This choice: The family is forced to talk and act like these new people really would. • Go Back...Chapter #4The family is forced to talk and act like these... by: Morphology   (Originally added by Sandyseeker)
“Omigod, what have I done?” Megan tried to say...
Except the words that actually came from her mouth were: “Wow. Like, whoa dudes... where am I and how did I get here?”
Megan immediately clapped her hands across her mouth in shock at being unable to mouth the words she had intended. It was as though some part of her brain had censored and changed her thoughts just before they reached her mouth.
I can still move my hands normally, Megan thought. Let's try this again.
“Uh... who're you dudes and where am I?” Megan said, again unable to speak the words she had wanted. This time though she recognized the sound of her voice. She was now inhabiting the body of Jared – a cute boy in her grade that she'd long harbored a secret crush on. And now some unseen force was making her talk like the real Jared would in this situation.
“Like, I dunno where I am!” said Alan in a sing-song, girly voice. He was now inhabiting the body of Katey – his own girlfriend. And just like Megan, he was now having a hard time speaking as himself. “I was, like at home watching TV and texting one of my friends, and then like, poof! Suddenly I'm here, wherever this place is.”
Katey's body seemed twitchy and agitated, as Alan struggled in vain from inside to assert some control. Some strange curse was forcing him to act the way the real Katey would. It was a struggle for him to do much more than shrug his shoulders cluelessly and daintily stomp a petite, high-heeled foot on the floor in frustration.
“Yeah, I dunno what's going on here, guys,” said Janet in a gruff, low-pitched voice. “I'm Ted, by the way. I was doin' a service call – I work for the utility company – and anyways, suddenly I'm here in this crumbling dump with you guys.”
“I'm Jared,” Megan forced herself to say. Against her will, she shook hands with “Ted,” but angrily stomped her foot on the ground in protest.
“And I'm Katey!” Alan chimed in. His tiny, girly body shaking in a paroxysm of rage and frustration.
“My name is Audrey,” said Steve, finally speaking. He continued staring down at his own cleavage, fascinated by the modest but firm and pert breasts peeking out from the tight, leopard-print top he wore. “I don't know how I suddenly got here either. I'm scared!”
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