The movie finished up and I felt a sharp jab in my side. My eyes fluttered open, but I was not entirely awake. My eyes would not focus on the view in front of my very nose. I shook my head, which helped slightly. Then I turned around to look at the clock that was fastened to the wall in the back of the classroom. Five minutes left. I stretched, another thing that helped me wake up.

Carley, who was both sitting next to me and was the one who poked me in the side, playfully slapped me on the cheek. “Wake up, girl. You can’t go getting a detention, not when we are going out today.”

I waved a hand in dismissal while yawning openly. “Yeah, yeah. She has not caught me yet and it has been fifty three days in a row. I won’t get caught.”

Carley snickered. “You did skip that day when the sports festival was going on.”

“We weren’t in class that day. That doesn’t count,” I said defensively. Then I realized she was just trying to rile me up.

“Much better. You’re awake now.”

Ms. Taylor was writing an assignment on the board, which I quickly copied down before the bell rang. Being that school had ended, I followed Carley to her car. She blasted some random crap on the radio, while driving us to the mall. When we arrived, I followed her like a little sheep through the mall to the food court where we would hang out for the rest of the day, as always. I did not complain, it was not like it wasn’t fun or as if I had anything else to do. Plus, I got free food and other shit, because Carley’s parents are fucking rich and she can buy whatever she wants.

Now if you consider that buying friendship, sure, I could see that. The only thing is that we were actually friends before her parents made the right choices in the stocks. It was almost uncanny how well they did. They always seemed to buy the right ones and to sell at the right time. I wish I knew their secrets, but then again I don’t need to because they buy me whatever I want as well as what Carley wants.

We chose a table tucked into a corner. We got the table every day and basically deemed it our table. In fact, Carley paid some of the janitors to put trash on the table so no one would sit there before we arrived and then to remove the trash when we did.

She loved being totted on and I was satisfied with being along for the ride. It could be quite amusing watching her try to get her way and knowing that she used to do everything herself, without complaint.

And so she sat all regal-like in the corner, fiddling with her Ipod Touch. I pulled out a book. “Why do you read every day?”

“Because, unlike you, I do not have an Ipod to play with and the fact that I think that a book is far more engaging.”

Carley snorted and shrugged. So, she played with her Ipod and I read, and we waited for someone to join us. We were both very good at doing these things and also paying attention to a conversation at the same time, so we were never actually quiet.

No longer than it took me to get through a chapter, a couple of boys had scouted us out. They were new faces, to my knowledge, and thus required more attention. “You girls come here often?” one boy asked.

I could not help but smirk, but Carley answered politely. “Every day, actually.”
The boys glanced at each other. “You open tonight?” they asked.

Carley, who had been waiting for this exact moment, took it upon herself to test the boys on their intention. She knwe they were inviting us to a party and so asked, “When is this party taking place, because if it starts too late I will stay up and be cranky?”

“Well it starts at seven and you can leave before you get too tired.”

Satisfied, Carley shrugged. “Sure, we can come. Where is it?”

One boy wrote an address on a scrap of paper and handed it to Carley. They gathered themselves up as if they were all macho and accomplished, and left us sitting in the corner.

“Are we really going?” I asked, even though it did not matter either way. We were going to some party or another, so it did not matter to me which one.
“Yeah, I think we will try it out.”

I shrugged and went back to my book. The rest of the day went on as it normally did; I read, Carley fidgeted with one device or another. At five, we headed to her house to get ready. I dressed plainly, because I was not going to the party to pick up boys, like Carley. She never failed to get a guy, or two. From there we ate dinner; Carley said we always had to eat and drink before we got to the party, that way no one could spike anything. The idea suited me just fine.
We left and made sure to arrive twelve minutes late, another of Carley’s calculations. I did not understand the point of it, but, again, it did not matter to me when we got there.

The party started out simple and just a gathering of girls and guys, music playing and food and drink available. We mingled for a while and boys flocked to be around Carley, who had the presence they were looking for. But Carley is very picky-choosy. She has to have a guy who will please her visually and physically, mentally not so much.

She will pretend to adore one or two guys and will ignore the rest. It works, for her and for her goal.

I, on the other hand, mingle with the girls who are also not looking for a one-night-stand. We talk, but nothing really happens. At this particular party, there were no girls or boys like that. Everyone was looking to have a good time. There were even people desperate enough to hit on me there. After the third attempt was made on me, I decided it was enough. I found Carley, who was in the midst of wooing her choice of the night, and told her I would be leaving.

“I can call a ride for you.”

“It’s fine. I would not mind walking for a bit. You can tell them to meet me in town, at the Common Market.”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

I left, and began the walk to town. It was peaceful, with a light breeze here and there. The air was cool and I felt calm. I was passing a wooded area when out of the trees stepped a boy, about my age, maybe a little older. He walked towards me and seemed really lost.

And then he collapsed. I ran up to his motionless body, which lay face-down on the ground. “Hey, are you alright?”

No response. I knelt down and tried to inspect him. Below the neckline on his shirt a symbol caught my eye. I carefully pulled his shirt down slightly to find a tattoo. It looked a little like this: – O -

I placed a finger on it and pain burst through my hand. I fainted a second later and dark dreamless sleep ensued.

When I woke, I was in a bed I did not recognize, in a room that I did not recognize. I sat up with a grunt, which sounded oddly deep. It surprised me and I laughed. To my horror, my laugh was also low and masculine. I touched my neck and found that it did not feel the same; for one thing there was a defined Adam’s apple and for another it was thicker than mine, more muscled.

I whipped off my covers to find my body had changed. My legs were covered in hair and I was wearing a pair of boxers. Inside the boxers, I could feel something between my legs. I jumped up, running to the door, trying to escape the nightmare that had befallen me.

I thrust open the door and ran straight into a woman in a white coat. She was shorter than me and I am only 5’1”, or so I thought. Turns out I had gotten taller and she was actually 5’7”. “You’re awake! That’s good. Can you follow me this way?”

“What?! I am not going anywhere with anyone. What did you do to me?”

“Calm down. I will explain everything when you follow me. You need a mirror. There is one in the next room. Please, just come with me.”

I looked around, searching for a way out. There were lots of people about, all of them wearing white lab-coats. Defeated, I nodded to the lady. She walked off and I followed. She led me into a side room and pointed to the far wall which was completely a mirror. I stared it to the mirror. The reflexion was not my own, normal self. Instead, the reflexion showed a handsome boy, tall and lean, with shaggy dirty blond hair and pretty blue eyes. The image was startling, for the boy who was shown was gorgeous beyond words, like he stepped out of a dream.
“What is this?” The words slipped from his mouth, from my mouth.

The woman stepped out in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. “There was an accident. We made a mistake and Zero got out. You found him and you switched bodies. He was not ready for human contact.”

“What does that mean?”

The woman squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Let me start from the beginning. I work for a company known as LifeToy. The company is fairly new and is definitely unknown. We are working on creating the perfect sex toy. I know that sounds harsh, but people want something that is perfect and perfection only comes from something as close to the real thing as possible. And to take it one step further and made it so that the toys will not care want someone does to them. They are brain dead, basically, designed to function one way and one way only.”

I shook my head. “I still don’t get it. How can a toy be brain dead?”

“Well, the toys are living humans. Shells of bodies, with no mind, no thought, no will of their own. We have been harvesting these bodies and will soon put them on the market.”

I looked at myself, at my hands and my face. “Wait. Don’t tell me I am one of these toys. I will not be some person’s fuck toy!”

“No worries. We would not put you through that. This was our mistake, and we will deal with this. We will figure out how to return you to your body and cover your expenses and legalities until then.”

“Where is my body? What has happened to it?”

“It does not have anything controlling it, so your parents think you are in a coma, as do your friends. We brought your body to a hospital we control so we can keep an eye on it and eventually get you back in it.”

Despite the fact that my legs would have held me, I sank to the floor, because that is what I used to do when I could not handle news. I kept shaking my head, hoping I would wake up and it would all be over. The woman, whose name I still did not know, knelt by me and rubbed my shoulder. I waited for the tears, but they never came.

“Look, life can go on as normal. We can set it up so that you go to the same school, have the same classes, provide you with a home and money. It will be different, sure, but we can get it close. You will know everyone in school and you will be accepted immediately. You just can’t tell anyone who you are, that you are actually the girl with the coma.”

“How can you say that as if it is true?”

“Because I will make it true. I give you my word.”

I looked at the woman, truly taking in her appearance. She was not old, I would say she was about 29-30. She was pretty, not overly gorgeous, but clearly beautiful. She had lovely golden brown hair and emerald green eyes.
Strangely, after the initial shock, I felt calm. I was afraid of what was to come, but I did not feel sick or worried. I felt complete calm. No emotions stirred within me.

“Why am I not afraid?”

The woman was silent for a second. “Your body, the one you are in now, is not designed to feel emotion. Nothing is supposed to make your body afraid, that way you can do whatever your owner wants.”

“Um… what is your name?” I felt really silly asking, but I needed someone I could go to and if I did not know her name, I felt that I would not be able to find her again.

“My name is Kerry Denton. Nice to meet you, Alexandra, or maybe Lexie.”

“I suppose Alex is my name now, or should I choose one that is less conspicuous?”

“Alex will be fine. How many people know you are Alexandra and not just Lexie?”

“Only Carley. She will find out eventually. It is unavoidable.”

“Yes, I figured. But as long as you hold out on her for a week or two, we should be able to get you back in your body.”

“I will try.” I stood and Kerry lead me to the room with the bed. I curled up and fell asleep.

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