The next day, I woke up feeling a lot better. I put my hand over my face, and let it ran upwards to my hair. I stood up sleepily and padded my way to the bathroom. I headed straight to the bathroom sink to wash my face. I turned the faucet on, and let the cold water ran into my hands. Then, I froze. I almost had a heart attack when I saw a stranger in front of the mirror.
My heart was beating heavily like it wants a way out of my rib cage. I stare in the mirror in confusion. I saw a man looking back at me -- not the usual image of me I am expecting to see. My long ginger hair is now silver-white. My eyes that were once an azure blue, has turned deep black. I stood taller, with broader shoulders, and wider chests.
"Ah-ah-I'm a man?!"
I started to check and feel everything in my body with awe.
"How on earth did I end up sleeping a girl, and waking up a guy?!"
The realization just made me notice that I am in a totally different place. It's not my bathroom! I ran into my room -- no, it isn't my room! I looked around and none of these things were familiar to me. None of these were mine -- even this body!
My once shabby chic room in pastels is now filled with what looked like luxurious furnishings. The walls, ceiling, and all things in it now come in masculine colors of grey, black, and white hues. I went to my closet -- wait there's not just one closet here. Instead, I found an entire room of a walk-in closet filled with branded clothes. Drawers with expensive watches, and authentic pieces of jewelry. A collection of all sorts of shoes from black ones to sneakers, and a variety of other manly accessories.
On one side of the room, I saw a collection of trophies and gold medals and framed photos -- one has an entire basketball team, one has a photo of me (if I am this guy) in a jersey only a lot younger.
"Do I live here? You so lucky, freakin' rich kid!"
I heard a knock on my door. I became anxious the moment I realized that I could be meeting people that I never knew.
"Great! You have amnesia in your world, and you end up being clueless about who you were in another world!"
I said to myself in sarcasm. Before I knew it, somebody came in.
"Master, please have yourself ready before eight. We have to leave by half-past eight so you won't miss the board's meeting by nine. Your father wants you there." A guy in a black suit said.
From the looks of it, I presumed that he is a butler or a personal assistant. I stood there and watched him silently. He went straight to the walk-in closet and started to go through all the stuff in it. The next thing I knew, he was picking out some clothes, a pair of black shoes, and other accessories. I came to understand that he was putting together an outfit for me to wear.
"Wow, you even have a personal assistant to dress you up, lazy bastard."
I said to myself again. If I am living this person's life, whoever he is, all I can say is that he's nothing but a fuckin' rich lazy ass bastard who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He must be one of the luckiest people in the world -- thanks to his parents. Wait, so should I say he or me? Being stuck in this, made me looked like an unwilling participant here. The thought just made me sigh. How on earth did I end up in here in the first place?
I tried my best to recall. The last thing that I could remember was spending my entire day in the hospital, then falling asleep, and waking up to this. What the hell is going on with my life? Am I dreaming? I gave myself a pinch -- ouch! I could definitely feel that. I slept a girl, then woke up a guy? How can that even be? I was awakened back into my senses when I heard a tiny beep and a vibrating sound from the bedside table. It was a cellphone -- which I presumed to be mine. I picked it up and checked it out. It says I got an unread message from "unknown".
Unknown: See you later today. I'm so excited to finally meet you! :P
My heart suddenly started to beat like crazy again. I got a chill ran down my spine, and butterflies in my stomach started to flutter. I don't know if I should text this person back or what. I tried to open the inbox to find out who this person is, and get the necessary information, but unfortunately, there was not a thread under this "unknown". Am I hiding something? Why would I delete and not even save this number in my contacts if this person is someone that I have a "scheduled meeting" with? Like an instinct, I dialed the unregistered number just to get a clue who is at the other end.
"Hello, Vincent? Why did you call?" Answered the person from the other line. It was a girl. I ended the call without saying a word.
Who is this girl? Who is Vincent? What am I doing in Vincent's body? Why am I here for? All these silly questions bombarded my head. I am getting insane figuring things out. To think that I can't even figure out my own life, then here I still have to figure out another person's life. What kind of silly joke the universe is playing on me? I heard another knock on my door.
"Master, would you like to take breakfast in the dining or should we bring it here?" It was the butler again.
"I don't feel like having one right now. Leave me alone." I said in a deep cold voice.
I didn't know that its not just my appearance that's cold, but my voice too. I chuckled a little with that thought. If someone is watching me right now, they might think I'm paranoid or being just a bipolar. Until I got everything figured out, I have to keep people at bay. I have to keep this cold and distant demeanor. They must not know that I am not me -- damn, the sound of it alone is fucked up already.