this is the only thing to stop me from watching tv right now
I really want to be watching the new Supernatural right now. Except I have to force my self not to! Writing a stupid journal entry that'll probably take me at least an hour is the only thing to fight off the urge.
Car and I decided (well actually I decided and then I forced her to go along with it) that we'd use the same prompt to write a short story then compare them and see how similar they turn out to be. I'm really excited cos I've got some funny ideas in my head. (yes, I am just writing it as I go along in this entry, lol)
prompt
body swap. intentional or not, with anyone
I wake up a minute or two before my alarm goes off, like I always do. It looked like a bright and sunny day and damn, I really didn't want to go to school. An hour and a half later I was walking to school, all by myself for once. I hate walking by myself. I took the short-cut path through Chatwin park and was startled to see two guys running full out, and check this out, towards me.
"What the fuck?" I manage to say as the two screech to a halt in front of me.
The one with a pretty face, compared to the taller one that resembled a caveman, handed me a bottle of a weird glowy liquid. "Hold this a sec, would you, sweetheart?" He asks and shoves the bottle into my hand without waiting for an answer.
I'm kind of oblivious and clumsy so I drop the bottle. It lands on my foot and breaks, a bit splashes on the pretty boy's pants but most of the glowy shit just soaks into my shoes. Damn, I don't think it's gonna wash out easily.
The two boys' jaws drop and they stare at me in utter shock. "Oops, sorry," I say but I seriously don't know what I'm apologizing to them for, I mean hey, the stupid stuff ruined my shoes. It's not like I even asked to hold that shitty bottle. But suddenly, I'm not so mad anymore. I feel light-headed and everything is blurry. I notice pretty boy swaying a bit, but then again maybe it's just me that's swaying. Everything goes black.
~~
I wake up a minute or two before my alarm goes off, but wait- where's my alarm clock? I blindly reach a hand further out, but it touches nothing but a rough bedside table. I blink and sit up. Shit, this ain't my room. It looks like some kind of cheap motel room, like the kind where you'll find bugs in the bed or something. Sick. I throw aside the covers and jump out of the maybe-invested bed. I almost fall because I'm feeling even more unbalanced than usual.
I look down and FUCK. Those feet do not belong to me. No way. I mean- I've never seen a girl with feet even close to that. These are for sure NOT my feet. I also realize the pajama bottoms aren't mine either. I peak under the waste band and THAT IS FOR SURE NOT MINE. I tie the draw string really tight so I wont be tempted to look at that again.
I glance around the room and spot a door to what must be the bathroom. I run in and look in the mirror. I'm a man, and a pretty good looking one at that. Truth dawns on me. Shit. It's that pretty boy from the other day. Shitshitshit. How the hell did this happen? What fucked up drug was in that glowy bottle?!
"Dean?" a male voice calls. I come out of the bathroom to see the taller caveman boy come into the room, carrying a bag of groceries. He looks up at me. "Hey man, glad to see you're still you. I mean shit- if that potion got on your skin-"
I cut him off. "-I don't think I'm me. I mean... I'm not this Dean guy. Fuck, I'm not even a guy. I'm a girl. And I'm kinda pissed right now." I should be like totally freaking out right now, but frankly, my new rough sexy southern accented voice is really calming.
Tall boy's eyes widen and he says slowly, "What do you mean, you're not you? You still look like you. You don't look like a girl."
I roll my eyes at his stupidity. "Dude, I'm you're gay friend on the outside but I'm Laura on the inside!"
"We're not gay, we're brothers," he clarifies immediately, as if that's the most important problem.
"Whatever," I say. "Do you think you're friend is in... my body right now?"
~~
Dean isn't all that surprised when he wakes up in that girl's body. He knew something like this was bound to happen. A mischievous grin crawls across his face and he takes a moment to scout out this new territory.
~~
Tall boy replies after a minute, "Yeah, I bet Dean's already made himself at home in your body."
"Fuck," I say, not liking the idea of anyone but me being in me. "So how do we find him uhhh... her?"
He replies logically, "Well, since you woke up in Dean's bed, he probably woke up in your's."
"That makes sense," I say. "After I change out of these PJs, we should go."
With the help of tall boy, who finally introduces himself as Sam, I find Dean's suitcase. I rummage through, looking for something decent to wear. I make Sam turn his back while I change because ew sick you should never want to watch your brother change, even if there's a girl inside.
I pull on a black muscle shirt, of course noticing Dean's very nice abs in the process. I put on a pair of jeans, deciding to go without boxers. That'll be a funny little surprise for Dean when he gets this body back.
"Done yet, Laura?" Sam asks, clearly getting impatient.
"Uh huh," I say and he turns around.
"Dude you look so gay in that muscle shirt," he criticizes.
"I think it's sexy though."
"Dean would never wear it without a jacket on top"
"Maybe he should, I bet he'd get more luck with the ladies if he did," I say then look at Sam's outfit. "I mean, plaid flannel button-ups? Ew."
Sam pouts. "Whatever, let's just go."
~~
Thanks to the precise directions from me, Sam finally pulls up Dean's apparently beloved car, the Impala, in front of my house. "With any luck, he'll still be sleeping," Sam says, already getting out of the car.
Without thinking, I open the front door and walk right into my house. My mom comes from the kitchen and stares at Sam and I. Except she doesn't know that it's me so it kinda sucks because we have to come up with a believable excuse, like right now.
"Hi ma'am, is Laura here?" I ask politely, kind of wishing I'd taken Sam's advice and worn a jacket over the sexy muscle shirt because HELLO my mom was totally just checking me out.
"Uh... yes she is. She's in her bedroom, I think," my mom says hesitantly. "Who are you boys?"
I scream inside my head. My mom is always so nosy and expects the worst. "We're here to work on a project for Socials... I'm Dean and this is S-" I say before being cut off.
"-I'm Sam," Sam says and shakes my mom's hand like a good little boy. "I hope you don't mind us being over. We wont be here long, I promise. We'll be heading down to the library pretty quick," he elaborates, going along with my brilliant improvising.
"Alright, then," my mom says.
Pause. Silence. Waiting. I finally say, "Okay, we'll just go down to Laura's room now, then. Cya." My mom doesn't make a move so I just lead Sam down to my bedroom.
Without knocking, because why the hell should I, I pull open my bedroom door. There I am- er no that's Dean, rummaging through my closet.
"Dude, stop snooping!" I want to shout at Dean but I don't because my mom hears everything.
Dean closes the closet door and saunters over to Sam and I. Of course, he just has to be wearing my sluttiest outfit. Dean grins my grin at Sam. "Man, it's fucking awesome being a girl. So many... privileges," he says in my voice. I have an urge to punch him but I don't because I don't wanna punch myself.
"Stop it!" I say as I notice Dean motioning for Sam to fondle his boobs, which are mine. "How do we switch back?" I ask once I have their full attention.
Sam answers helpfully, "I think you just have to touch".
I hastily grab Dean/my hand before he can run away and POOF I was back in my body. "Thank fucking god," I say, relieved.
Dean is back in his real body too. He rolls his shoulders and smoothly says, "I can't say I'm not glad to have my body back, but I kinda miss your's already too."
I smile and reply, "Well, I wouldn't say your body was a bad experience or anything".
Dean smiles back. "Can I have a hug?" he asks innocently.
"Uhh... Okay... Sure," I say and open my arms and he's already there, strong man arms around me.
"Gonna miss you, Laura," he says and pats me on the bottom. I push him away and his grin widens. He continues, "I'm sorry to say that me an' Sammy gotta head out. Lots of baddies out there to fight, right Princess?"
Sam nods. "Yeah. As fun as it's been, Laura, Dean and I really have to get going. We'll visit though," he promises.
Dean agrees. "We'll be back soon."
"Bye guys," I say, feeling a little sad. I let them out the downstairs door so they don't have to go upstairs and get bombarded with questions from my mom.
Sam's farewell words were, "Take care," while Dean's were, "I noticed you left me a naughty little surprise. Good thing I left you one too". Except I was confused because I knew I was wearing underwear.
Car and I decided (well actually I decided and then I forced her to go along with it) that we'd use the same prompt to write a short story then compare them and see how similar they turn out to be. I'm really excited cos I've got some funny ideas in my head. (yes, I am just writing it as I go along in this entry, lol)
prompt
body swap. intentional or not, with anyone
I wake up a minute or two before my alarm goes off, like I always do. It looked like a bright and sunny day and damn, I really didn't want to go to school. An hour and a half later I was walking to school, all by myself for once. I hate walking by myself. I took the short-cut path through Chatwin park and was startled to see two guys running full out, and check this out, towards me.
"What the fuck?" I manage to say as the two screech to a halt in front of me.
The one with a pretty face, compared to the taller one that resembled a caveman, handed me a bottle of a weird glowy liquid. "Hold this a sec, would you, sweetheart?" He asks and shoves the bottle into my hand without waiting for an answer.
I'm kind of oblivious and clumsy so I drop the bottle. It lands on my foot and breaks, a bit splashes on the pretty boy's pants but most of the glowy shit just soaks into my shoes. Damn, I don't think it's gonna wash out easily.
The two boys' jaws drop and they stare at me in utter shock. "Oops, sorry," I say but I seriously don't know what I'm apologizing to them for, I mean hey, the stupid stuff ruined my shoes. It's not like I even asked to hold that shitty bottle. But suddenly, I'm not so mad anymore. I feel light-headed and everything is blurry. I notice pretty boy swaying a bit, but then again maybe it's just me that's swaying. Everything goes black.
~~
I wake up a minute or two before my alarm goes off, but wait- where's my alarm clock? I blindly reach a hand further out, but it touches nothing but a rough bedside table. I blink and sit up. Shit, this ain't my room. It looks like some kind of cheap motel room, like the kind where you'll find bugs in the bed or something. Sick. I throw aside the covers and jump out of the maybe-invested bed. I almost fall because I'm feeling even more unbalanced than usual.
I look down and FUCK. Those feet do not belong to me. No way. I mean- I've never seen a girl with feet even close to that. These are for sure NOT my feet. I also realize the pajama bottoms aren't mine either. I peak under the waste band and THAT IS FOR SURE NOT MINE. I tie the draw string really tight so I wont be tempted to look at that again.
I glance around the room and spot a door to what must be the bathroom. I run in and look in the mirror. I'm a man, and a pretty good looking one at that. Truth dawns on me. Shit. It's that pretty boy from the other day. Shitshitshit. How the hell did this happen? What fucked up drug was in that glowy bottle?!
"Dean?" a male voice calls. I come out of the bathroom to see the taller caveman boy come into the room, carrying a bag of groceries. He looks up at me. "Hey man, glad to see you're still you. I mean shit- if that potion got on your skin-"
I cut him off. "-I don't think I'm me. I mean... I'm not this Dean guy. Fuck, I'm not even a guy. I'm a girl. And I'm kinda pissed right now." I should be like totally freaking out right now, but frankly, my new rough sexy southern accented voice is really calming.
Tall boy's eyes widen and he says slowly, "What do you mean, you're not you? You still look like you. You don't look like a girl."
I roll my eyes at his stupidity. "Dude, I'm you're gay friend on the outside but I'm Laura on the inside!"
"We're not gay, we're brothers," he clarifies immediately, as if that's the most important problem.
"Whatever," I say. "Do you think you're friend is in... my body right now?"
~~
Dean isn't all that surprised when he wakes up in that girl's body. He knew something like this was bound to happen. A mischievous grin crawls across his face and he takes a moment to scout out this new territory.
~~
Tall boy replies after a minute, "Yeah, I bet Dean's already made himself at home in your body."
"Fuck," I say, not liking the idea of anyone but me being in me. "So how do we find him uhhh... her?"
He replies logically, "Well, since you woke up in Dean's bed, he probably woke up in your's."
"That makes sense," I say. "After I change out of these PJs, we should go."
With the help of tall boy, who finally introduces himself as Sam, I find Dean's suitcase. I rummage through, looking for something decent to wear. I make Sam turn his back while I change because ew sick you should never want to watch your brother change, even if there's a girl inside.
I pull on a black muscle shirt, of course noticing Dean's very nice abs in the process. I put on a pair of jeans, deciding to go without boxers. That'll be a funny little surprise for Dean when he gets this body back.
"Done yet, Laura?" Sam asks, clearly getting impatient.
"Uh huh," I say and he turns around.
"Dude you look so gay in that muscle shirt," he criticizes.
"I think it's sexy though."
"Dean would never wear it without a jacket on top"
"Maybe he should, I bet he'd get more luck with the ladies if he did," I say then look at Sam's outfit. "I mean, plaid flannel button-ups? Ew."
Sam pouts. "Whatever, let's just go."
~~
Thanks to the precise directions from me, Sam finally pulls up Dean's apparently beloved car, the Impala, in front of my house. "With any luck, he'll still be sleeping," Sam says, already getting out of the car.
Without thinking, I open the front door and walk right into my house. My mom comes from the kitchen and stares at Sam and I. Except she doesn't know that it's me so it kinda sucks because we have to come up with a believable excuse, like right now.
"Hi ma'am, is Laura here?" I ask politely, kind of wishing I'd taken Sam's advice and worn a jacket over the sexy muscle shirt because HELLO my mom was totally just checking me out.
"Uh... yes she is. She's in her bedroom, I think," my mom says hesitantly. "Who are you boys?"
I scream inside my head. My mom is always so nosy and expects the worst. "We're here to work on a project for Socials... I'm Dean and this is S-" I say before being cut off.
"-I'm Sam," Sam says and shakes my mom's hand like a good little boy. "I hope you don't mind us being over. We wont be here long, I promise. We'll be heading down to the library pretty quick," he elaborates, going along with my brilliant improvising.
"Alright, then," my mom says.
Pause. Silence. Waiting. I finally say, "Okay, we'll just go down to Laura's room now, then. Cya." My mom doesn't make a move so I just lead Sam down to my bedroom.
Without knocking, because why the hell should I, I pull open my bedroom door. There I am- er no that's Dean, rummaging through my closet.
"Dude, stop snooping!" I want to shout at Dean but I don't because my mom hears everything.
Dean closes the closet door and saunters over to Sam and I. Of course, he just has to be wearing my sluttiest outfit. Dean grins my grin at Sam. "Man, it's fucking awesome being a girl. So many... privileges," he says in my voice. I have an urge to punch him but I don't because I don't wanna punch myself.
"Stop it!" I say as I notice Dean motioning for Sam to fondle his boobs, which are mine. "How do we switch back?" I ask once I have their full attention.
Sam answers helpfully, "I think you just have to touch".
I hastily grab Dean/my hand before he can run away and POOF I was back in my body. "Thank fucking god," I say, relieved.
Dean is back in his real body too. He rolls his shoulders and smoothly says, "I can't say I'm not glad to have my body back, but I kinda miss your's already too."
I smile and reply, "Well, I wouldn't say your body was a bad experience or anything".
Dean smiles back. "Can I have a hug?" he asks innocently.
"Uhh... Okay... Sure," I say and open my arms and he's already there, strong man arms around me.
"Gonna miss you, Laura," he says and pats me on the bottom. I push him away and his grin widens. He continues, "I'm sorry to say that me an' Sammy gotta head out. Lots of baddies out there to fight, right Princess?"
Sam nods. "Yeah. As fun as it's been, Laura, Dean and I really have to get going. We'll visit though," he promises.
Dean agrees. "We'll be back soon."
"Bye guys," I say, feeling a little sad. I let them out the downstairs door so they don't have to go upstairs and get bombarded with questions from my mom.
Sam's farewell words were, "Take care," while Dean's were, "I noticed you left me a naughty little surprise. Good thing I left you one too". Except I was confused because I knew I was wearing underwear.