High Voltage/Asylum
From Create Your Own Story
"Being locked in an asylum might be preferable to this," I said, gesturing to my body.
"Settle down," he said sternly. "If you do anything to my body just remember that I've got yours here too."
I stood up, "I can't stand this body! I don't want to have to sit on toilets! I don't want your damn emotions!" my voice began to break as I felt an impending wave of tears. I sat back down.
He moved over to sit next to me and patted me awkwardly on the shoulder. "You're the electrical engineer. You can solve this. You just need to think of a way to electrocute us again safely."
Formulas began to dance in my head; it wouldn't be easy.
"Anyway, that isn't why I wanted to speak with you," he said. Like it or not, we are in these bodies for the near future. We need to exchange some information to make our lives a little easier."
I nodded my head. I told him all about my job. Fortunately, as a manager, I didn't really do much original work anymore. I just reviewed my engineers work. You could get by with little actual engineering knowledge just by asking them idiotic questions to their logical arguments. If they had an answer, then they knew what they were talking about and they were probably right. If they didn't have an answer, then they needed to go back and add some more detail. Jason told me more about Lauren. I worked as a waitress at a sports bar near campus. He told me my passwords and my upcoming school assignments. He told me more about my roommates: Hannah's lesbian past, Elianna's inability to keep a guy, and Sarah's crazy, over-attached personality.
"So," he said, "I can see your wedding date is now only three weeks away." He gestured to the stack of RSVP cards sitting on the table. "Coincidentally, I have to be at a wedding that day as well."
My heart rate increased. I wasn't engaged to Shawn was I? I looked down at my left hand and relaxed when I saw my finger was bare.
Jason must have observed my panic, "It is my brother's wedding, but I am a bridesmaid."
"I'm going to be at my own wedding," I said.
"Then you will need to find a way to switch is back before. The bachelorette party is this weekend, and unless you find a way to switch us by then, your attendance will be expected."
"Screw you," I groaned. My bachelor party was the week before and was a ton of fun and Jess's was the same weekend. She returned with so many penis themed items. I was not about to be skimpily dressed, drinking pink drinks out of penis straws.
We talked for another hour, exchanging more information, and then it was time to go. I bid my body farewell, returned to my car, and started driving to campus.
Should I:
