“Mum, no please!” you say with Jessica's tiny, squeaky, five-year old voice. “Don't let her go out in my body.”
Jessica just grins at you.
“It's my body now,” she says, briefly sticking her tongue out at you.
“She's right,” says your mom. “For the duration of this experiment, that's her body and she'll be treated as a fourteen-year old boy.”
“Why are you doing this to me, mum?” you wine.
“I already told you,” answers your mom. The irritation and impatience is evident in her voice. “Until the two of you start getting along and seeing things from one another's perspectives, you will remain like this. I will be carefully making notes of your behavior as well. It's all part of my experiment, which requires meticulous observance. So I will have my eye constantly on the two of you. So far, I'm impressed with the maturity Jessica is displaying. Perhaps I should keep her as a teenage boy permanently. She seems better in the role than you were.”
You are actually shocked into silence.
“Now it's up to,” continues mom. “You can be a good little girl temporarily, or you can be a rotten little hellion and keep that body for the foreseeable future.”
You hang your head low and stare at the tiny, girlish shoes on your miniscule, five-year old feet. Jessica's long hair falls down into your eyes and you have to brush it aside.
“I'll be … a good little girl,” you reluctantly say with a heavy sigh.
“Good,” answers mum. “Now once again, 'Jessica' which do you prefer: going to the park with your granny, or staying at home to play with your dollies?”
You wince at your own mother calling you 'Jessica,' but you realize there's nothing that can be done about the situation. So would you rather be seen out in public at the park while wearing your sister's dress … or can you suck it up and play with Jessica's dolls at home?
“I … uh … I want to stay home and play with my dolls,” you tell her.
“Good girl,” answers mum, patting you on your little head. “Now your older brother and I are going out. Be a good little girl for your granny. Austin and I will see you later.”
With that, your mum and your old body saunter out the door. You can tell by her body language Jessica is pleased at punch with herself. Who knows what she'll be doing in your body? No doubt she'll use this opportunity to ruin your life. And what can you do about it? Nothing! You have to sit at home, wearing a dress, playing with dolls.
“Jessica, you heard your mum,” says Granny. “Let's go back to your room quietly and play with your dolls.”
Realizing resistance is futile, you trudge off to your little sister's room. Everything in here is disgustingly pink – the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedspread.
Great, you think. For at least the next week, you'll be sleeping in that small bed, under those frilly pink sheets, wearing your sister's pajamas!
You grumble and sit down on the shaggy, pink carpet, not particularly caring much about the unladylike way you've got your legs spread out. You know your body language is all wrong for a five-year old girl, but playing this role was your mum's idea – not yours. Until about ten minutes ago, you'd never worn a dress before.
With nothing better to do, you start rummaging through the dolls and other toys Jessica has scattered about her cluttered bedroom floor. It's mostly a collection of Barbie Dolls. You used to play with action figures when you were younger. Those were a lot smaller, and had their clothes painted on. Jessica's dolls had realistic hair, and fabric cloth dresses.
Maybe it was just the novelty of it, but you found yourself strangely entranced by brushing out the doll's long, blond hair with a tiny plastic comb. And wasn't it just a little bit fun choosing a new outfit for her to wear? Maybe a blouse and skirt combination, with these tiny, plastic boots? And then you could pretend she was going out on a date with her handsome boyfriend?