making this guy uncomfortable. He kept asking questions and I kept giving him the right answers. As the class ended he called me aside to see how I seemed to have gained about 50 points on my IQ overnight. I twirled my hair as he said that I should speak up more often. I licked my lips as he nervously called me intelligent, and said that he was glad to see that I had broken away from my "deviant friends." I sat on the first student desk that was situated before his and I hiked up my skirt, which caused him to cough as his eyes wandered. It felt so good to be a cock tease on a guy that you know can't touch you. I dismissed myself as I noticed that he had an obvious erection, in addition to the sweat that was running down his forehead I took the bus home and finished my homework, before Jessica got home. I'll let her check it if she wants, but I hope she doesn't find about the switch for awhile. This is simply too much fun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think I should go down to the kitchen, and wait to hear how Nichole's day at work went. She should be home soon. I wonder how she did. I really hope she didn't blow the sale today. That client was really important to me. She couldn't have let it slip through her fingers. Could she? I mean she's not a professional, but she's too persuasive to blow it. That's it, I'm just going to sit at the kitchen table and wait for her. A car pulled up. Is it Jessica or Nichole? Let me see the frame of the figure walking to the door and the hand twisting the key in the lock. It's Nichole! Awesome, I can talk to her before we have to shut up about it when Jess gets home! "Nichole sweetie, how did your day at work go?" "First of all, again, it's Daddy right now. Get in the habit of saying it, because we don't want any slip ups. Second, I got the sale. They hung on my every word. I never realized how much respect people could give someone when they talked. Oh, Nichole you should have been there I was on fire. I think I'm perfectly suited for the job. I can't believe you get paid to convince that your company's way is the best way. It is so great!" "Please don't get too attached to my body. I really want it back if we can find out what did it." "You're right Nichole." She's really creeping me out, she's taking to this too easily, but then again so have I. Damn, I heard another car door close. It's definitely Jessica. This line of conversation will have to cease now. Jess is walking in; she is so pretty I can't wait to kiss her once more. What the hell, Jess just kissed Nichole on the lips! "Nichole did you finish your homework?" "Yes I did Mom." Just keep chocking that word out for a little while longer. "Good I'll check it later." She's turning to look at Nichole, "Earl how did your day at work go?" "It was great. I got the deal and a promotion." "A promotion!" She got a promotion in my body, and didn't tell me first. "Yes sweetie. They said they had no idea that I could be so persuasive." Jess just planted a kiss on Nichole's mouth! Why can't it be on mine? She can't be better than me at my own job. "I'm going to make a special meal for you tonight dear." "That sounds delicious even without a further word sweetie. Nichole go and set the table for your mother, and then help her make the meal if you're done with your work." Did she just tell me what to do, was that an order? She is acting like me and I do not like this. I'm really the parent in this situation. This is not how life is supposed to go. "What..." Jess is dragging me into the kitchen behind her. "Nichole honey can you set the table for me?" "Sure swe...Mom." Let me set the table and help her season the meat. Grab the dishes, plates, napkins, and forks, and knives. Okay, let me place them down. What side does the fork and napkin go on? Well who really cares. Let me go back and help her with the meat. "Pass me that spice dear?" "Sure." Oh man I keep spacing out while I do this. It's been about a half hour now. "Mom, when will it be done? "It's done now; you can bring it into your father." My father, that's my daughter, and now I have to serve her. Oh, god Nichole is giving me an approving stare and it's making Jess smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 15, 2005 Dear Nichole's Diary, Dinner last night was a real eye opener for me. We sat down to eat and I was served after the adults. I wanted to get out of their as Jess kept casting adoring stares at Nichole, who tried her best to deflect them. Nichole broke the silence between us when she said, "So are you getting your grades up in school honey? You know your semester final's are on Friday? You could get an A." "Get real Earl, that girl will never get above a B or C." I had never realized that my wife had given up on my daughter until that moment. I retorted, "That's not fair Jess...er Mom. I can get good grades, you just watch me. I'll ace those tests." The talk was not encouraging to me, but it brought a smile to Nichole's face. I guess, because it obviously got my wife out of the mood. As we each finish our dinner, I heard Nichole speak, so I turned to her, "Nichole go and help your mother clean the plates and table." I hadn't cleaned plates with Jess since before we had Nichole. I'm not used to taking orders, but I couldn't protest what she was doing. With the task finished I went up stairs to watch TV in bed. I was happy just thinking about the end of that day. As I started to walk up the stairs Jess grabs my arm and told me, "When you get home tomorrow I want you to vacuum the house, do you understand?" "Yes Mom," was all I could reply. I can't believe that she still's doesn't realize it. I hate being treated like a teenage girl. Come on and realize it Jess. On the other hand I had a great day at school today. I continued to tease my history teacher, and delightfully shock the rest of my teachers with "Nichole's" new found knowledge. I got asked out, by this guy at school named Ron. He's the kind of guy Nichole goes out with. This could be an interesting experience. I might be able to find out if she was behind the switch and trick her into changing us back, by appearing that I would go on a date with a guy from her school. Maybe she would admit, rather than let me go through with it. We are going out tomorrow night either way. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, no more excuses the homework's done and so is my diary entry. I have to go downstairs and vacuum. I have to do it before either one of them gets home. I'm ready now; Jess left it out and plugged in to save me the trouble, now all I have to do is flip the switch. That damn sound is so abrasive. You think they would come up with away to change its sound. I mean you have to keep it on so long to clean the floors thoroughly. You think they would be considerate of those who actually have to use their product. I'm done let me place it back in the closet. Oh good there's the familiar sound of a car pulling up outside. Good its Nichole walking in. "Hey Nichole" "Out of my way..." She must of had a bad day like I used to have, and I would say the same thing when I was tired and wanted to head for the couch when I came in. Let me make myself a snack. I think I hear my old voice muttering something. Let me go check on her. She is talking in her sleep! Maybe I can get something out of this. I have to see if she might tell me something useful, "How are you doing in my body?" "I'm all right daddy. Stop asking." "When are going to switch back?" "Don't worry this is temporary. All I wanted you do is to take my tests for me. I'll use the medallion to switch us back on Friday when I get home." "Where's the medallion." "It's safe, it's in your underwear draw. Stop asking." That's what I needed to hear. I have to get to my old dresser draw. Open it quietly, come on where is it? There it is poking out from beneath my underwear. Thank god. How should I get her back, I could switch back with her and tank her grades. No, I think I'm going to teach this girl a lesson by keeping her body through the weekend, and maybe make her think that she lost the medallion. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- - December 16, 2005 Dear Nichole's Diary, I took Nichole's test today, and I'm sure that I aced them all. She is going to have the best report card of her life. This girl might even be college material, if she can keep up what I got started for her. I'm going out with Ron tonight, and I am going to damage this girl's reputation. I'm going to be such a little tease. That will hurt her standing with the guys a little bit. I just finished dinner with them. Nichole looks so nervous like she lost something important. I'm really going to enjoy tonight. I'm going to have dinner on someone else's tab for a change. I hope Nichole enjoys her Friday night with my wife. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wonder what I should wear tonight. Nichole's closet is full of some fun numbers, but I wonder what will set him off the most. I like the pink blouse, let me slip it on. Oh yes that looks great on me and it fits like a glove and it seems to go well with my red nail polish. What will go good with this? The black skirt? No, no, the grey skirt is so much better looking. Oh this mini skirt shows off my legs. Let me check the mirror. Whew, I look that a model. Which earrings should I wear? Oh look at those. I didn't know she had these hoop earrings. Good, and now for the second, come on work the hatch. I got it! Wow those look great. It looks like I need something else. Maybe I should add some pink eye shadow. Apply it evenly and keep it steady. Done! That boy is going to being having wet dreams about me for months after tonight. Let me see, what shoes should I wear? That pair looks nice, but the heel is to short. Oh, look at those black strap pumps. Let me just hook these ankle straps. It's a little hard to walk in these, but I guess you have to sacrifice to look this good. Nichole is going to flip when I show her what I chose to wear. I think I just heard him come to the door and ask Jess if I was ready. This is it, I have to go now. Careful as you step down the steps you don't want to roll your ankle. Damn these things are awkward. Look at the fury in Nichole's eyes. "He went back to his car Nichole." "Okay Ma. Bye Mommy, bye Daddy." "Missy you are not going out in that number." Oh, this must really be a sultry number, she is so angry that I'm wearing it on a date. "Don't listen to him sweetie. Your daddy's stuck in the 1950's. Go out and have a good time." "Thanks Mommy," that look on Nichole's face is priceless. She is so pissed. Oh, I better not keep Ron waiting in his car for too long. Don't trip, don't trip. He's actually getting out to open my door, what a gentleman, and in a Corvette no less. "Thank you Ron." "Thank you for accepting this date." Just Flash a smile back to Nichole, look at that hopeless look on her face. That's right baby, this could have been yours if you weren't so damn lazy. "Where are we going to dinner?" "I was thinking of taking you to the Italian place down on Starksy Street." "I like that place it's really nice, but it's expensive." "Don't worry I work two after school jobs." "Where do you find the time for anything?" "I find it here and there, because I really don't have to study to get my grades." "What type of grades do you get?" "I get mostly B's and A's." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 17, 2005 Dear Diary, We had such a great time at the restaurant. The food was fantastic. After we were done Ron took me back to his house. I thought that I had found the perfect opportunity to spite Nichole, but it backfired on me. Instead of making out with him and leaving him hard. I just couldn't help myself. His hands felt too good on my skin, so we just did it. It all really started when I went to his room and took off my shoes, because my feet just hurt so much. I don't know what happened next, but he was rubbing me as we kissed, and I felt this surge inside my body as he seemed to tickle the right spot, and it just made me want him more. He got up and drove me home when we finished, but we were a little late. He told me that he would call me tomorrow and I kissed him goodbye as I tried to sneak into the house. It didn't work; my wife knew I wasn't at home. She said she was worried, because I was so late. That frightened look on Nichole's face made it worth whatever Jessica could shout out at me. I didn't really have anything to fear, because she's a peaceful woman. She looked back at me and just screamed, "You are so grounded Missy." To which Nichole interjected, "Let's not go crazy dear." It was so funny seeing my wife turn on her, she was all like, "What is wrong with you Earl? Have you lost your will?" Jess set the punishment at a month, and looked at Nichole, and shouted, "That's final," as Nichole reluctantly shook her head. I have to say watching Nichole stand helplessly as she saw her body getting grounded made this whole thing worth it. Jessica turned back to face me, and said, "Go to bed right now." This is so great. I'm going to switch back with that girl and she'll have to serve the punishment I just got her. But, maybe I'll keep her body for a little while longer. Maybe a little more of what I did will come to light, and she'll think twice before ever doing something like this again. Ron is awful nice. I hope we can really torture her together again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ring. Ring." Oh damn it's the phone. "H..." "Hello," that's my familiar voice, good Nichole picked up the phone. "Hello Mr. Ford." "Keri?" "Yes that right Mr. Ford, I wanted to tell you that your daughter is whore. She blew us off, and now were going to tell everyone about her little sex romp with Ron. Have a nice day." Nichole is dead silent, and Keri just slammed the phone. She's still silent, she grunted, and now she slammed it too. "Nichole, get your ass down here!" I can't wait to see the look on her face. Look her in the eyes as she yells at you to show that your not afraid of her, "What the hell were your thinking? I'm just glad that I got that call from Keri instead of my mother. You are ruining my life. You pissed off all of my friends and had sex with a guy on the first date. I wait to the third date, now all the guys are going to think I'm easy damn it." "Well it's not your life right now, and it's my reputation." "Did you steal the medallion? That's why I can't find it, because you took it." "Are you accusing me?" "Yes, what did you do with it?" "I've done nothing of the sort, and what medallion are you talking about? Oh my lord you had a hand in our change." "Well yes." "And now you can't find it, so were trapped like this? I'm going up to my room, and you better get used to the life you've stolen." "I'll find that medallion, just you wait." "Mom is pulling up the driveway. Go help your wife; I'll be in my room." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 21, 2005 Dear Diary, It's been a hectic couple of days, and it feels good to get what happened off my chest. Ron ended up calling me back and I snuck out to see him on Saturday, and we plan on meeting up again on Tuesday. There is no punishment that will keep me away from him. I can't believe that I was about to give up this body when he called. He called to tell me that his friend had told my old friends what happened between us. I kind of shot back some awkward deriding statements over the phone, but he apologized sincerely and I forgave him. I thank god that he called before I chose to switch back. We'll there is no threat of that anymore. I tossed that medallion in the trash at Ron's home, and I saw it get carted away to the dumps the next morning. Daddy seems to be accepting his lot in life more and more everyday. Mom tells me that he has never been more understanding of her or frisky for that matter. That's an image that I didn't need in my head, but hey all's well that end's well in the body and the mind.