"You want my name?" Shane looked quizzically at Vanessa. "But you already know that."
"Rose said I should, like, ask for that first though," Shane's former body replied. "Somethin' 'bout me forgettin' and callin' myself Vanessa by mistake instead of Shane."
"But I'm Vanessa," the busty blonde replied before pausing for a moment. Something hadn't been quite right there...
"It worked! You totally just called yourself Vanessa and and it didn't sound all weird an' junk! See! I'm Shane now and you're Vanessa! Now we can't screw up! How cool is that?"
Vanessa, the new Vanessa, didn't think it was cool at all. On the one hand, she knew she used to be Shane but that was just something she knew - just like how she knew that the capitol of England was London. Just a bit of stray fact without any sense of identity attached to it. The name 'Vanessa', on the other hand, reached straight into her and demanded attention. There was instinctive response attached to it now. Somehow, she knew that she'd never again be able to respond as instinctively to her former name, much less call herself by her old name and have it feel right. At least, not unless she could get Shane to ask to switch names again...
"Shane, I'm not sure that..."
"Rose said you don't hafta be! Only I hafta be and I think it's way better if I have the boy's name since I have the boy's body. I'll let ya know when I need somethin' else, K? I gotta get home to Rose!" The new Shane giggled and then left before Vanessa could do anything.
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