Gah! Once again, I've gotten too busy to do anything. But I managed to type this up. I'm SO sorry for saying I would post more soon then didn't do it. I want to beat myself up for it. But here is my next instalment. Oh! I was laughing hard when typing it.
-Benbow Inn-
She woke up to Sarah banging wildly on Jim’s wooden door to his room. “JIM!” she shouted loudly. “This is the last time I’m gonna scream at you! Get UP!”
“Insensible little pest,” Amelia mumbled into the pillow. Once again Jim was causing her trouble. Why wouldn’t the dumb boy get up already? His mom had called him multiple times before.
Amelia was in a very bleary state. She almost felt drunk in a way. She had never felt so foggy in her life. Usually when she awoke, she was right away wide awake and ready to go. At the moment all she wanted to do was sleep some more.
Finally, she yawned and sat up while rubbing her forehead. She looked around the room with little emotion, taking it in without much surprise for the first few seconds. Then her brain finally kicked in. This wasn’t her room!
“What kind of practical joke is this?” she hissed as she got out of bed with narrowed eyes. But her voice wasn’t hers. She gave a gasp when hearing herself. She ran to a mirror as pure terror struck through her. She was Jim! Then things went black.
Amelia woke up again to a wet sponge like thing dribbling all over her face. Yes, she had fainted. The woman in the teen’s body opened her eyes and screamed bloody marry when seeing Morph hover over her face with a wide smile on his pink face and a drooling tongue splashing across her face. Morph got scared from her reaction and squealed in fright as he flew to the messy cover of underneath the bed.
“Oh, my goodness!” Amelia said as he stood up and looked herself again in the mirror. She wanted to cry. How could this happen? She knew the boy was capable of tricks, but never like this. No wonder she had been so foggy minded. She had read somewhere that humans had a harder time to wake up. She didn’t believe it till now. Her senses seemed dull and diluted now. It was like she was being cheated out of life without her cat senses.
Morph dared to venture out of his hiding spot and fly hesitantly over to Jim’s body with much caution. Amelia turned to him with narrowed eyes but softened her expression when seeing him shy fearfully away. She never understood till now why Jim liked the dumb blob. It was kind of…cute. Amelia never thought something was cute. Morph was the first to obtain that adjective from the woman.
“I am not your owner, blob,” she told Morph. “You’re owner, that sniveling trickster, somehow put me, Captain Amelia, into this body. I will not feed or cuddle with you. For now on, licking me is off limits. Got that?”
“Got that?” Morph mimicked her as he put his hands on his hips like she was doing. He giggled and started to sing a little mixed toon to himself while flittering around the room. Amelia looked at it in confusion then looked back to the mirror.
“My parade is today,” Amelia said miserably to herself, trying not to burst into tears. She hadn’t cried in years, but this was going to push her over the edge. “I can’t stay like this for forever. I need a plan.” Very quickly, the woman had something to go on. She would go back to Delbert’s Observatory and confront her body, which she guessed would possess Jim.
It took forever for the old minded teen to decide on a decent outfit. She was appalled at what mostly consisted in the boy’s closet. After a few minutes and another blast of wild knocks from the teen’s mother on the door, Amelia settled on an outfit. It was some clean long black pants with a cotton shirt put under a dusty old sweater. She wondered why the sweater had been shoved into the farthest corners of the closet. She thought it looked so adorable on the young man.
It took all of the woman’s will power not to cut off Jim’s ponytail. She wasn’t that low…yet. But his hair was slicked back with some gel she found in the bathroom. Finally, she looked herself back in the mirror and nodded. This was the way all young men should dress, she thought to herself.
“Funny!” Morph said as he flew past her as Amelia walked pristinely down the hallway. Morph laughed at her look before zipping down the stairs with a wild yell for no apparent reason. Morph baffled the captain. It was such a silly creature.
“School starts in five minutes, Jim!” Sarah was saying as she heard Amelia come down the stairs. “The bus already came. You’ll have to take your solar surfer…again. I swear, young man…JIM!” Plates clattered and smashed to the floor as Sarah spotted her son. “Oh my…!”
“Wow! Jimmy! You look…different,” B.E.N. said as he spotted Jim’s body as well. Sarah was too stunned by the new look to even speak.
“Is it to your fondness…mother?” Amelia asked with a sly grin. “I think Captain Amelia will be satisfied with it.”
Sarah finally found her voice. “Well, Jim,” she said slowly, “It’s…nice. I thought you hated that sweater grandma gave to you two Christmases ago.”
“You have it all wrong,” Amelia said, “I quite like it.”
“’Quite’?” B.E.N. asked with a small chuckle at Jim’s new behavior. “You know, Jimmy, I have never heard you use that word. It’s very old, you know. It’s, like, something snooty Amelia would say or something.”
Amelia narrowed her eyes on him till he felt so uncomfortable he ran away with a panicked scream. I guess I still do possess some power, she thought bitterly to herself.
“Well, Jim, Amelia is waiting for you outside,” Sarah said after giving her son one last glance before rushing into the kitchen. She still had an Inn to give breakfast to. She couldn’t worry about her son’s new change at the moment.
“Thank you,” Amelia said. She walked to the front door and stepped outside and froze.
“What am I wearing?!?” both Jim and Amelia shouted at the other in union.