That's all you hear before the controller beeps (like a car lock, you think) and suddenly blackness. It lasts only a second from your perspective before the world flashes back into your eyes. It's very abrupt. Your eyes don't snap open like you just woke up. You're standing up now, instead of lying on your bed. And your mouth's talking for you, finishing a thought it had already started.
"--ruined my shirts!" Shrill but husky. It sounds deep resonating inside your head but there's no mistaking whose voice it is, especially since you just heard it before you blacked out, and you're now standing in their place, staring at the body that used to be yours. He holds the controller you had used by accident. And...
You look down. Pale, Irish skin glares up at you from a torso that's mostly bare. The only clothing above your waistline is a black, satin bra supporting a pair of modest-sized breasts. The wiring in the bra digs into your skin, and the pads push up your breasts so they appear bigger. You're wearing tight, black slacks with a studded belt. Black hair with purple-and-green sneaks into your vision. Your nails are painted ivy-green.
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