Suddenly Jeff became very self aware. What the hell was he doing? This isn't right, going through someone's private stuff like this. Could he allow this from himself? No, never. He was just a normal, healthy, teenager. This meant that he had a healthy sex drive too, but still, he wasn't some pervert going through the private conversations of girls he hardly knew.
He logged out of Chloe's account, and back in as himself. Looking through the activity of his friends, he saw that nothing had changed. Still the same people, posting the same stuff. Although he never really was that interested, seeing the pictures of his friends at first distracted him from his worries, but when he got to pictures of himself, he started thinking. This guy, the person he saw in the pictures, now he was someone else. He wasn't able to trust him any longer, so much had already been proven. Exactly who Jeff was, he couldn't tell, but it became painfully obvious that he and himself now weren't the same person.
He felt weaker than the person in the pictures, not because he had turned into a girl, but because that person had broken him. That person had given him this miserable existence, if anything close to a god existed, it had to be him. Now, because of a single act of power from this Jeff, he had to be someone he couldn't be, and he was even losing the last link with his old life that he had. The feeling that he was who he was, was gone. He couldn't be Chloe, and looking at the pictures, he quickly saw that he couldn't be Jeff either.
So what he did, was stand up, and first making sure he could keep his balance, he made his way to the huge mirror on the other end of the room. After a couple of hours of being in this body, walking wasn't that much of a problem. He still had to do it slowly, carefully placing one foot after the other, he knew however that after a little bit of practice, no one would notice anything strange in his movement.
He wanted to take a look at Chloe, a real good look. Standing close to the mirror, while simultaneously making sure he wasn't falling over, he tried to introduce himself to the quite sad looking girl in the mirror. She was pretty, real pretty. With long brown hair that, although obviously unkempt, still laid gently over her shoulders. Her eyes large, with a look in them emanating real emotion in a way that boys only get to see when they are truly loved by someone, and then only at their most intimate moments together. You could see she had been crying, Jeff hadn't realised this before now. In a friendly gesture, he tried to cheer her up, and she smiled back to him.
"I am Chloe," she said, still smiling at him "what's your name?"
"I am Chloe," she repeated, "nice to meet you."
A giggle emerged from her sweet mouth, an innocent, girly sound, coming from someone who had no trouble knowing who she was. Her eyes beamed up, as if all that she had been worrying about now seemed but a trifle.
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