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Wednesday February 11th, 2015 "I don't know, Amanda. I'm really not comfortable doing it again." She reacted as if she had expected that answer. "You're just going to have to do it yourself this time." "I know I do. I'm just scared to do it. I'm not sure how he'll react." "Shouldn't that be a sign to you of how big of a douche bag he is?" "Trust me, I know first hand how big of a douche Jake is." Rob scratched at his face, exasperated. They were sitting on opposite sides of his dorm room. She had asked him if he wanted to do homework. They had done work for a while, but as usually happened, they got sidetracked with some other conversation. Since freshman year they had always used the excuse of doing homework to just hang out and talk. Their conversation topics hadn't changed much now that they had started their senior year. "Has he done anything harmful since you got back together?" "No, it's still just that one time at the party." She and Jake ended up at the same party a few weeks after they had broken up. Jake told her that she needed to leave and Amanda refused. He took it upon himself to push her out. "I wish I had been there for that." "I'm glad you weren't. You would have gotten expelled. Or arrested." "I wonder where he would have ended up." Amanda found Rob at a separate party to tell him what had happened. Rob rushed out of the party and Amanda had to get two of his fraternity brothers to stop him. "I'm still upset at Vince for that," Rob joked. He got serious again. "One time is too many, Amanda." "Are you talking about that night, or my request?" Rob thought for a second. "Both. We almost didn't get out of it last time." "But we know what to do this time. We've had practice." Amanda got up from her spot and came over to him. "And it was your idea last time." He remained in his desk chair but was still just a little under Amanda's eye level. He wasn't tall, but Amanda was only 5'1". "You were desperate and I wanted to make sure you were safe." "I really appreciate that and I can't thank you enough. I just need your help again." "Thank me?" Rob sighed, trying not to react too harshly. "You thanked me by getting back together with Jake after 4 months. And we were together for a lot of that, too." "I remember," she spat. "I've told you I'm sorry. I know I handled it poorly." Rob saw that she sincerely meant it. "I know, I've gotten over it. It just makes me wonder if it'll happen again... and if this is worth doing this again." Rob watched the gears in Amanda's head start turning. But he also took the opportunity to check her out again. She had been a runner, and her figure matched her height. She was a fit girl and very slim. She wore tight jeans today, which made her backside look fantastic, and a V-neck. He knew she wore a B-cup, which was a great size for her form. Anything too much bigger would have looked out of place. Rob didn't normally find Asians attractive, but Amanda was one of the prettiest girls he knew. She had a dark South Korean complexion with beautiful brown eyes and shoulder length black hair. "You objectifying me?" "Hm?" "I said, are you checking me out?" She leaned forward to taunt him with a glance down her shirt. There weren't many boundaries between them anymore. "Sorta. I'm also remembering." Amanda paused, realized, and stood up quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be weird." "It wasn't. There's a lot that has gone on between us." "Yea. And you want to do it again." "Need. I need to do it again." Rob laughed. "Oh what are you laughing at now?" "It sounded kinda sexual." "It is pretty erotic when you think about it." It was Rob's turn to stand up. He turned around, bent over, and wiggled his ass at Amanda. "So you like that?" Amanda laughed and pushed him into his desk. He turned back, shook his head, and smiled at her. The natural smile reminded Amanda of how attractive Rob was. She liked tall guys, even though most guys seemed tall to her. Rob only stood at 5'9" but she hadn't really mind his average height while they were together. He had a stern, handsome face that was framed by short, dark hair. He always said he hated his dark brown, almost black eyes, but they were one of his most distinctive features. He, too, was once a runner and had kept up his fitness. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was well-toned and had a nice body. "Nah, your ass only looks good in those light blue jeans." She was only half kidding. He had a nice butt, but she was crazy about the jeans she was referring to. "You did always say that." They looked into each other's eyes for a long while. They smiled at each other. As the silence stretched on, the smiles faded away. The gears were now turning in both of their heads. She's still with Jake. You can't kiss her yet, Rob thought to himself. "Just hug me." They knew each other well enough to know that they would never do it under these circumstances. They had both been cheated on and couldn't possibly justify doing it. Rob took the step between them and embraced her. Her head landed right under his chin and nuzzled softly into his chest. Her arms went around his waist and held him close. They both stirred inside and could feel the same thing happening in the other. He hadn't yet let go when he said it. "It didn't stop Jake last time." She knew by his tone that he didn't mean it as a justification for cheating. He was bringing it back to the first conversation. The tenderness of the moment faded and they separated. "I know it didn't. You can say you told me so." "I don't want to say it. But I did. And if you had listened the first fifty times you wouldn't be in this situation." It was a harsh thing to say, but Amanda took it as it came. "I know. I want to fix it, but I'm scared. And I need your help." "I'm here to help. I can talk to you all day and support you and you can come right here after you do it, to be safe. But you have to do it yourself this time. I can't live your life forever." "I tried to help you out last time too." She knew it was a weak defense. "I'd never deny that. You set me up with Jen perfectly. It didn't work out because of me, not you. I can't thank you enough for the opportunity. But sometimes we need to solve our own problems." "Oh what, you think we'd become addicted to it?" "Maybe." "Being you isn't that great, honey." "More likely, though, we'd just keep relying on it when things get tough. It's escapism in the most literal sense." Amanda sighed. "Again, it was your idea in the first place." She had nothing new to say so she had to return to the argument that she tried earlier. "I didn't think it would actually work." "And now we know it does!" Amanda dropped it like a bomb, hoping it would end the argument. He paused for long enough that she thought it had. "That doesn't actually refute the other part. Have you tried breaking up with him yourself?" "I've tried a few times. I get close and I've started talking to him. Then I think that it isn't so bad sometimes. And I remember what happened that one night." "You've just defined an abusive relationship. You realize that, right?" "Of course I do. That's why I know I need to break up with him. I just... can't." "You need to. I'm here to help you in any other way you need. But I can't do it for you, not again. You have to do this one yourself." His tone had taken a distinctive turn, and Amanda realized that it was final. "Fine. I have to go." She walked back across the room to start packing her bag back up. "I'm sorry. I want to help. Just not like that." He remained standing, not sure whether he should walk over and hug her again for comfort or just sit down. She finished packing the bag before he could make a real decision. "It's alright. I know you're right. It's just really emotional and I'm scared. But I have to try to do it myself." She walked back over to him and hugged him again. This one didn't last as long. Before it was over, though, she stood up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for trying to help, though." They walked down the hall and out of the dorm building in silence. They got outside and she looked at him. "I need some fresh air." She nodded and started walking away. "Good luck." She turned her head a little to smile back at him, a small tear in her eye. "Thanks." He watched all of her watching away. He especially found himself staring at her ass and began to stir inside again. He wasn't quite sure where she was going, but it seemed like she was heading in the direction of Jake's house. Rob figured he'd hear about it later. He stayed outside for a few minutes after Amanda was out of sight. He really had needed the fresh air. Their relationship was strong, but it was stressful at times. Most of their friends knew that they had a complicated friendship. They had argued as much as they enjoyed each other's company. It had gotten better as they got older, but they had been romantically involved more than once. And most recently Jake had gotten in the way of both their friendship and their romance. Even Jake knew how much Rob hated him. Most of their friends didn't like him, but for Rob it was personal. Too personal. Those were the parts of their relationship that everybody else knew about. They wouldn't believe the most complicated part: Amanda and he had spent over a week in the other's body. She was exaggerating when she said it had been his idea. The idea came up in one of their regular conversations. Well, sort of regular. There was a large amount of alcohol involved. He was telling Amanda of complications with a love interest named Jen... Friday April 4th, 2014 "She never really gives me a sign that she's interested in it. We've hooked up drunk or sober almost every night for the last month. But whenever I try to talk to her it's like talking to a brick wall." "Have you ever tried to just ask her if she sees it going anywhere?" "Well... not yet. We never get to that point in a conversation, because conversations barely actually happen." "Then why would you even be interested in her?" "There have been a few conversations, I don't know what it is about the situation, but she is just so much more comfortable. I don't know why, but a few times we've been able to just talk. I always think that it'll start happening more frequently, and I'll be able to actually ask about us, but then they just don't happen frequently. And whenever a good one does start I'm scared to bring it up because I don't want to scare the moment away." "Or find out that she isn't in to you?" "Or find out that she isn't in to me." "You just need to straight up ask. If it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out." "And the sex is pretty good too." Amanda grimaced at this. "What does this have to do with what I just said." "It doesn't. But if it goes south then I have to give that up too." Amanda just scoffed and started making herself another drink. They were getting close to finishing their junior years in college. Just about a month of classes left, then final exams and they would be done. "We should go out soon." It was a Friday night. They had started hanging out right at 4pm, after their last class, and had plans to go downtown once the rest of their friends were ready. They'd been drinking for most of that time and the alcohol started catching up with them. "Yea, yea. You have plans to see Jake tonight?" Amanda scoffed at this again. "You think he plans anything? If he feels like meeting up with me then we do. Otherwise I just ride it out. Doesn't matter to me." "Sounds like a healthy relationship." Amanda scoffed at this again. "And that scoff is really becoming a personality trait." "I've always scoffed." "Not like this you haven't. Not about your own life. We always scoff at other people." It was meant as an observational joke. Once he had said it, though, Rob had realized the truth of it. "And I don't think you're going to find an answer in there." Amanda had just kept staring into her cup. "I know you hate it when I say it. But you should just break up with him and be done with it." Rob then gave it some drunk thought. "Or maybe you don't hate it. You do always talk to me about it." "Look, I know we have problems but -" "Everybody knows you two have problems." Too far, Rob knew immediately. Amanda just shut her mouth again. Then after a few minutes of drinking silence. "I'm sorry. You were saying..." "I know we have problems. That's it. That's all. I know we have problems and that we should break up." "Well have you tried to talk to him about it?" Rob tried not to sound too mocking. "A few times. I really have. It just never goes anywhere." "Why not?" "You know why. He always weasels out of it and makes some excuse. Then we kiss and have make up sex." "I really like being reminded that you two have sex." Amanda and Rob were together, though not exclusively, the first time that she and Rob had had sex. "You reminded me that you fuck Jen." "Totally different." Rob didn't even convince himself. Another drunk pause. "You just need to do it." "We'd be really great a living each other's lives. I could just land Jen or another girl for you and you could just break up with him for me." "We should just swap places. Like in some stupid movie? Find some dumb fountain that let's us switch bodies for a week or something." "Yea, totally. I'd love to see you putting on make-up." Amanda laughed. "It'd just be yourself watching put on make-up, really. And maybe then you could not be injured for once?" "That'd be nice. You think there are people that believe in that stuff?" "Of course there are. People will believe anything." Rob's phone started buzzing. "And that's Vince." He stood up, fumbled the phone, then answered. "Hey, where are you guys?" Rob tapped Amanda with his foot and nodded to the door to signal that it was time to go. She stood up slowly, her head buried in her phone. Whatever she was reading made her laugh. Rob stayed on the phone for a few more seconds, getting Vince's exact location. Once he hung up Amanda handed him her phone. "Is this what your laughing at?" Amanda nodded and he looked at the phone. She was on a website with some strange name. Rob read it over quickly and laughed. It was a description of a spell used to swap bodies. "Like you said, people will believe anything when they need to. This wasn't the only one the search found, either." As they walked to meet their friends they checked out other spells and laughed. Once they got to their friends Amanda put her phone away and only checked it again when Jake called her to meet up. That should have been the end of it, Rob thought in retrospect. Rob got back to his room late that Friday night. He tried his hardest not to wake up his roommate as he got ready for the wonder of drunken sleep. He didn't bother setting an alarm. He had no obligations that Saturday and was looking forward to sleeping in. This semester had been more difficult than most but he was finally going to be able to enjoy the weekend. The blanket fell around him as he curled up in fetal position. The stress and angst and alcohol gave him strange dreams that night. He and Amanda were in his room again. She was telling him about how she and Jake broke up then got back together then broke up again but then she spent another night with him. He was angry at it, of course, and he threw something at her. But why was he so angry, after all? She was just telling him how much she enjoyed their night together. "Rob," she said, "you're just such a good lover." Then she was getting naked so that they could go at it again. Her naked body invaded his dreams a lot that night. He wasn't in a position to complain about it, though. He had fights with her, he made up with her, then he was at some bizarre wedding with her. It seemed like a wedding, at least. It was the two of them with some kind of priest speaking over them. Neither of us are religious. He remembered seeing Amanda's family, so many Asians. And they're your family now too. In another dream he walked into Amanda's room and Jake was naked standing there. He took advantage of the opportunity to attack him. So what if he were naked, too? This fucker deserved to die. They wrestled around for a while but after they were finished Rob knew that he had won. He had gotten a perverse pleasure out of Jake's screams and moans of pain as he died in Rob's arms. Then he found himself sitting in a classroom he was unfamiliar with. He didn't recognize any of the students around him. He checked himself out. At least he wasn't naked this time. He hated when he showed up to class naked. The professor walked into the classroom and Rob didn't recognize him either. "I hope you're all ready for your final exam." "Uh, sir, what class is this exam for?" He was scared, his voice sounded small and weak. "Econ 222. Didn't you prepare for it?" How was he supposed to know to prepare for it? He wasn't in Econ 222. He hadn't even taken the requirements for that class. But the professor handed him the test all the same. His phone woke him up from a different school related stress dream. He let his alarm ring as he reflected on that dream. He never used to have school dreams in high school. As he prepared for finals his first semester, though, they started creeping up on him. The day of his first college final he dreamed that he woke up too late for it six times in a row. The exam wasn't until 1 but he got up at 8 just so he wouldn't keep having that damn dream. His alarm finally snoozed itself and he took the opportunity to roll back over. He was on his way to sleep again when - I didn't set an alarm last night. God damn it. His phone started ringing again just as he was picking it up. It was Amanda. Go figure. "I need to talk to you." "That is normally why you call someone." "Don't be an ass." "That's just asking too much." "Please. I really need to talk to you." Her voice cracked and he knew that she was about to start crying. "Okay. I'll get ready and be at your room as soon as I can. "Thank you." Then she hung up. Rob rolled back over on his side. It was barely 9am. Why couldn't it wait? It's probably Jake. He almost fell back asleep, almost. But that thought kept him out of it. She did sound really upset. Maybe she finally broke up with him. Hopefully. She had been pretty drunk last night, maybe that gave her the courage to actually pull the trigger. Or maybe... Jake had never gotten physical with Amanda. At least not to Rob's knowledge. But it was something Rob had always been afraid of. Jake showed all the obvious and not-so-obvious signs of an abusive boyfriend. Maybe his worst fear had actually come true. What would he do if he actually hit her? If he actually hit her... Rob shot out of bed and got dressed with the first things he found. If he actually hit her then Amanda needed him more than he needed to think of revenge. He remembered killing Jake in one of the dreams last night. Might be coming true sooner than I thought. He grabbed a Pop-tart running out and ate it on the way down to Amanda's room. She lived on the other side of campus, but that didn't mean much considering how small their campus was. "Come in!" Amanda shouted in response to the knock at her door. She regretted it almost immediately. She should have checked to see who it was first. She had called Rob less than 10 minutes ago and she wasn't sure if he would have made it down by now. More likely it was Jake coming by to talk to her. She sucked her breath in as the door opened. And a panting Rob walked in. "I ran down." "Can you close the door and lock it?" Rob took a final deep breathe then gave her a confused look. "Do it." Rob paused, so Amanda walked across the room and did it herself. "So what the fuck is up?" Rob glanced at the door, still confused. "I just want to talk to you. I don't want anybody else coming in." "And who wouldn't you want to come in?" "Jake." Fucking knew it. Amanda saw this flash across Rob's face. "So what happened? I'm guessing it's about something last night." "How astute." Rob raised both eyebrows in acceptance. "So... last night - " Her voice cracked a bit again. "Last night -" His dark eyes were watching her. His face wasn't showing any other emotion, but she thought the eyes were watering a bit. She knew what the blank face meant, even without the tears. She'd seen it many times before. Like when she told him she had had sex with Jake the first time. He was great at containing it, and most people were afraid of that look, but she knew that there was a lot going on under the surface. "Last night, he-" Her tears before her voice did this time. It still ended with her sobbing, though, and Rob pulling her close and hugging her. "Did he hit you?" His left hand was under her arms and around her waist, while his right arm held her head to his chest. He could feel her sobbing. "No. No. Not that." She pulled away from him and sniffled, then stared at the ground. "What did he do?" "He... He cheated on me." Rob had convinced himself that Jake had hit her. This news took him by surprise. Not that he thought Jake was above it. His initial reactions were confused. Amanda was clearly hurt, and bad. But... But there wasn't really a way she could justify staying with him after this. "With who?" "Annie Gates." Rob only thought he knew who that was by some tangent. He didn't really care about Annie, though. "Did he tell you last night or did he do it last night? Or both?" "He didn't tell me. She did. I saw her on my way to see him after he called me. She pulled me over to start telling me and I went numb. Then I found him and freaked out." "Good, good. Did you break up with him?" "Not right then. I was too drunk and upset. I came back her by myself and went to bed and called you when I woke up and realized it wasn't a dream." "I had crazy dreams about you last night, on an unrelated note." She cocked her head at him, ready to pounce. "Sorry. So are you going to break up with him?" "Clearly. I'll do it when I talk to him today. I just wanted to talk to you first and get support." "Of course. You're clearly making the right decision. You already knew that you should do it. This is by far the worst he's done, but you can't really be sure she's the only one he cheated on you with." "I know, I know. It's almost like it's the perfect thing to push me over the edge." Rob listened to her talk for a while. It was what she needed at the moment. He showed that he was listening and gave her a supportive word when it was appropriate. It was a conversation with herself that he was privy to, and she convinced herself of what she was doing. An hour or so later Rob got up to leave. "You got this, girl. You deserve better and you know it. If you need anything then you know you can talk to me." "You'll actually pay attention to your phone today?" "For you, yes." He wrapped her up in a hug again to say goodbye and good luck, then headed back up to his own dorm. He slept like a baby when he got back to his room that day. He checked his phone right away when he finally woke up to see if she had tried to contact him. Nothing yet, but he actually kept his phone on him all day, expecting some kind of contact. When night finally came he texted her asking if everything had gone alright. It hadn't. Wednesday February 11, 2015 Rob sighed as he remembered the rest. She hadn't broken up with him and knew it was a mistake immediately. In a sign of desperation she asked him to a spell to swap bodies for a weekend so he could break up with him as her and, in equal desperation to see them break up, he agreed. He finished up on the toilet and started to wash his hands, then his face as well. He was about to go to bed and might as well start getting ready for it now. He stared into his own eyes in the mirror. That had been the trippiest part of the whole experience. He had stared into his own eyes without a mirror. The mirror had shown him a stranger's face, even if it was one of his closest friend's. There's an hypothesis that states that you wouldn't recognize your own clone if it walked by you. It's related to the way people construct a certain self image from the mirror and pictures they see of themselves. Like how your voice sounds different to you then it does to others. It's hard to prove in this day and age. Regardless of it's true or not, Rob's experience as Amanda destroyed the image he had of himself. He had seen himself, heard himself, spent time with himself, from somebody else's perspective. Now whenever he caught his reflection he wasn't sure if it was himself or somebody else. Originally they were only supposed to spend the weekend as one another, but the reversal spell didn't work initially and they ended up stuck as one another for a week. One week as somebody else and almost a year later he still wasn't sure who he would see in the mirror. His image issue worked both ways. In that week he'd started developing a self-image as Amanda. When he saw her in pictures he couldn't help but think that it was him too. And when he looked at her face, stared at her face, he could forget that it wasn't his own reflection. Pretty much everything that he saw her wear he had worn in some fashion, knew what it felt like to slip into those jeans and have them hug his legs and ass. Jeans that he couldn't even think about fitting into now. He even knew her entire underwear collection, and not from a sexual perspective. He knew how each bra felt to wear throughout an entire day, and how it felt to take it off afterwards. Personal doesn't even begin to describe it. He'd been curious how it would have worked out if they weren't such good friends. If they hadn't started dating a few weeks after they wouldn't have been able to maintain their friendship. He couldn't have, at least. He struggled to maintain a level of sanity after they switched back. It drove him crazy to see her at random intervals because it dragged him back to their time switched. That's part of his reason for starting to date her, and something that he felt he could never tell her. It was either start dating and see her every day, wake up next to her every morning and have a sense of stability; or never see her again, at least for a long period of time. Enough time to reestablish who he was. That person staring back at him. That's who he was, plain and simple, now and forever. Amanda didn't know how much he struggled with it. He had never told her. She must have struggled too. But not with the same issue. That must have been why it was so easy for her to ask if they could do it again. Or she's just a stronger person. Also a distinct possibility. He was suddenly aware that he wasn't the only person in the bathroom. The door didn't make noise when it opened but it always did when it closed. Somebody came around the corner, a girl. Amanda. Jan was a bit taken aback to see him in here, especially considering she only had a towel on. "Shit, did I walk into the wrong bathroom again?" She asked. Rob glanced into the mirror quickly and saw that there were no urinals on the wall. "No, no, I'm in the wrong bathroom. I'm sorry." "That's alright, it's not your fault. They really need to put the signs back on the doors." Rob nodded and gave a fake laugh. "For real. I'll get out of here and give you some privacy." He smiled at her as he walked by her and into the hallway, then his face went stern again. Motherfucker, can't believe I did it again. He got back to his room and checked his desk drawer. The bathroom signs were still in there under a few piles of papers. The building was symmetrical with entrances on both sides so there was no easily discernible difference the bathroom locations. He took the signs down one drunk night after he ended up in the girls' bathroom for the third or fourth time. And since then he had decided not to return them. His hall mates had started going into the wrong bathrooms now too, which made him feel like he wasn't the crazy one. He finished getting ready for bed and laid down, trying not to think about Amanda too much. He didn't want to have another dream about her. Or being her, for that matter.