Chapter #7Terri Walsh by: Ash   "It can't be," You said in a whisper, trying to avoid the whiny, nasally tone of Terri's voice that made you think she was always complaining, "I can't be...her."
Dr. Saunders said something in a soft voice, but, quite frankly, you weren't listening. The fact that you were now Terri Walsh was too much. You looked down at her boobs -- your boobs! You were only wearing a hospital gown (no bra), and they were perfectly perky and defying gravity. You were now absolutely sure they were fake. You poked one with one of your fingers. You found it difficult with the long press-on nails now on them. How had you not noticed any of this earlier? Your brain still wanted to block this all out! It just wasn't possible anymore.
It could've been a few minutes or it could've been a few hours, but eventually you were able to make out what Dr. Saunders was telling you. He was explaining about who had whose body. It was confusing.
First off, you were in the body of Terri Walsh, a stuck up bitch of a woman who was also the mom of the supremely annoying Brandon Walsh.
Terri was now in Tabitha's body. You imagined she'd grow up and grow into exactly the sort of person she had been.
Tabitha was now in your dad's body. She'd probably claim that now puts her "in charge."
Your dad was in Brandon's body. It seemed reasonable to think he'd appreciate being young again, and he'll be a much nicer Brandon than Brandon ever was.
Brandon was in the body of his little sister, Riley. She wasn't like the other Walsh's. She was shy, wore glasses, and was slightly overweight and nerdy. She was around the age of your brother, David, at 14. The idea of Brandon being in this body made you smile.
Riley was in your mom's body. That was surely a step up for the shy little girl.
Your brother David was in the body of Brandi Summers (apparently she had been in the car with the Walsh's at the time). You felt like he got a pretty decent trade out of the deal, but you weren't sure how he'd adjust to being a girl.
Brandi probably had it the worst. She was now in the body of a big-rig trucker who caused the accident. She was middle-aged, hairy, and likely facing some sort of criminal charges for "causing" the accident.
The trucker was in Peter Walsh's body. There was probably something interest to analyze about a blue collar, working class dude ending up in the body of a rich, button-down, sophisticated county club guy.
That meant Peter was in your body.
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