Vic gave up trying to gain control of the body he found himself residing in. Initially, he had screamed, fought against the movements and strained to find even an ounce of control. The moment the body looked into the mirror was the moment he stopped fighting. Later, he would realize it was shock that shut him down. When it happened, he had stopped screaming and stared into the large brown eyes of the most beautiful face he had ever seen. When her full mouth opened and she said “weird” he felt shock and awe at the vividness of the moment, the hot moisture in the air, the feeling of it against his skin, the vibration of the vocal cords as he spoke. Everything felt so real and yet, he was only a visitor here. In the first few moments the screams in his head had been panicked and defining. The shower of hot water and overwhelming mint of the ointment pushed into his mouth had calmed and focused him somewhat. He still felt trapped in a human box, but he could now contemplate his bizarre situation with a slight degree of rationale.
What is your last lucid moment? He asked, trying to speak but only managing to think the statement. Before he could reflect on the thought he was moving down a long hallway with many doors on each side. There was a decidedly feminine bounce to his step that he found extremely irritating. How did women manage to walk this way and not have a colossal headache consistently, he wondered in disgust. He turned and was startled by a loud shrill noise, akin to a bell ringing, as a panel opened into a small closet. He stepped into the opening, turned and pressed his index finger onto a glowing orb with a number etched onto its middle. Abrupt movement pulled him from his state of musing into utter fear, as the ground began to move under him. He stood casually tapping his right toe against the ground, as he screamed and tore at the sides of his invisible cage. The tapping stilled, his hand shot out, braced against the panel, just as all movement stopped.
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